#to do and what to avoid to dont fall so hard and so fast after eating

[evadingreallife]

I feel like ive single handedly invented a new type of AITA mental crisis cause i (temporarily living alone and generally trying to mind what i eat bc of kinda-health reasons) just got super angry at my parents cause they just. keep. pushing food on me. And by that i mean for example that tonight they were having pizza and asked me if i wanted to go and take some too and i said no i dont but when we met mom gave me this whole package which i now see its appetizers+a couple of pizza slices, of which i had asked for NONE and they know fully well im trying not to eat fried/super oily foods cause SEVERE ACNE (and other stuff) and also if i have food i like in front of me i am totally unable to not eat it or not finish it. Its in MY DNA. I really cannot. AND I DIDNT WANT IT OR NEED IT. IM NOT STARVING. IM NOT EVEN WITHOUT FOOD HERE. I GOT GROCERIES FOR FUCKS SAKE. I AM JUST ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HEALTHY/OVERWEIGHT AND DAD HAS DIABETES I DO NOT WANT THIS FOR ME. WHY. DO. THEY. KEEP. PUSHING FOOD. ON ME.

Sincerely,

An exhausted daughter

Edit: the first person coming @ me saying "just accept your body something something" will get shot with extreme prejudice. This is so not about that it's not even funny

[rentenwins]

hold your horse(s) (prince!gyuvin x reader)

synopsis: crown prince kim gyuvin was extremely friendly! (though his horse might not be). little horse riding afternoon with the crown prince on your time off. absolutely nothing could go wrong!

content: slice of life, FLUFF!!, banter, yujin cameo, eumppappa jumpscare >:D, reader is gender neutral, mild cussing, lowercase intended

a/n: originally wrote this for @yunextdoor a few months ago, and they convinced me to upload this here cuz ngl it's quite cute :D enjoy!

wc: 1074

“it’s not actually that hard is it?”

gyuvin blinks at you funny. well, he always looks funny.

“… is it?”

he just laughs. “y/n, it’s not,” he pulls the strap of his left boot, “plus you’ll be starting off easy anyway. not going too fast enough to give you whiplash at least.”

gyuvin intended that to be some sort of comfort. but it didn’t work, your face contorted weirdly as you leaned against the fence, waiting for gyuvin to finish preparing.

“wait no that wasn’t supposed to scare you! you’ll be fine! i’m a pro anyway!” he waved his arms dramatically, seeing your terrified expression. “you’ve seen me go around a few times anyway right?”

yeah you ha— wait. the only times you’ve recalled watched him go around was in secret. it would be in the morning, it was cold but you had to get up anyway to run errands in the market to avoid the crowds. you always saw the king’s son in the field, full of energy and smiling as the horse he was on galloped around the field for a warm up. someone was there too, he looked related to him, a bit younger. was it yoon? yui.. jin…

“HAN YUJIN HOLD ON OR YOU’RE GONNA FALL, I DONT NEED NURSE SUNG TO KNOW THIS WAS BECAUSE OF MY INFLUENCE AGAIN!”

“oh they sound so happy.” you thought. there was something so oddly comforting seeing friends? family? being so close. insults that held no venom but was a secret language for care and love. you could tell from the older boy’s face, you eventually learned his name was kim gyuvin, that he was charming. not in the way that was conventionally handsome per say, but it was the uniqueness is his smile and friendly eyes.

after weeks of watching him in secret, and new duties in the stable whilst one of the groundsmen fell sick, gyuvin decided it would be a great idea to make a new friend. yep… friend.

it was odd seeing him up close, and not just a blob in the distance. he was oddly fumbling walking towards his horse, eumppappa, until he reached down to fix his bootstrap. as he stood up, he almost loses his footing with his undone helmet almost flying off his head.

this? this was the prince? how… how oddly refreshing.

“hey, what are you smiling at?” gyuvin grumbles, and borderline pouting.

you waved off your smile. “it’s nothing i swear. now come on, i still have things to do i quite literally don’t have all day.”

gyuvin sighs playfully, putting on his brown, leather gloves. “fine then. why would you even take horse duty? there had to be better  uses of your time around here.”

you blush. god, did you take the job just so you could observe closer? that didn’t seem creepy at all… 

“alright watch and lea— SHIT!”

before you know it you hear a heavy thud, eumppappa shook his head, and trotted off in the other direction. gyuvin groans from the ground clutching his right arm.

you stood still for a second too long before you stooped down to his side.

“oh my god, gyuvin, are you okay? are you hurt? i’ll get you to nurse sung he’d know wha—“

gyuvin’s laugh echoes in your ears. you regain your focus as gyuvin lifted his helmet that fell in front of his face again. his eyes crinkled and his smile was wide. 

“i’m fine! i’m totally fine, that was part of the—ow, plan. that damned horse…”

“your white shirt’s all ruined.” you frowned. he was the prince. knowing his dad, the king’s reaction may not be one you anticipate.

“y/n, seriously. it’s fine. my dad can scold me as his son, not the prince. i’m not actually on duty, right? so he technically can’t even scold me that bad.” he chuckles to himself, yet something in his eyes know that conversation won’t end well either.

you break out into a smile and a small laugh. suddenly you realise, the position you guys are in. gyuvin sat on the dirt, while you knelt next to him, your hand clutching a piece of his white sleeve not touching his body, but his hand was right next to yours on the muddy ground. you start to pull away, but he takes your hand before you could. 

he attempts to pull himself up, but you lose your footing too. thankfully, you don’t face-plant into the dirt. your face lands flush his chest and his hands come on your back to prevent you from falling off of him.

you spend a few seconds to catch your breath, raising your head slightly but not too high because god forbid he sees your impossibly red face.

“are… are you alright?” gyuvin’s voice is low and a bit strained, maybe due to your weight on his chest, maybe a bit from embarrassment too.

you don’t say anything as you scramble to get up, then you actually offer a hand to help him up, cringing as he wiped his dirty hand onto his ‘white’ shirt. you step back and straighten your own pants, though not as dirty as gyuvin’s. you felt bad for his clothes.

he coughs awkwardly and smiles your way. 

“you really have to be careful, gyuvin.”

“well… seeing as how that ended up, i kind of don’t want to next time.” he mumbles

“sorry i didn’t catch that?” you say confusingly.

“o-oh uh nothing, nothing, yeah i’ll be careful. but you have to be careful too!”

you break a small smile. “alright, we should get cleaned up before our clothes fully dry, it’s easier for me to clean it anyway.”

gyuvin looks at you apologetically, but your eyes say ‘don’t worry’.

“h-hey,” he stammered. stammered? since when did the kim gyuvin stammer? “surely, let’s try this again later. eumppappa would be in a mood for the rest of the day because of this. but it’s up to you! i know you’re busy and everything—“

“gyuvin.” you stop his blabbering.

“yeah?” he looks at you dumbly. cute.

“i’ll see you on friday same time okay? this time with… less dirty hopefully.” he smiles out of relief at your words. your heart leaps and speeds up unintentionally. the cool kim gyuvin you saw from afar just a few weeks ago was gone. in front of you was a silly, charming prince. this was gonna be fun.

[jmvore]

» WARNING › nothing, just fluff, jimin’s stressed, guitarist! Jimin, indie!Jimin, he and darling are on a mini-vacation, hint at Jimin going to therapy. bruised up!jm » SONG PLAYING › I don't wanna by jagged edge, promise by jimin » A/N › this takes place one week after that other ask. I wanted to write something else for it, didn't want to leave it on a sour note but, this is simply Jimin trying to cope with his injuries.

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[05:45pm] You wake to an empty bed, unsure of where Jimin is or what he is up to. Things have been hard for him since the incident that happened last week and you wanted to help take his mind off of things. It kills him not being able to dance with his students. Forced to sit on the sidelines and not being able to pressure on his foot until it fully healed. Needing help from other teachers just to teach his own class.

You see the toll it’s taking on him every time he comes home. It hurts to know you can’t do anything about it but to console him when he does break down because no matter how many times he says he's fine, his actions say otherwise.

So with the children’s quarterly break at the school and your firm’s available cases slowing down, you decided to make plans for the two of you. It gives you the chance to take a much-needed vacation. A place accessible but secluded. A place where it could be you and him without any interruption. A place he doesn't have to think about anything, just simply relax.

You sit-up to rub the crust from your eyes and shake yourself awake. The chords of strings linger from a distance and the thought of why he's up so early crosses your mind. That is until your ear pick up the sound of rain. Jimin loves the rain. He once said that rain cleanses you from unwanted ties and vibes.

Another strum of chords and you're up to find him. If you know him by now, you know he’s either by the sliding glass door in community room or by a window watching the rain fall.

You swing your legs off to the bed to slip on your houseshoes before grabbing your purple silk robe to wrap around your body. You follow the sound of the noted he pluck.

"Petal?" You call out to him as he mentions he's by the patio door. “Hey.”

"Hey… Did I wake you?"

"No." You stand next to him as he continues to play in small increments. His brows scrunch together and you can tell he's concentrating on something. You can see his foot lying on the cold floor, turning to grab the pillow from the dining chair and placing his foot on top. "I was just wondering why you were up. checking on you."

“Ah,” He smiles but it doesn't reach his ears. Something that's been happening as of late. “Thinking. Playing…”

You hum, “Anything I can help you with?”

"No, it’s okay, darling.” You frown but nod, knowing he's not going to -. “I, um, I re-wrapped my ankle bandage so you didn't have to."

"Baby..." You sigh, sliding down the wall to sit next him as he tries to avoid eye contact. He's doing what he can to help. You know that but you dont mind helping him too. "I told you, you didnt have to."

"I wanted to."

You nod, letting the silence fall around you. You hate not knowing what he's thinking.

Instead, you change the subject.

“It sounded pretty.” You glance at his trembling hands, placing your own on his thigh. “Can I hear it again?”

He nods, holding the guitar to begin strumming the notes he has on the paper. You listen intently as he sings the words given to him. His voice delicate and sweet, it makes you feel as if youre in a trance.

"It sounds so good."

He puts the guitar aside and smiles, holding his arms open for you to move into. Youre careful not to bump his ankle but you lean back to fast and accidentally bump into his ribs.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" You turn over to apologize, frowning as he double over. "I forgot about your ribs baby im sorry."

"I-It's okay."

"No its not." You frown, standing up to help him to his feet. "Lets go to the couch."

He nods, trying his hardest to hop beside you as to not mess with his ankle. The sooner it completely heals, the better.

You sit first, hiking your left leg up and leaving your right off the couch to accommodate him. He lays down between your legs and sighs, happy to be off his foot.

"Do you wanna watch something?" He asks, reaching for the remote.

"We can. Or we can talk."

“I don't wanna think.” He shakes his head as he turns to lay on your stomach. “Please…”

You turn on something random as the both of you get comfortable. You don't say anything, simply watching him as he watches television, carding your fingers through his hair. It doesn't take long for the rain to do its magic once the box of you fully relax into each other.

And eventually, sleep began to invade you.

"I love you, Darling,” He whispers the moment you kiss his forehead. Holding his left hand out for you to enclosing yours within. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you cant help but reiterate the words back.

"I love you, Petal."

You know it's going to take time to heal (and maybe some additional help) but you're willing to help him. If he wants to help himself.

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[the-diabolist]

I saw the red list so Lawrence in the balcony with poison? I just dont like Sano :P

Kinktober 2022, day 24

c.w: gn reader, somnophilia, semi-public, fingering. 800w

He'd categorically declined the invitation to attend the party with you (which you'd expected), so you'd gone alone with no hard feelings. To assuage his anxiety, you check in with him every so often - after two hours go by without a text from you, however, it had gotten the better of him. He'd ended up outside your friend's house, hidden, watching.

He can see you through the living room window, playing some kind of game with people he maybe recognizes from your stories and your social media feeds. You've got a cup in hand, which you down pretty quickly, followed by another, and another, as the game progresses.

You're not the only one, either - everyone else seems to be keeping pace, and things gradually become more rowdy. You start laughing hard at something, doubled over with it, leaning a little on the guy next to you. He throws an arm around you to keep you steady, and... Lawrence clenches his fists, agitated. He's not sure what he'll do if he has to keep looking at that.

Luckily, your group chooses that moment to make their way outside into the large backyard, making a beeline for the in-ground pool. That does mean, however, that he needs to move in a hurry to avoid being seen; he all but dives behind some hedges, and inches down the row until he catches sight of you again.

You're reclining on a patio chaise, watching through drooping eyelids as a couple of the others light sparklers and goof around. The rest of the house has quieted down; the other guests seem to have left or fallen asleep. He feels well-hidden, so he focuses entirely on you.

You look so warm, and sleepy, and blissfully intoxicated. He watches you chuckle occasionally at your friends, and then gradually start to drift off. By the time you're fast asleep, the others have settled in across the pool from you, well on their collective way to falling asleep as well.

He waits another hour, watching the even, slow rise and fall of your chest, just to be sure... and then he creeps out of his cover like a nervous rabbit, finding his way to your side without incident in the bright moonlight.

He spares an anxious glance for your friends, behind him. They seem to be out - one of them is even snoring noisily. It gives him enough confidence to reach out and touch your face, softly, tracing your cheekbone, your jaw, your lower lip.

You don't stir, and neither does anyone else. His fingers trail down your neck, over your clavicle - he moves closer, leaning over you on the chair, and tugs down your collar, planting wet kisses over your exposed skin.

His face flushes as he starts breathing harder. He parts your thighs and moves between them, hands sliding under your shirt for a better feel of you, but he wants more; he unbuttons your pants and slips his hand beneath your waistband, moving lower and lower until the tip of his finger prods at your entrance.

The snoring stops suddenly, and he whips around with his heart in his throat - one of your friends is shifting around, and his hands freeze as he watches with baited breath, ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Finally, though, the other person settles back in and begins snoring again.

He slowly pushes a digit inside you, sinking steadily into your warmth, and he watches the way your eyebrows knit together slightly. His breath shudders at the sight; he gets impatient and slides in another finger before he starts pumping them back and forth.

A soft gasp falls from your mouth as you shift, hips rocking minutely with the motions of his wrist. His lips find yours in a gentle kiss, perfectly poised to breathe in the tiny moan that slips out from between them as his pace gets rougher.

By the time his hand retreats slightly, moving back upward to stroke you where you're the most sensitive, he's started to coax louder sounds from your throat - loud enough that your friends would be able to hear you if they were awake, he thinks.

He would've expected that thought to be frightening, that he'd be terrified you might wake them, and he'd be caught - but as you sound one particularly rough cry, he only feels excitement. He half wishes that overly-physical friend of yours would wake up and see him touching you, watch him make you come...

...which you do, in short order, and without quite waking up, though you do get close, he thinks. Your moan is alarmingly loud in the still night air, but no one rouses as a result. He supposes he'll have to be content with the idea of the sound sinking into the other man's dreams.

When your friends wake up the next morning, you're gone. When you wake up, you're warm and cozy in bed, and Lawrence is waiting with a glass of water, a couple of tylenol, and a fond kiss.

[weirdcat1213]

ok i guess this is it

the end of the road

i may do an actual post about it later but fellas, its been an honor suffer read with all of you :3 the meta, memes and reactions? priceless

thank you @revenantghost for bringing us together for the best group activity ever: suffering and crying in a corner :D

lets go one more time

vol 14 thoughts

chap 1:

-THIS ONLY HAS 8 CHAPTERS WTF

-longer than he has been alive? oh thats adorable

-"that is how...i lived my life" why do i feel so sad all of a sudden

-OH YIKES WHAT

-ok damn i get that now, legato is really fast damn

-again, when did vash's coat turn black

-oh shit chronica no

-pls leave vash alone legato

-for some reason vash feel really quiet right now. thinking back to other fights, those didnt feel as quiet as this one, i wonder why

-yeah,,,,sadly i dont think he can control his body either...

-oh ok i didnt notice that the 1st time but thats so interesting. spoilers for 98 but in that one vash's decision is quick, a decision he made against the ropes. he thought about ways to avoid it and then gave up at the last second. here however, he has been thinking about it the moment he started to fight legato i think. like only one man could survive that encounter. he knew from the start it was either the plan (cuz cmon he doesnt care about whether he lives or dies) or legato. at least in 98 the decision was in a quiet setting, imagine giving up your values (and with them a huge part of what you think is your heart) while you are fighting to the death

-HE DOESNT WANT TO DO THIS BRO LEAVE HIM ALONE

-GEESUS oh god no. is he even there or is it vash's imagination

-oh nvm he is here, hi livio

-"dreaming saint" may be one of the saddest nicknames he's ever gotten :c thats kind of what he is and that makes me sad

-and...there he is. not even a word, just him

-:c

chap 2:

-"overkill" huh? maybe

-you did that to choose :c you did what you could. god, he needs to hear more how him trying is enough.

-oh god hes spiraling, this is not the time :c i get it tho

-"you always give up hope so easily" and thats what he did when he chose

-its too early for me to cry, tears go back in

-wait chronica was in the nomad right? is she...yknow...

-i love that panel with meryl picking up vashs head a little bit cuz it gives me the feeling finally someone can protect him from everything, let my man rest pls

-oh shit bro you good?

-oh :c.... oh

-oh god ok its time for the cable

-oh god not the fucking feathers

-if i keep reading today im gonna start crying

chap 3:

-oh my god its the beginning

-he IS a clever bastard ill give you that

-the feathers :c

-oh my, things are happening (aka my cue to cry)

-its time knives, youre gonna fall and hit your stupid head so hard

-YES MERYL YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT MERYL

-NOT THE SCHOOL TRIPS OMG THATS ADORABLE

-...ok i get why *hes* saying that. the conflic, i think, pretty doesnt exist anymore for him but for knives is very real and really present. he may be a little stupid to understand balance and how wrong he is, but at the same time there was a reason for all of this. he committed the same mistakes humans did doing his stupid little crusade but you cant tell little knives, the one who hoped to connect with humans, that he is foolish and reigniting a conflict. its just 2 really different perspectives

chap 4:

-knives is a bastard, and an asshole and he hurt vash so much but damn it. i cant hate him, not after processing trimax for the 2nd time.

-anyway

-oh god not the cable

-VASH OMG MY SON MY MAN MY LITTLE MAN

-GET TFO LEGATO PLS, CANT A MAN BE UNSCOSNCIOUS IN PEACE???

-WOLFWOOD PLEASE TAKE THIS BASTARD AWAY AND TELL VASH HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM

-IT HAPPENED AGAIN, WHY DOES MY BODY REACT SO VIOLENTLY WHEN I SEE REM. ALSO WHY DID IT HAPPEN AGAIN

-also im always gonna say this is vash's mind and not ghosts cuz...idk....it doesnt feel like it. the ghosty presence feels more real in stampede but thats just me

-HIS LITTLE EYES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-THATS WHAT I MEAN, THATS TOO MEAN FOR A GHOST

-ALSO :C

-hes so tired, hes so fucking tired

-oh wait oh shit

-im granting you nothing you bitch

-oh god knives are you good

-oh yeah hes still there

-oh ok so thats why that plan doesnt work. ok continue

-oh he looks so weird and majestic...you really have to wonder what was nightow thinking when he designed this

-they are so positive, can i have some of that? a gram should do it

-you can easily replace "because i stand with vash the stampede" with jeesus but vash the stampede is cooler im sorry

-also kudos to them for never having a "yknow what im sick of you, i never needed you" kind of arc. thanks nightow. they are married from the beginning til the end

-im...not really sure about where did vash come from but at this point it doesnt matter, im glad hes here <3

chap 5:

-vash in a fucked up mind palace, i win

-"ticket to the future" oh no

-I DIDNT NOTICE HIS ARM IS MISSING???? FUCK???

-HES UP! REJOICE

-FEATHER

-"what a cruel joke" :c

-ONE LAST TIME BABY CMON

-FUCK OK THAT WAS SCARY

-OKOKOK WOWOWOW THAT SO INTERESTING. stampede knives was like "hey this place seems nice for plants, me and my bro. lets keep it" but trimax knives want to literally yeet everything humans have touched. in his mind he can live with other plants idk, in like the middle of space? thats so interesting...

-"what is that noise" YOUR MF SIBLINGS BITCH

-....cmon man. cmon

-were you united by hatred tho? i believe some plants hated humans but not all of them

-leave your own brother alone ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

-"this is insane" it is insane, so you better fucking appreciate what hes doing rn

-AH GEESUS NO HERE IT COMES, THE FUCKING CABLE

-LEAVE HIM ALONE YO

-HURRY VASH HURRY

-"dont touch me" not even us....just him

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :c

-i fucking love those panels where nightow puts a lot of details and dark lines only to make the next page the softest traces seen by man

-FUCK HIS BODY NOOOOOOOOOO

-OH I FUCKING LOVE THAT PANEL. GIVES ME "ANGEL WHO JUST FUCKING FELL FROM HEAVEN" VIBES

-ALSO KNIVES SHUT UP

-[sidenote: emptiness from the signalis ost just started playing and now i want to bite someone]

-TICKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET :C

chap 6:

-THATS MY FUCKING GIRL

-shut up vash, pls shut up

-oh vash...if it was that easy. but i guess thats the point. its not easy, it will never be easy to communicate, but we have to try. more people should remember that

-"what matters, is that you communicate. that you understand the person next to you is breathing and existing" fucking beautiful nightow

-"i wonder if he'll laugh again. if he'll follow his ideals again" im so...

-oh knives hey buddy

-i hate it, i fucking do but he looks so fucking sad when the plants let him go. when they decide if he wants to keep going down the path of hate he'll have to do it alone. and in his mind i dont think he has ever being alone. it makes me sad im sorry

-using the feather is so smart actually

-oh hes here

-ITS THE SCENE FUCK HERE WE GO NO

-FINAL BATTLE TIME MFSSSSS

-YO KNIVES YOU GOOD CUZ WOW

chap 7:

-OH ON THIS ONE YOU DIDNT EVEN GET TO HEAR HER FINAL WORDS? THATS MESSED UP

-THIS IS IT HERE WE FUCKING GO

-YES PLS KNIVES CMON

-honey...no...pls. let it go, theres literally nothing left to do.

-THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME BUT STILL CMON VASH

-DONT BE A LEGATO RN KNIVES

-oh?

-OH SHIT

-[the promise is playing. the fucking promise is playing]

-YOU "WERE"???? WELL SHIT ON MY FEELINGS NIGHTOW SURE????

-KNIVES???? YO????

-WELL FUCK ME NONONONONON PLS GIVE ME REM BACK PLS PH GOD OH FUCK

-OH SHIT TF IS THAT

-SHIT

-YES PLS RUN, THATS LITERALLY WHAT YOU GUYS COULD HAVE BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME. YOU COULD HAVE RUN AWAY TOGETHER (IN A FRATERNAL WAY)

-he is sadly a stupid idiot but HES MY STUPID IDIOT

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE FUCKING MVP

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLS GIVE ME BACK WOLFWOOD PLS, I NEED HIM BACK. WHY CANT HIS GHOST TALK TO VASH HUH?????

-ah fuck...them flying away together it looks so beautiful

chap 8:

-HERE WE ARE HERE I AM FUCK ME

-its is a never ending song isnt it

-my man deserved to rest more than 6 months

-hey knives honey why are you saying "hes crucial for you"? is it because you have internalized that humans will keep you around if you seem to be valuable for them? do you think that if vash is crucial they wont kill him? in the many years you have lived you dont know any other ways to ask for help than guaranteeing there will be something to be gained? huh?

-that kid has to live with one of The Traumas ever huh?

-IM GONNA CHOOSE TO BELIEVE HE LIVES IN THE FUCKING TREE CUZ HIM JUST DISSAPEARING IN THE AIR? TOO SAD. TOO FUCKING SAD. I WANT HIM BACK AS WELL

-YES YOUVE DONE MORE THAN ENOUGHHHH, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL THIS *looks at publication date* right

-i dont remember your name doc but damn, you are everything.

-ALSO 1ST AN OLD LADY WITH HER GRANDDAUGHTER SAVE VASH AND THEN A DOC WITH HIS KID SAVE VASH??? SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT FAMILIES AND MAKING A SPACE FOR VAHS WHO LOST HIS FAMILY

-you are so fucking stupid and i love you

-also where did he get...yknow...everything

-you should do that...im begging you to do that pls. get all of that, just live peacefully pls

-MY GIRLS ARE HERE :'D

-YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, LEAVING MY GIRL MERYL LIKE THAT

-stooooop :'c my heart, this is too many ":D"

-THEIR FACE GOD I LOVE THEM SM PLS DONT LEAVE ME HERE

-GIRLS WHERE ARE YOUR GUNS LMAO XD

-the dumbest little song ever, god i could eat this man

-LINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-ah fuck...i ended up crying again and i still dont know why :'D

what a fucking, FUCKING TRIP. this is literally one of the best things the internet has ever done. i want to hug everyone who participated on this. we did it. we fucking did it

[terminalisms]

caved so quick to the 2nd muse impulse o mein gott......throwing sejoon into the mix with another minimal stats page + round two of rambly character intros 😵‍💫 if u are interested in plotting just like this post or add me on discord!! (tip.toph) 🥰

tw! mentions of terminal illness, death of a parent

only son to 2 anomalies. plain jane working class background

in a past life, dad is still a top tier hardboiled detective who doesn't gotta think about the fact he has a wife and kid at home

in this one, mom is inconveniently out of the picture for......... [vague gestures] reasons and he has to hunker down into single father life fast. ends up opening a restaurant in order to be able to provide

but in spite of all of this his childhood isn't so bad! he and his dad are close despite obvious stark differences in personality, which can be summed up as naive softie vs cynical hardass. even if sejoon's too trusting ways has dad up at night wondering how the hell is this kid gonna survive on his own

also dad: [does the absolute most to keep him shielded and sheltered cause he's Seen Things and as a parent's bare minimum that means letting a kid being a kid. which means shoving things deep under a rug and the default response to any inkling of curiosity being "Don't worry about it"]

until sejoon's anomaly kicks in at 12-13 by making a patron's chair float on accident and his dad's like k. better late than never......

its a little (ok a lot) hard to coach sejoon through controlling his abilities considering dad's own anomaly is not anything remotely close to moving things w his mind (its memory manipulation btw for some hwang fam #trivia) and sejoon is like ): but this is so cool why shouldnt i wanna show it off......

their deeply anti-anomaly district with equally staunchly anti-anomaly neighbors, friends, politicians being a VERY good reason not to: (:

dad: wear this patch thingie. dont ask why just do what i say

(thank god for nullivi huh like seriously)

doesnt stop the bubble bursting with when people realize ur not "human" they treat u different but ykw.........the sun is still shining and the world is much much bigger than their humble slice of daegu for EVERYONE to be that way

sua's open for admissions just around the time sejoon's thinking about higher ed AND broadening his horizons. gets in on arts scholarship and off he goes

baby bird leaving the nest turns fish out of the water. college and seoul are a bit of an adjustment but exciting all the same. and he does thrive! gets involved in the sporting rallies, really developing his artistic vision, has a social life, and gets to be his #true self among fellow anomalies the whole enchilada

things only really go downhill in the last 6 months of his undergrad with 2 wrecking balls: a devastating breakup and (TW: ILLNESS, DEATH) his dad being diagnosed by stage iv lung cancer

its right after graduation that sejoon immediately falls off the face of the earth for 3 years to be his father's sole caretaker until his death (END OF TW) no one i mean no one knows what he was doing or where he is

but hes back now to do his mfa!! let the bella loca where the hell have u been-isms begin

vibe wise hes bright, social, easy to talk to but can also be kind of spacey eccentric and the ultimate pacifist. the type that makes u feel like u guys are sooo close but then when u reflect ur like actually idk if i really know much about him at all (which!! is not totally intentional he just makes for a better listener and is great at making conversation about what YOU have to say). these days that same can do energy is there but it doesnt feel the same if u look too close but its fine!!! everything is fine

plots that are marginally better than the first time around but not by much:

friends who were blindsided by him going mia without warning

friends who are gracious enough (or equally ??????? avoidant? weird even) to pick up where they left off like nothing happened in the first place

people who dont even know who he is so like none of the above for his sob story doesnt even really matter

this is really really limited to one (1) person but somebody who managed to run into him in the three years that he was laying low

will require extensive plotting but the ex......not necessarily endgame but i am in the mood for some bittersweet woulda shoulda coulda's, angst and answering the penultimate question of: why did we break up?

former teammates? i imagine he was part of house samjoko during undergrad

ur a stranger feeling nosy and ur ultimate mission is figuring out where hes been. he lets u speculate

u need someone to do ur graphics. can be contractual pro bono whatevah.......

im running out of steam here but i am open to it all please hmu

[samwise9]

Hi, this is probably a very late response, not much of a question. I have stumbled upon your account and read through the whole "drifting away from Lucemond pairing" thing.

That's honestly very relatable. I used to like them a lot at the beginning, read through almost every fanfic, even yours too (they are great & you are one of the greatest Lucemond fanfic writers out there).

Honestly, it's kinda difficult for me to find out why it has become so hard to like the pairing (at least for me) because in the beginning, it was just so great, y'know, like magic. The Golden Era is probably in the beginning.

But you formulated so well, especially about the fandom discourse thing. I started falling off around the time one of the Lucemond fanfic I followed ended.

Afterwards, it's just constantly trying to catch up then failing. The last straw is probably when the discourse/drama about bottom/feminine/omega Luke being anti-tr4ns (which I don't get), and people start being a puritan about their preferred Lucemond Dynamics (top/bottom thing). It's all so silly, like they are the same ship with only slightly different dynamics, why bother hating on other people who doesn't have the same preference as theirs when they can just not interact.

The oversaturation & internal shipwars become tiring real fast. Even if a lot of content is supposed to be a good thing, for some reason it becomes one of the factors.

One of the silliest things I have ever come across on reading fic under that ship tag is when upon reading a supposedly "good fic" (that one of the readers start cross promoting it under other people's fic), the author opens the story by going on a rant how they don't like ABO, while writing & integrating ABO into their fic & making it a central theme. The author also calls ABO trope problematic (why do they even write a fanfic about it when they don't like the trope and call it "gross" then?)

When some people call the author out on it, they just go on this long paragraphic arguments in the comment section. It ends up being entertaining, but somehow tiring, too. I end up clicking out after reading the war in the comments.

You probably have read it. It's popular despite the author starting their fic with that hate note to the ABO trope.

Anyway, I just want to say I fully agree with you that some people are so toxic that their discourse ended up making others uncomfortable despite it being such a good pairing. Thank you for clearing it up. Now, I have a guess why I ended up falling off the pairing.

Also, I want to ask, do you think content oversaturation contributes to people leaving a ship ? Because I am on the fence about this too, on one side, contents keep a fandom alive, but on the other, it makes me dislike a ship despite liking it beforehand (could be because of other reasons, I just haven't discover it I guess).

I want to ask you a lot more, your opinions are really interesting. Thank you for engaging in QnA (ignore those people who are just trying to argue with you by submitting anon, I read them, and they come across as somewhat trying to rile you up).

It's fine if you don't answer this, I just want to send it because I do like going through your account, reading your responses, and see the discussion why & how you don't follow this certain pairing anymore (it is rarely discussed, so discovering your answers are interesting).

Sorry if some terms are unfamiliar/hard to understand, English isn't my first language.

God i am so sorry for how long it has taken me to get to your ask. No excuse, I have just been exceptionally lazy over the past few months and I cannot promise that this won't happen again however I am trying to avoid doing my real life job so here I am. Also your English is perfect so dont worry. It is better than mine and it is my first language 👍. I have a feeling that for as long as your ask was, my answer will be equally as long.

I am with you re. the internal ship wars. Let people read what they want to read and write what they want to write and it's all golden. I cannot stand people who try to dictate and police what others do be it in fan art, in a fic or, on a few memorable occasions, what people post on the Lucemond tumblr hash-tag.

Ahh yeah I do vaguely remember coming across an abo fic where the author was open on how they thought the trope was problematic which I found quite funny but it is a trope that is extremely popular in the fandom and, at the time, I thought that it wasn't that surprising that authors who haven't previously written the trope would expand into it, especially when hits/kudos began to dwindle across the whole fandom. However I mind reading an ask answer on here ages ago about how popular abo is in Lucemond and a really good point made was that abo is just a really good way of removing obstacles you have plot wise when you have a same sex ship, especially in a universe such as HoTD and GoT where canon is so detailed and lore heavy. That may be why writers who don't agree with the underlying tropes still utilise abo as it means you are not having to spend chapter or chaper trying to untangle a way to make the story work in a canon setting.  I do think there is a way to do abo without the problematic aspect some people have with it but I suppose its all down to how much of the trope you take issue with. It's something I have done in the past (both use it as a easy plot device and remove the aspects of the trope that I dont particularly jive with as a reader) and will probably do more of going forward.

In terms of oversaturation and people leaving the ship I dont think it was/is an issue with Lucemond as such. I just think Lucemond was always a ship which, with the benefit of hindsight, was destined for a relatively short shelf-life just by its very nature - at the end of the day the ship involves one person who is canonically dead in a show that is only on its first season with some very popular characters who are either still to make their debut or ones who will take more of a center stage in the following seasons. From being in a number of fandoms the truly popular ships which are able to continue to retain the levels of fan interaction that they had at the beginning were able to do so because the two characters in a ship continously interacted in a show/film (even if it is only a few scenes every now and then) which galvanised shippers to create more content. Lucemond simply doesn't have that as one character is dragon food. The discourse, IMO, just hastened the rate in which people left.

I think the downside to how quickly the ship exploded did contribute to is making people stuck in their ways somewhat. People have their preferences on what they want Aemond and Luke to act like and who they are and it makes it difficult for creators who want to go out of the box to get a foothold - the result of that is that they just go to different fandoms where they don't get shit for having one character bottom and the other topping or get thousands of notifications because yet another argument has broken out in a comments section but things will likely pick up once the new season hits.

[conjoinedpubes]

Adventures of Solis - Chapter 5: Midgame to Mountaintops

Adventures of Solis - Chapter Index Not much changes from last time - combo, stance break, do critical. This chapter discusses how various mid game bosses went. Done between RL 40+8 and 60+12.

The Rennala Wall

Here we run into the first major build issue - how do you handle magic resistant foes? The answer is 'use Status or Rock Sling', but neither are justifiable for the character theme.

For me, the fun of buildmaking is coming up with interesting solutions given the restraints. Thus, I decided to avoid Rennala and go after Radahn as our second Demigod - then return for Raya Lucaria when we come up with an interesting solution.

As with everything in Soulsbourne, you can just ignore the penalty and beat everything with sheer grit and fundamentals - but again, that kind of spoils the point.

Magma Wyrm(s)

Best practice target for various combos. Big body boss, generous timing to prepare spells, charged attacks, land crits etc.

Very easy stun > critical > repeat.

Draconic Tree Sentinel

One of those fights with plenty of prep time. Load up glintblades, wind up that charged heavy - then weave in Impaling Thrust to slide between his moves. Nothing unusual about this fight, but it did reveal another notable issue with Solis.

How do you exploit stuns on bosses that cannot be critical hit?

Here, I chose to flask up and/or prepare more spells. Definitely less explosive and flashy than running in for the massive riposte critical.

Starscourge Radahn

One the hardest enemies to stance break. Still, do combo as per normal, poke with swift shard to keep poise chipping when he starts riding around.

It can be hard to position for a crit, since default position for fighting Radhan puts you behind him - away from where his head will fall when stance broken.

Not much else to say, Radahn has weirdly low hp and is weak to frostbite - very trivial fight even if you dont land the crit.

Loretta, Royal Knight

Suprisingly easy boss. Illusion Loretta is vulnerable to magic damage (as it turns out - most illusions/spirits are). Good place to use Impaling Thrust to close distance - as she has a habit of jumping back.

Like dragon tree sentinel, theres no critical spot for her.

Godskin Apostle/Noble

Maybe the best illustration of what Solis does best - chaining stuns on big human-like foes.

His Blackflame spells are very exploitable; giving ample time to prepare more Glintblade/Phalanx, or simply just lunge under the fireball with Impaling Thrust.

Commander O'Neil

Same as above - stunning 'bigger than average dudes' seems to be a clear specialty of this build.

Only strategy worth noting is to fight outside the main arena, away from his army.

Flesh Dragon(s) - Agheel, Smarag etc.

Dragons are easy to stun - Glintblades to the head, Swiftshard to chip. Heavy attacks to the head when possible.

Smarag runs into the Rennala problem; we have no good answer to natural magic resist. These kinds of fights are just a slow brawl with the default Greatsword moveset, even if they may not be hard.

Morgott, Omen King

The most technical fight so far. He has all the weaknesses this build is good at exploiting - but the fast speed of the fight is the trouble. His tendency to jump around makes this a good fight to practice the 'Swiftshard chipping technique'.

Use his 2 phase changes to prepare Glintblades. The rest is just knowing your openings vs his moveset.

And there it is; the Liurnia - Capital boss arc.

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[foryouthegays]

it’s hard, watching your sounder be destroyed by humans, hunting and pillaging and destroying, but techno survived, somehow, out of everyone, techno survived, having read strategy and explored the world around him he survived, barely, life hanging from a thread and his dead soundermates crying in his head. he stuck to the shadows, after that. opened up to only a select few, preferring to hide, expose himself only when necessary.

and so, when invited to “meet” with quackity and karl, he armed himself heavily, nerves firing, and set off to a new land. they offered him duel citizenship, he avoided the subject. they started...threatening him, almost. they were talking about violence too much for it to not be a threat. and finally, finally, he snapped.

do you feel in control, quackity?

quackity answers, yes, yes, of course, technoblade, im in my own country why wouldnt i be in control, and techno watches him run from him as he had ran from the hunters all those years ago

hey, quackity

he turns while he runs, tripping over a rock, falling, and techno sees flashes of himself once again, weak, scared, and he grins

do you know how humans used to hunt?

quackity nods, fast, as he scrambles back onto his feet and sprints to the gates

you humans have really good endurance, you see,

quackity, true to his nature, isnt slowing down

so they hunt prey thats faster than them

techno starts to walk, past karl and towards the gates, following the flurries of snow and terrified ramblings of a hunted man

but they prey would sprint

he keeps walking, adjusting his course, cutting corners, finding a ledge to watch quackity desperately run through the brush

waste up their endurance

 he thought of himself, stuck in crimson vines, tearing through his skin and crying, listening to the laughing hunters cut through the vines with their axes the axes that killed his mom the axes covered in blood blood blood blood-

and the humans would keep up

quackity reaches a dead end, starts scrambling around a wall, desperate to find a path, a nook to hide in, anything. doesnt he know how to act human?

very slowly, and steadily, the humans would follow

techno isnt human, why is he taking the role? why was he walking, why wasnt he running for his life? when did he become what he hated?

and over time, their prey would grow more and more tired

its happening to quackity. hes panting, finally around the dead end, shivering from fear and adrenaline and cold

and then theyd run out of energy

a trident whirrs, soft footsteps land behind quackity

and then the humans would eat them

his head whips around, looking for techno, god, please, help, dont do this

isnt that interesting, quackity?

it isnt interesting when on the receiving end, techno knows. he knows. the voices yell, his sounder (god, his sounder, they must hate him) drowned out through calls of blood

do you feel in tired, quackity?

a death screen, a tired piglin crouched in the whispering embrace of soulsand, hollow laughter

[toonietoon36]

I couldnt decide which one to send so uhh do all of them. For lucky64

:} hii wulf hii

🌸 - i personally think they're both in their very early 30s late 20s, a whole year difference. Both are pansexual/dont overly care about what each other is they love each other regardless. I also like to think gwimbly is a bit shorter than lucky because we love a good height difference.

🪷 - Lucky is very laid back and chill, they tend to keep a laid back attitude to avoid anxiety but when excited they seem to become a much different person, very energetic and fun going. Gwimbly doesn't change much, i love him the way he is, hes a ratty lil bastard. I think they're naturally compatible because they first met working together on the games and clicked right away, after reconnecting years later they still had the same click as they did back then.

🌷 - Lucky is vaguely part of gwimbly's backstory as they worked with gwimbly before shit hit the fan, but by the time they do come into the current events gwimbly isn't really in the picture much regarding the show. However the two probably show up as background cameos or one off voices, often seen at group gatherings talking to allan and whatwulf or lucky carrying gwimbly like a purse dog away from falling into a cake or something.

🌺 - the smiling friends obviously they're relevant to gwimblys comeback, whatwulf is one of Luckys close friends and allan is obviously included with the wulfpackage deal, in the crittertopia au Marge becomes a big role with lucky as they work together with Mr boss to try and find a cure for it all.

🌹 - lucky is very much a side character, often reduced to a background element and sometimes gag

🏵 - as established before the two met working for the game studio (i for the life of me cant remember the name or care to look it up rn), gwimbly was obviously the big name but lucky was the lead music designer, they went by a different name then and their deadname is still listed in the credits because they didn't change it until 8 years after the game had been out. The two reconnected after the events of the episode when gwimbly found himself in the arcade where Lucky worked, they looked different to when he first met them but immediately recognized the eyes, haircolor and tics, talking to them again they immediately knew it was gwimbly since he didn't change that much outside of the whole homeless look. After that the two just never really separated since gwimbly moved in with lucky real fast for obvious reasons.

🌻 - absolutely theres character development. Lucky helps gwimbly tone back his anger and self defense tactics reminding him that hes safe and doesn't have to worry so hard anymore, gwimbly also helps lucky get a bit more confident socially since having a helping hand was something they desperately needed due to their anxiety and autism.

🌼 - not currently, i just know the two are thicker than water with each other and i haven't thought of any confession at all

🍀 - for the regular couple not overly outside of really goofy scenarios, but for crittertopia theres a whole range from angst to fluff, its a whole story

🪻 - i think the two of them like to dance together, lucky is pretty good at ddr gwimbly isn't though. I also think gwimbly would get a job at the arcade as well to spend more time with lucky and also more cash to help with the rent. The two won't ever be having kids cuz they're just too much to handle, fostering dogs absolutely but not kids, lucky isnt exactly capable of having any anyway.

[archer3-13]

impressions on the job questlines of FFXIV: A Realm Reborn

i was gonna put it off until i did the heavensward jobs, but those are different enough i feel confident in talking about these now. This is only impressions up to level 50 for each of these jobs and i'll be going over first how they all feel to play in a quick manner and then talking about the job questlines with a bit more depth on my opinions for them.

so, game feel. from best to worst, though spoiler warning i dont feel any one job feels outright bad to play.

monk. it benefits from pugilist being the most fun starting class to play in my opinion, is hurt a bit from stagnating when ya first get the soul crystal, but comes back around to being fun by level 50. well ya dont have any ranged poking options so when your avoiding attacks its either charge chakra or take a breather, the class more then makes up for it with how fun it is to get into a rythmn and when the chakra gauge starts autofilling after certain combos the whole thing is pretty much a lovely chefs kiss.

bard. this is about what i would want from a dps with buffing support elements and i find myself rather enjoying it. you have some nice debuff tools, some good buffing tools, and off ya go. its only issue i would say is that its basic attack rotation is... too simple.

warrior. aggressive tanking raar. well the starting tank classes start off near identical, when they get their soul crystals they begin branching into their own and i much prefer the warriors more aggressive footing.

dragoon. even at level 50 its kit just feels incomplete somehow, but other then that its a reliable useful class with good sound design and useful tools.

black mage. this one surprised me because thaumaturge is kinda a drag, but black mage really picks things up as a force of destruction thanks to its later tools being much easier to handle and use at successive rates.

white mage. ill never be super comfortable as a healer, but i do feel white mage is a pretty decent class to get used to healing on the whole. the levels ya get parts of its kit are rather inconvenient mind, but its kit is also just really useful on the whole especially when ya realize how valuable regen is.

summoner. it can feel fiddly at times, and parts of your kit feel kinda dubious. but on the other hand its fast and its kit can hit real hard once ya do get a handle on things. all around solid at the arr level of things.

scholar. well its faster and its tools more immediately useful, i actually find myself not liking this class as much as white mage once ya hit level 50. its certainly fast mind, but there are more parts of its kit i find redundant and it all feels a bit watered down on the whole.

ninja. i can appreciate what they were trying to do, but the mudras just slow everything down even if they are very powerful. plus a lot more of its kit ends up being redundant compared to other classes which especially sucks given rogue already had a shallower pool of skills to pull from.

paladin. im sure some people really like this class but the defensive tilt of the paladin just isn't for me.

so ya, theres the game feel. now as for the job questlines, we'll go from best to worst once more

dragoon. theres a good reason estinien got promoted to main quest relevant outside of the fact heavensward deals so heavily with ishgard. it tells a competent even compelling story, it has solid character writing, and it gets you doing things that feel unique or interesting enough. its all the strengths of what a job questline should be in essence, teaching you about the job in terms of how to use it but also the jobs relation to the world its suppose to exist in. all well still telling the story of a falling out between the dragoons golden child and his father figure mentor due to unresolved guilt and a lack of communication. as far as ARR goes this one gets the gold.

black mage. like the class this one ended up leaving a stronger impression then i thought it would. we start off strong with 'watch out for ye powers of hell, ye know not what ye trifle with' presentation and end with a naturally integrated 'the real power of hell was the friends we made along the way' kinda message involving beastmen friendships and the repentance of an old sinner trying to give his own comrades the peace they deserve. solid stuff. plus the quests themselves run the needle of fun, interesting and challenge.

white mage. i think what elevates this one is the quests which also run the gambit of challenging yet fun and interesting. in terms of story though this is good overall. nothing particularly revolutionary but i always enjoy a 'magic and spirituality relation' lesson, and it is telling a story about characters and growth, about long held traditions and culture and how beautiful it can be but also how it can restrict an individual or blind them with pride. with an appropriate if somewhat confusing conclusion of temporary spirit resurrection but hey it is white magic.

monk. i kinda enjoy this one as it gets more interesting and complex as it goes on, and windigart and erik become more interesting along with it. the problem is that the dragoon questline does what the monk questline does but better, both in a story sense and in a gameplay sense as well which is unfortunate. what does save the monk quest though is that it has a decent blend of humour to it and i like erik being the one to resolve things emotionally but also in defusing the situation by punching some sense into windigart something thats always tempting in stories like these. also windigart just gives you his shirt for the final piece of the outfit at the quests end which is hilarious.

bard. nothing particularly exemplary here but its still a good questline. you get a good appreciation for the jobs history, theres a working character arc for the job trainer that deals with trauma and ptsd in a respectful way. and well what your doing in the quests is kinda eh, its functional for getting the story across without being disengaging.

ninja. high production values and a ninja story send up save what is one of the more pedestrian stories. its fine for what it has going on, and as i said this is very much homaging ninja media in a fun 'ninjas but not in japan' kinda fashion. i think its problem is that karasu is its best character, tsubame is solid if ancillary, well the person whos suppose to be the 'main character' of the questline oboro is... the dim one. functional but not particularly exciting as a character either in what his journey as one is nor in terms of his personality. pretty fun in terms of what ya do mind, but again it has better production values on the whole.

summoner. this one rocks in terms of what your doing, with a strong flashy start and fun quests including faux primal fights with their boss themes kickin in and everything. the problem wit the summoner arr quests is that in terms of character and story its shallow as fuck. tristan presents some initially interesting questions until being revealed as just some asshole whos making deals with ascians, and other then him the story of the summoner quest is just focused on the learning how to use it as opposed to learning about it. i like the job trainer though even if i cant remember her name, shes fun.

warrior. your lucky that your kinda cute curious gorge. a whole lot of faffin about doing nothing of particular interest until a sudden last minute plot twist of gorge being more culpable for problems then initially appeared and taking the spot of your fight for the quest instead of the expected opponent. this quest is thankfully saved from being the worse by its characters being overall pleasant and for atleast not wasting time. though to an extent everyone involved in the quest almost comes across as too reasonable for whats happening.

scholar. ya do a whole lot of boring stuff for this questline in ARR right up until the end when suddenly a whole bunch of stuff about nym comes up and the tonberries. i definitely wish that was all more of its own quest and story stuff because its a lot more interesting then the job trainer who is just... so bland. wall paste bland. and as noted the quests themselves leading up to it are pretty boring themselves.

paladin. fuck the paladin ARR quests. they're both boring and actively infuriating at times with how stupid and irritating its job trainer is. and the quests themselves are equally boring, though thankfully not irritating.

[meow-town]

Dee x Fem! Very Girly! Reader

Requested by @grape-flavored-lipgloss !! Took me a while because I wanted to mass-post a bunch of requests, but I really hope you enjoy this! (Pretty long because I adore this idea and went a little bit off of the rails)

Summary : Dee with very girly s/o who wears a lot of pink. The Shvagenbagens don’t necessarily like her at first but she gets them to warm up to her.

-You definitely weren’t the person he expected to fall for. He expected to start liking someone with his style, his taste in music, similar interests. Someone like Lif, to be honest.

-Obviously, you weren’t the person he’d want to date the least. Diana easily takes that spot.

-He recognized your sweetness, and how kind you were. You knew how to dress, and you obvious took care of yourself.

-The science fair was coming up, and teams were assigned for projects. His teacher forgot to sort him into a team, and when they found out, they were both pissed.

-The teacher, cause Dee hadn’t told him anything. And Dee, because now he couldn’t work alone like he wanted to. (Not me basing this off of my dee x reader story)

-Anyways, he got paired up with you and some other kid who didn’t do jack shit to contribute to the project.

-You we’re constantly nice and kind, and never got very aggressive with the other student, despite his laziness. You would give great ideas, constantly be giving words of encouragement to Dee when going through experiments, offer to hold equipment, etc, etc…

-You were a team, which means you all shared a group chat, which means he had your number. (Thankfully he already had it before he started crushing, otherwise he never would’ve worked up the courage to ask you for it).

-Because Dee’s petty as hell, he put credits in the science project so the teacher would know that you and him were the only ones who did work. He deleted the group chat, as well.

-After that, you spent the rest of the science fair with each other. People would crowd around your project stand, amazed. Because, lets be real, it’s Dee. He would explain how it worked, and you shared the thought process behind it.  -After that, he invited you to a drink at the vending machines, his treat. What a gentleman.

-You two had a conversation over fizzy sodas (or something else, if you don’t like those) and mostly complained about peers or teachers you hated. It brought you together, to say the least.

-He began to text you more, talk to you more and even choose to spend time with you over Lif! Lif!

-mf didn’t even notice he was crushing on you. He was just looking at you during lunch and it clicked.

-Dee’s internal monologue:

‘Are those new earrings? They look great. I should buy some jewelry for her, I know she likes that one brand. They match perfectly with her makeup. … She looks pretty in that makeup. …Prettier than… anyone else.  …

I don’t like her, thought. That’d be weird. She’s just my friend…. A very good friend….A very sweet friend who I can rely on… A very kind friend who just so happens to be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, sweet little thing. I don’t like  her though, soft as her hair might look and as badly I might want to run my hands through it. Caring as she may be. I don’t like (f/n).

….

HOLY FUCK I LIKE (F/N)’

-The man was too stunned to speak 😦

-When I tell you he turned his head away SO FAST

-His face and neck were as red as a fire truck, and he was starting to sweat bullets.

-He choked on his food.

“Dee? Are you ok?”

-Can’t even face you. His coughing fit was interrupted by small, broken syllables.

“YE *COUGH* YEAH, IM *COUGH* FINE. DONT *COUGH,COUGH* WORRY”

-He went a whole other level of flustered when you started to pat his back. Heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. Palms growing sweatier.

-He couldn’t look at you for a straight WEEK. He avoided you everywhere he went, otherwise the whole blushy routine would start all over again. A part of him wanted to be by your side at all times though, so it was hard for him.

-When he started to hang out with you again, he had to mentally prepare himself for it. Just imagine Dee shouting to himself while he did his makeup every morning.

“Okay, Dee! You will go out there and you will be charming! And handsome! And she will fall for you!”

 -Heavy doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he can hear him from his room.

-Heavy already knew you from around school, and wasn’t judgmental of your style or friendship with Dee whatsoever! He though you looked very pretty, too!

-And back onto that, he gave away his brother.

-You were chatting, waiting for Dee to leave his final period. And out of the blue, Heavy went :

“Yeah, he was planning how to ask you out for months now! Never gets it right either.”

“He what?”

“Wait, he hasn’t told you yet?”

“Noooooo..?”

…

-Of course, you kind of figured and told him you also liked him. He’s really obvious. But the second Dee heard his brother had told you he liked you, he was seconds away from choking Heavy the way he did in the 2nd episode.

-He was really grateful once you reciprocated though.

-He asked for a kiss so shyly, too.

-His hands trembled as they cupped your cheeks 💓💥

-Meeting the folks was… interesting -Glam was very polite, he just didn’t expect a person so different from his son would win over his heart. -And I love Victoria, but she was straight up judgemental 😭

-She’s had a bad experience with girly girls, so she’s initially quite defensive. Thankfully, once you’re gone, the kids confront her about it.

“Ma, what is your problem with (f/n)?”

“Yeah! You keep giving her the stink-eye! She’s nice!”

-She gets super nervous and over sensitive. Glam knows about her past problems with girly girls and talks her through it. She’s on much better terms the next time you meet :)

-It gets awkward with the parents, but once you’ve proven to them you won’t hurt their son and that you’re very sweet, they treat you as a child of their own.

-Ches just full-on didn’t believe you were dating. You passed by his shop with Dee and Heavy and he cackled when Heavy told him you were dating. Once things got cleared up, he was very supportive although surprised.”

“Wow, you actually got a girlfriend. And here I thought you were going to be one of those guys who stays a virgin until 40…”

“UNCLE CHES-”

-Lif through your dynamic was super cute and she drew you two together! (Also she’s very glad Dee likes you because she was scared of rejecting the guy)

[munsonsgirl71]

Blurb idea, possibly? Maybe a chance encounter/first meeting between Eddie and Reader, like bumping into each other (figuratively or literally) at the grocery store? 🥰

Oooooooo so since we just had Thanksgiving....

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You're scanning the bare shelves of the only grocery store in bumfuck Hawkins. Your mother had insisted you come to your family's gathering even though you had avoided it for the past four years. And now here you were practically pulling your hair out trying to find the cranberry sauce your uncle had forgotten.

You finally spot the last can high up on the top shelf and pop up on your tip toes to try and reach. Just as your fingers brush the cool metal you lose your balance and fall backwards. Your life flashes before your eyes in an instant as you prepare for your ass to hit the hard tile but it doesnt. Instead your pulled into a tight warm chest smelling of cigarettes and leather and cheap cologne.

"Easy there, sweetheart." A boy with big brown doe eyes looks down at you with a knee weakening toothy smile. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah!" You mutter as you push out of hia grasp and smooth down your skirt. "I'm sorry!"

"No need to aplogize. S'not every day I get to catch a fallen angel."

Who the fuck is this guy?

"This what you need?" He easily reaches up and plucks the cranberry sauce from thr shelf and holds it out to you. You move to grab only to have him jerk it back towards his chest. "Not so fast! I think you owe me for my kindness..."

"Oh uh..." You look up at him wide eyed as he continues to grin at you with pink pudgy cheeks. "Wh-what did you have in mind?"

"How about dinner? Tomorrow night?"

"Dinner?" You asked as your brows pulled together and your nose srunched up. "You want to have dinner with me? You dont even know me!"

"That's the whole point of a date, sweetheart. To get to know someone. Im Eddie by the way."

"Y/N."

"So what do you say? Dinner with me in exchange for this disgusting can of goo?"

"Dinner sounds great. Uh... Im visiting family so I dont have a car but maybe we could..."

"I'll pick you up at 7. Tell Steve I said hi when you get back to the Harrington home." He threw you a wink and then turned on his heels to continue on his journey as you just blinked at his back.

"Wait! Eddie! How did you know I was his cousin?"

"Been seeing your pretty face all over his house for years. Not hard to figure out with his beamer in the parking lot. See you tomorrow, sweet thing!"

With that his fluffy curls disappeared around the end of the aisle and you broke out into a huge grin.

Maybe bumfuck Hawkins wasnt so bad after all.

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A/N: I loved this!!! Thank you for the idea!!

[moonxbabe]

vinnie hacker smut - take it out on me -

hi readers - this was another request I had, not my best work and also pretty short so I apologize but hope you like it - also - this story has a bit of that cigarette incident with Vinnie, but I do NOT care that he smokes, sadly I find it attractive (I know, I'm the worst) but anyway Its just a story.

warning: smut 18+

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vinnie groans exiting his now stalled car on the side of the road. He slams the door closed causing Jett to jump as he gets out as well. 

“Let me make some calls so someone can come out here and get us, dont stress,” Jett assures him as best as he can but he already knows Vinnies had a rough day and there's only so much he can say to make it better. 

Vinnie moves both his hands to the back of his neck holding it tightly pacing by the front of the car ignoring Jetts attempt at comfort. He pulls out his phone and opens your text thread typing. 

Vinnie: I'm having the worst day. 

You read his text and sigh knowing it was coming. A few hours ago Tik Tok room also blew up a post at their weekly attempt to “Cancel Vinnie Hacker” along with his meeting regarding the boxing match that he never got paid for. Things just weren't going his way today and when that happens he falls deep into the dark. 

You: Come over?

Vinnie: I'm stuck on the side of the road. I don't even want to talk about it. I'm turning my phone off. 

You read his text and slightly frowned. You knew he was in a bad mood but you hated when he pushed you away and wouldn't even let you help. You decided to grab your things and go to the Hype House to wait for him to get back. 

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Vinnie storms into his bedroom slamming the room shut startling you as you sit on his bed slowly closing your laptop. He turns around and slams his first against the back of the door leaning his head against it for a moment before turning around to press his back to it and slides down taking his head in his hands. 

“Hey hey, let's breathe for a second?” You say softly approaching him, getting down to sit in front of him. You touch his arms gently stroking them softly with your thumbs. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” He finally responds after a few moments and sighs, leaning his head back against the door. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it softly, intertwining your fingers. 

“You didn't, I'm just worried about you,” You brought his hand up to kiss it softly. He closes his eyes for a minute before opening them.

“I'm just tired, tired of everything,” He lets go of your hand and slowly gets up “I need a cigarette” He walks over to his dresser pulling out the box. 

“Vinnie,” you say with a warning as he pulls one out of the box and attempts to find a lighter. 

“Don't start with me, y/n. I'm not in the mood,” He doesn't bother to look at you as he continues to search for the lighter. 

“I promised your mom that I’d make sure you didn't smoke anymore,” you walked over to him annoyed and attempted to take the cigarette out of his mouth. 

“You really think I care about the promise you made to my mom right now, y/n? I don't give a fuck,” He grabs your arms, slightly pushing them away. You frown at his reaction.

“Okay but I don't want you to do it,” you hold back tears as he tries to walk past you but you hold him. He doesn't say anything but attempts his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he was hurting you but he was hurting himself and the battle within him was strong. 

“Stop,” you grab his face with both your hands using your thumbs to stroke his cheeks softly before using one hand to tuck some of his curls away “I know you're hurting right now, but-- but-- this isn't going to help,” you search his face for a moment as he still doesn't look at you, you take a moment before saying anything else “Take it out on me, let me make you feel good,” you say quietly waiting for him to say something, anything. His eyes linger for a moment before finally looking into yours causing your body to somewhat relax. 

He still doesn't say a word, but moves his hand up to grab your neck slightly pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto your kissing you hungerly not wasting a second. He groans softly as you suck at his bottom lip sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moves his other hand deep into your hair, gripping it pulling you even closer to him, you can almost taste his pain. He bites at your bottom lip tugging at it before pulling away to take your hand leading you to the bed. 

“Knees, now.” He says sternly as you nod and get down onto your knees looking up at him. He started to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his tight boxers freeing his hardness. You bite the inside of your cheek in anticipation as he nods looking down at you giving you permission. He sits at the edge of the bed as you get closer in between his legs. 

You take his dick in your hands stroking it, causing him to let out a soft groan before leaning in closer and slowly taking it into your mouth. His hand quickly finds its way deep into your hair once more grabbing it as he lets out another groan at the feeling. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, allowing your tongue to roam all over before pulling up and using it to gently lick his tip a few times.

“Fuck baby, so good” He moans gripping your hair tighter as he watches you work. Your mouth slides over his dick again, taking in as much as you can using your hands to stroke the rest.

“Be a good girl and take it all,” He groans and pushes your head further down on his cock causing you to slightly gag but you continue as tears form in your eyes. Your hand strokes his balls as your tongue proceeds to lick all over. You begin to feel his dick twitch in your mouth as you slightly hum sending vibrations along it. 

“I'm so close baby, don't stop,” He moans softly, stroking your hair as you keep bobbing your head faster taking him all in as his tip hits the back of your throat. His hips buckle up as he grips your hair once more pulling your head back, you continue to stroke him as your mouth remains open, sticking your tongue out ready for his load. He shuts his eyes and lets out a loud grunt cumming into your mouth as you lick your lips and swallow. 

“My good fucking girl,” He says in a husky tone and wipes off remaining cum from your lips with his thumb shoving it into your mouth, his eyes locked on yours as you suck it clean. His hand slides down to grab your neck again pulling you close. 

“Open,” He says and without hesitation you open your mouth as he leans in to spit in it. You swallow as a slight grin appears on his face, he pulls you in kissing you hard. 

“Such a good little slut for daddy huh?” You slightly bit your lower lip and nod. 

“Do we think she deserves a reward?” His hand slides up to grab your jaw as you both don't break eye contact. 

“Yes daddy,” you almost whine and nod once more. He studies you for a moment before nodding.

“Get up, lay down,” He pats at the edge of the bed, you do as he says and wait for him as he pulls off his tshirt leaving himself completely naked aside from his silver chains around his neck. You bit your lip at the view of him wanting him deep inside you. You press your thighs together but he's quick to push them apart, grabbing the edge of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them off to the side. 

“Those look so good on you,” He licks his lips at your black lace thong “But sadly they have to come off,” He rips them off tossing them as well. 

“Vinnie I just b--!” you attempt to say but get cut off by his warning look shutting you up. He leans over moving his hand to your neck once more pulling you in to kiss you deeply as his other hand cups your pussy causing you to slightly moan into the kiss. 

He slides two fingers in between your folds feeling your wetness and pulls away to groan softly against your lips. 

“Look at you, so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you,” He rubs your clit causing you to moan once more as your back slightly arches off the bed. He slowly enters two fingers into you pumping them in and out at a steady pace. 

“Vinnie,” you bit your lower lip moving your hand down to grip his. 

“I want to taste you,” He said in a husky tone, getting down pushing your legs even more apart and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue sucking at it. 

“Oh my-- don't stop” your hand moved to grip his hair pushing him further in, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure as his fingers continued to work in and out of you at a fast pace. 

“Cum for daddy,” He whispered against your heat before letting his tongue trailed up and down causing your legs to shake. You felt your walls begin to clench around his fingers as he suddenly curled them hitting your g-spot,  you tried to push his head away from the overwhelming pleasure but he didn't budge. 

“V-Vin, I'm about to cum” you moaned loudly gripping his curls harder as your climax took over. He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them all over as he leaned back down to lick you clean. You groaned softly, closing your legs still sensitive from your over stimulation. 

“Delicious,” He said quietly before leaning over kissing your lips softly. Your eyes fluttered tired from your high. Before you knew it you were flipped over on your stomach and he was behind you.

“Ass up baby,” He growled, giving your behind a hard slap, causing you to wince but you followed his orders quickly. You got on all four as he positioned himself behind you. One hand gripped your hip as the other slid up your back to the back of your neck pushing it down into the bed. 

“I said ass,” He ordered once more as you nodded. Your cheek pressed to the bed sheets as you bit your lower lip nervous but also excited. You liked it when he played rough, but he was also in a bad mood today so you didn't know what to expect. Before you could even have another thought he slammed into you hard causing you to scream gripping the sheets next to you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight” He groaned at the feeling as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast and hard pace as his anger got the best out of him. It hurt but you tried your best to keep it together in hopes it would get better. Your teeth sunk harder into your bottom lip as your eyes shut feeling him deep inside you as he kept going with no remorse. 

“Vin, slow down” You mumbled moving your hand behind you pushing him back a bit. He grabbed your hand and moved it down to press it above your head into the bed. 

“Take it like the good little slut you are,” His voice husky as he leaned in to growl in your ear, holding your hand in place for a few moments before moving it in between the both of you to slowly rub your clit. His thrusts slowed down a bit but remained just as hard causing you to moan. He rubbed your clit harder as his other hand gripped tightly at your hip keeping a good rhythm going. 

“Yes, yes right there,” you moaned loudly at the feeling as your eyes rolled back, your hips meeting his with every thrust. You could feel his dick in your stomach from how deep he was.

“There she is,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he picked up his pace again. The room filled with skin slapping skin noises as he watched himself slide in and out of you. His hand on your hip slid up your back once more reaching your hair and grabbing it all together tugging at it. It hurt but in the best way. You could feel your climax coming as you turned into a moaning mess. 

“You feel so good baby, I love the way your pussy feels around my dick,” He groaned as his words sent chills down your spine causing your legs to shake. He leaned his head back before lifting his leg up fucking into you hard from a different angle finding your g-spot once again. 

“Holy shit, Vin,” you cried in pleasure as you felt your walls begin to clench around his dick. “I'm about to cum,” 

“Hold it,” He demanded and kept going, wanting to climax at the same time. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as you gripped the sheets tighter. His hand on your clit not moving driving you insane.

“I'm close, don't you dare cum” He groaned as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, feeling like you were ready to explode. 

“Vinnie,” you moaned loudly as he moved his hand shoving you into the bed getting in a few more thrusts.

“Cum baby,” He moaned, stiffening inside you as you immediately came all over his dick. You both rode out your highs as he slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel to clean you up as you laid there tired and breathless. 

After throwing the towel in his basket he walked back over to the bed as you turned over on your back grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. He laid next to you putting his arm around you pulling you to him as you both stayed silent for a few minutes. 

“Was it too much for you?” He said quietly looking down at you as you hugged into his chest. He felt guilty for taking it out on you.

“No, im fine Vin” you nodded and looked up reassuring him. He gave you a slight smile kissing your forehead. 

“I'm sorry about earlier,” He sighed, “I shouldn't have shoved you like that or said what I said,” He leaned his head back against the headboard. 

“It's okay, I know you're having a rough time right now, I just wish you’d talk to me instead of shut me out,” you looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek stroking it softly with your thumb, he leaned into it closing his eyes for a moment before nodding. 

“I know, its stupid of me, I just get too deep into myself sometimes,” His eyes fluttered open as he reached for your hand placing his over it before taking it and kissing the inside of your palm. 

“I love you, thank you for caring for me and still sticking around even though I can be a shit boyfriend,” He held your hand tightly.

“You don't need to say that and you are not a shit boyfriend Vin, I care because I love you and want you to be happy” you kissed his bare chest as he held onto you tightly. 

“You make me happy, only you” He leans in to kiss you softly as you kiss him back smiling. 

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feedback is always appreciated <3

[frogtanii]

[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

not like this

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[yourlocalcomfortcafe]

Hello, Could I request Akane with reader who is avoiding her because of their feelings they get flustered whenever they’re in the same room as Akane, even tho Akane already knows and feels the same?

+++++++++++ Summary: You were always fond of Akane, yet you found it impossible to confess! Warnings: None, Please tell me if i missed anything

A/N: Yeah- definitely went off track- Ill rewrite it if you want me too! This is so fast paced and i despise it!- Color code: Orange = Akane , Purple = You

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Akane.. You were always fond of her

She was in your class as the Ultimate Gymnast

She had such a strong personality that anyone could fall in love with,

You would be stupid to think you have a chance, you thought to yourself as you gazed at her from your seat in the class

Soon after a few seconds she caught you staring and gave you a smile,

Getting broken out of your trance you blushed and acted like you were doing work

Lets be honest you dont know a danm thing about what you were learning about

As the bell rang you placed your textbook in your bag as you saw Akane approaching you

Ah, now you were mentally panicking,

" Heya S/O! " Akane greeted you with her usual slightly loud tone

" Uh- Hey akane! Did you um, need something? " You mentally cursed yourself for stumbling on your word

" Nah, just wonderin if you wanted to get food later today, " She replied smiling

" So what do ya say? " She asked

You quickly accepted saying that you had to go to your other class

Ah, the blush on your face and you stumbling on your words was quite clear, anyone could see that you had a crush on her from a mile away,

Now you were mentally debating wether she asked you on a date or just to hang out

To be truthful Akane was trying to subtly get you to confess, yet you were quite dense to say the least

You waited for the time to come pacing back and forth in your dorm wondering wether it was a date or not

You had a crush on the danm girl for months why was this so hard!

And you were pulled out of your trance by hearing the door knock

You quickly fixed yourself up and went over-

Truth be told you had a fun time at the chosen place

And as Akane was walking you back she suddenly spoke

" S/o, Do you by any chance have a crush on me? " She asked staring

" Uh- What- No! " You said not wanting to ruin the friendship that you had

Akane laughed and explained that she could see it from a mile away,

She asked if you wanted to go on another date wish you quickly accepted,

Who knew someone like you could catch a girl like her?