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ana-rends · 6 months ago
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i would rather live with ana for the rest of my life than binge like this ever again
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toytulini · 6 months ago
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i have got to go to bed i have got to get stuff done
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diagonal-queen · 7 months ago
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Uuuuuuh, an idea has just arrive on my mind🤭 you know that boys usually tease girls they like right? I’m really curious how Tachihara and tecchou would do it… (I’m really curious for tecchou😭)
Teasing their crush
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♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!Reader
♡ synopsis: How do these boys tease the girl that they like (that's you!)?
♡ cw: Swearing, Jouno suffers a lot, Fyodor is toxic as always, mention of suicide, I somehow manage to bring Astarion up here?? (sorry)
note: i know i know. it's been a while, and i apologise. i just have been so so busy. right now i'm in an exhausted trance writing this and i'm certain i'll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of writing it at all. also threw in dazai and fyodor for the sillies i hope you don't miiind~ as always apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x
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Tecchou:
I cannot see him teasing you.
I'm sorry anon but I just can't see him teasing a girl he likes. He would either be generally nice to her, super awkward but still okay, or just come off as cold and aloof. He wouldn't go out of his way to tease a girl or exchange playful banter with her
If he ever tried to tease he would probably just straight up be mean and insult you or something. And then he wouldn't understand why it didn't work
(Jouno is smacking his head against the wall)
Don't worry. If he's gonna cope with his feelings for you he's gonna do it in a way that benefits you i.e. he's just going to be super obvious about it and not even try to hide it
(update: Jouno is still smacking his head against the wall. someone help him)
Like he'll just openly buy you food and presents and tell you he likes you and like hold your hand and shit?? Tecchou is no-nonsense. He wants to date you, he'll let you know.
And it's not like Tecchou's trying any 'techniques' or anything like that. There is not a THOUGHT behind those beautiful eyes; he's just following his heart <3
Tecchou might be a bit dense when it comes to such socially complicated things as courting, but he's a genuine person and wants to make you feel appreciated, and let you know he loves you. He just does it in the only ways he knows how <3
Tachihara:
The opposite of Tecchou
He's such a teaser. He likes to make jokes with and poke fun at his love interests, but sometimes might go a bit too far with it (If he does he genuinely feels super bad and apologises dw T-T)
Like he's one of those kinds of guys who you would get so caught up in the flirty banter with that you just talk for hours
If you're texting you guys are both kicking your legs and squealing in between texts lowkey, like you're secretly such lovesick dorks but you play it so cool
Some kaguya sama love is war type shit you guys have going on
And god forbid you do this in front of other people. They're probably SO uncomfortable. Like oh my god get a room already (this dot point was ghostwritten by Jouno)
As you two get more and more into it, he becomes less tease-flirty and more sweet-flirty. He genuinely compliments you instead of exchanging little jabs and backhanded teases, and it's so CUTE
He also, for some reason, gets more shy instead of less shy. He blushes, he messes with his hair- AUGH he's so cute
In all honesty no matter what way, shape or form Tachihara flirts with you, even if he's awkward and fumbles each time, he's still such a charmer that you can't help but love him anyway. some messy hair and a sweet boyish grin goes a LONG way!
Dazai:
This is what I like to call Egotistical Flirting
He will tease you by telling you how much you love him, how much other women love him, how wonderful of a guy he is and how great of a deal he's constantly offering you. Yes, the 'deal' in question is dinner and a movie double suicide
And of course you roll your eyes and chuckle, and while he pretends that he's all offended that you aren't openly falling for it, he LOVES that. He loves your affectionate sarcasm and he could milk it out of you for days if he had the time
And he doesn't even wait to even learn your name before he immediately goes full on womaniser. He would just approach you like 'Heyyy~' and it's all downhill from there.
Dazai is a man on a MISSION is what I'm saying
He will also tease you by embarrassing you. He just says the most oUT OF POCKET stuff out of nowhere in public?? He absolutely delights in seeing you get all embarrassed and having you swat at him and scold him
(He's a bit of a masochist don't question it)
Naturally, this is generally a facade to hide the fact that he is hopelessly infatuated with you, and kinda scared of commitment. He hopes you'll accept him as he is but just in case... it's easier to put up a nonchalant front.
Don't worry Dazai. you've got nothing to worry about. :)
Fyodor:
Mind games. Mind games. MIND GAMES
And not the good kind!
He will tease you with this neat little trick he uses called psychological warfare. In his experience it's 100% effective
Fyodor is a toxic little shit. He doesn't often really 'tease' so much as 'neg'. He doesn't quite care too much about your esteem as long as he's able to make you like him back.
You guys know this thing called Ascended Astarion? yeah this is basically just that but ✨ Russian ✨
All this being said he actually does feel affection and love towards you, and he DOES care. He just doesn't want you to reject him, so he'll use any trick necessary to prevent that (regardless of general ethics for the most part)
Fyodor is an all rounder. He'll tease, show genuine affection, neg, flirt, stalk, lovebomb...the whole shebang (I'm sure he asked Nikolai for tips, and I'm even more sure Nikolai had MANY)
Fyodor is just so emotionally out of touch when it comes to other people that he genuinely has no idea how to just...flirt, or even really be casual, like a normal person. It would be sad if he wasn't such a motherfucker
Honestly all of you 'I could fix him' girlies would fall hook line and sinker for this (and I'm allowed to say that because I am one of you)
In the end...man, just date Tachihara
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taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pinkiipeachiikeen, @call-me-albie
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cloudzoro · 1 year ago
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Late Nights | jjk men ♡
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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on late nights with jjk men
requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!
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characters included: geto, gojo, nanami & toji
cw: suggestive, borderline smut, sex under the influence, dealer!toji, drunk makeout, fem reader
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Suguru Geto
“Sugu” you whined, settling next to your boyfriend on the sofa. Suguru had promised to spend a cosy evening at home with you as an apology for being so busy. He looks down at you with an amused expression, entertained by your attitude. “pay attention to me not the stupid show” you pout, annoyed that he was actually watching the show you put on intending to be background noise. He laughs and turns back to the TV, waiting for you to do something else. You roll your eyes and decide to take matters into your own hands.
You swing a leg over him and adjust so you're straddling him. He simply leans back and takes in the sight of you rolling your hips against him. it's almost midnight, you'd been ‘watching’ the show for almost two hours. It feels good to have physical contact with him.
“You're so pretty, baby,” Suguru says, placing his hands on your hips and encouraging you to roll your hips faster.
“Then why were you looking at the screen instead of me?” you ask.
“I was just waiting to see if you would do something about it” He laughs. You look down at your boyfriend with a disappointed pout on your face, showing him how you felt. He shook his head and leaned up to kiss the pout away. Suguru pushes a hand into your pyjama shorts, rubbing his fingers against your clit “is this what you want?”
Satoru Gojo
You can barely drunkenly stumble through the door of your apartment before Satoru, who is equally as intoxicated, pushes you against the door to close it. His lips roughly collide with yours and wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer into you.
You'd been out with friends, celebrating and having fun, but now that you're home with your boyfriend all you want is to spend as much time pressed against him as possible. Without interruptions from the people around you, Satoru can kiss down your neck, bite at your skin and smooth his hands everywhere on your body he can reach. Fatigue is starting to settle in both from the long night and the alcohol. This is the quietest he's been in a long time, you know it's because he's busy loving you, but you almost miss his voice.
“Toru” you whimper as he sucks a mark into your neck. He hums in response, patiently listening to what his baby has to say. “Maybe we should go to bed, we can cuddle and then tomorrow we can spend more time together”
He removes his face from where it was resting on your shoulder and grins at you. He cups your cheeks like you're the cutest thing he's ever seen in his life and gives you one last peck on the lips.
“that's sounds like a great idea”
Kento Nanami ♡
Kento doesn’t mean to work late, he always tries to get home at a reasonable time but sometimes he doesn't have much of a choice. He had messaged you earlier in the night to let you know he wouldn't be home until after midnight but you still pushed yourself to stay awake to greet him home like you usually do. You're sitting on the couch reading a book when the door to your home opens.
Kento walks in, carefully toeing his shoes off as to not wake you. He still hasn't realised you're awake so you put your bookmark in your book and place it on the table. When you stand up Kento hears the rustle of your pyjamas and peeks around the door frame of the living room, clearly not expecting you to still be awake.
“Baby, what are you doing up?” he asks, walking up to you and pulling you into a kiss, he's holding a carrier bag in his hand and you can smell the takeaway food inside. He drops the bag of food on the coffee table in favour of wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When he pulls away from the kiss to stare at your face, your finally answer his question.
“I wanted to be awake when you got home, I like spending time with you before we go to bed. it was lonely in there without you”
He sighs, kissing your forehead. His first instinct is to scold you for staying up to this hour just for him but your reasoning is so cute that he simply starts to guide you towards the bedroom, fully intent on forgetting about his takeaway and occupying his mouth somewhere else.
Toji Fushiguro
The joint lays in the ash tray on the table, forgotten as Tojis large hand pulls at your lounge shorts to slide them off your legs.
Toji started dealing as a way to make money, You were once a loyal customer but eventually you evolved from customer to girlfriend. It started with Toji putting extra in your bags and charging you no extra, then he started giving you weed for free on the condition that you let him smoke it with you. Since you started dating him he hasn't let you pay for a single ounce, insisting he would be a terrible boyfriend if he ever made you pay.
Every now and then a smoke session will end with you on Tojis lap, like you are right now, keeping your legs spread while he plays with your pussy. By this point you're completely naked and he's only removed his shirt. Your head lolls back against his shoulder as he pushed two fingers into your slick cunt. You're so sensitive that the action pulls a loud moan out of you and shifts in his seat, pressing his clothed cock against your ass. Every noise you make goes to head, clouding his brain almost as much as the weed has.
You tilt your head and the movement causes Toji to look down at your pretty face, soft smile on his lips before he kisses you. The kiss is dirty and full of saliva but there's a soft affection behind you that makes you grin into the kiss.
“My mouth feels dry, baby, you gonna help me wet it?” he growls, laying you down on your back, ready to dive into you like you're his last meal.
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hope you enjoyed!!!! my requests are open and I'm excited to get back into writing. I was formerly simplysuna/daichisnaps if you remember either of them! :) &lt;3
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pluto-supremacy · 10 months ago
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YOUR VI JAIL FIC WAS SO GOOD AND THE HEADCANONS WERE SO SO ACCURATE. :'( IF POSSIBLE, CAN YOU MAKE A P2 TO HOW THEIR LIFE IS OUTSIDE OF PRISON WHEN THEY MAKE IT OUT? or an angst with caitlyn being blackmailed by the warden to only let one prisoner out? :3 said one being vi, and vi having to abandon reader?
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Vi Fic: Bye Bye Bun
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➼ Aaaah thank you so much! I'm so glad so many people liked the Stillwater headcanons^^ I was afraid my Vi was going to be soooo out of character. I decided to write some angst first >:) if this fic does well or I get another ask I'll also work on life after Stillwater, give you guys some fluff after this
➼ Continuation of Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater
➼ No beta we die like Claggor (I'm running out of people who die in the series-)
➼ Warnings: None! Bit of a longer fic for you guys today, enjoy!
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GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner
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The sound of knuckles meeting hard concrete echoed throughout the cell block, small grunts following close behind. "You know we don't get clean bandages for another two weeks Vi, your knuckles are going to get infected at this rate." you called out. Suddenly the pounding stopped and a small chuckle was heard. "Don't worry about me bun, just trying to blow off some steam," she said, pacing around her cell instead of beating up a wall. "You should really get some sleep. Long day tomorrow"
"No such thing as a short day here." you groaned. Carefully you laid down on the ground of the cell. Vi's was only a few doors down, close enough to talk just above a whisper but way too far away to see each other. Both of you always slept against the walls that faced each other. It was the closest thing to sleeping next to each other in this shithole. Aside from whenever you two napped during free time of course. Even then Vi stayed wide awake to ensure you were okay.
"Goodnight Vi, wake me up if anything happens, okay?" "I will Y/N, I promise"
That was nearly two hours ago. You were sound asleep by now, the cold, hard floor no longer keeping you up. It was something every prisoner in Stillwater had to get used to. Mattresses weren't provided. The few that did get a thin mat to sleep on at night only got one after a lot of medical visits and several notes stating they needed one for medical reasons. You and Vi weren't so lucky to have any notes. Still, there were worse things here. Like the food. That's why any food or snacks that were smuggled in were high value items. Currently you had a packet of chips hidden under a loose brick right where you slept. You scored them a few days ago and wanted to surprise Vi by sharing them tomorrow.
The elevator dinged as the doors opened, the clack of heels filling the halls. Caitlyn stopped in front of Vi's sell, her hood still up. "What the hell do you want?" Vi asked, glancing over at the taller woman. "Your help. You beat up an inmate, I needed to question him about a crime scene from yesterday. Why did you break his jaw?" "Because I wanted to." She responded with a small shrug, disinterested in whoever this enforcer was. "Why are you in here?" Caitlyn tried again, looking over the file in her hands. "For my sunny personality." Vi shot back immediately.
Caitlyn shook her head, sighing. "This was a waste of time." she closed the file and her journal, starting to walk off. Maybe she could find away around a broken jaw, pen and paper perhaps. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Give Silco a kiss for me on that winning eye of his." that was what caught the enforcer's attention. Turning around she walked back to Vi's cell, getting a bit closer to the bars. "Silco? The industrialist?" "Hardly what I'd call an industrialist." She scoffed, leaning against the bars. That's when the other woman held up something that caught her eye.
In Caitlyn's journal was a picture of a spray-painted monkey. Just like the ones Powder used to make. "Where did you get this?" Vi asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "My question first. The inmate worked for Silco?" "Everyone in here does. You of all people should know that. Now where did you find that?" "It was at the crime scene, this is evidence" Caitlyn responded. She had the upper hand here now. "If I'm to believe you about Silco, I'm going to need proof."
A way out. Vi could get both of you out of here. "I can provide you proof. Just, not from in here" she gestured to the bars around her. "And," she began to add on "I need another inmate. Inmate 381. I'm not leaving without her." Caitlyn seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she turn and left without a word. What that meant, Vi had no clue.
Caitlyn had ran off back to the warden, forging papers along the way for the release of two inmates. She needed Vi's help to track whoever this person was down, so if someone else had to come along, so be it. As she put the papers down on the warden's desk, he seemed to lazily look over them. "I have orders to release inmates 381 and 516." she spoke up. He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "I can only release one." "What? It says right there-" "I can read. But I'm only releasing one. Pick." "..inmate 516."
So when Caitlyn returned and opened Vi's cell, she immediately ran to your cell. Or at least tried to. The enforcer stopped her a few steps in. "The warden only let me release one of you. You understand that-" "No I don't! This wasn't part of the deal!" Vi went to grab the collar of Caitlyn's dress, the other wrapping her hands around Vi's wrists as she was pressed against the wall. "You will-" "If you try anything I will make sure you're put back behind bars and you never see that other inmate again." Cait rushed out. It wasn't what she wanted to resort to, threats, but it seemed to work.
Almost instantly Vi's grip loosened, slowly setting Caitlyn back down on the ground. Leaving you...
"Once we're done, you let her out. Immediately. No excuses, exceptions, or delays. And I get to say goodbye." Vi demanded. That was fair, anyone could agree to that. Thankfully Caitlyn began nodding, dusting her dress off. "Go ahead then. Afterwards we need to get going to the Undercity."
This was going to hurt.
Vi walked over to your cell, kneeling down at the bars. You were still all curled up, dead asleep. She gently knocked on the bars. "Bun..bun you gotta wake up." That was odd. Vi's voice sounded so close...as you opened up your eyes you saw your girlfriend just on the other side of the bars. There was no quicker way to wake up than seeing your lover free from her cell. "Vi! You escaped! How-" you were cut off by seeing Caitlyn standing behind Vi.
"Who is that?" "Y/N, I can explain." "Vi, who is that!" you were shouting now. You didn't even fully realize it. "She's the one that got me out-" "So now you're going to get me out?" you interrupted. Seeing the pain flash on Vi's face told you everything that you needed to know. "You're leaving me.." your voice was barely audible, but Vi caught every word. She could feel her heart shattering as she saw the tears form in your eyes. "It's only for a little bit. The warden wouldn't let us both out, once I'm done helping Caitlyn we're coming right back for you, I promise."
You wanted to believe her. Vi had never lied to you before, why would she start now? Maybe it was the fear of never seeing her again. Or maybe it had to do with the enforcer standing behind her. Caitlyn was beautiful, you had to admit, so what if...
"No, no this isn't right. Vi you can't leave me here!" you shouted, crawling up to the bars and reaching out to grab Vi's wrist. "Vi you can't leave me! Please don't leave me!" the tears finally began rolling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Vi's own eyes were starting to gloss over with tears. "I'm coming back for you, Y/N. I swear on my life I'm not leaving you. It'll be a few days tops." "What does she," you nodded your head towards Caitlyn "even need help with, huh? What are you going to do for her?"
That cut deep. Vi tried not to take it to heart as she stood up, pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand. "I'm coming back for you." she repeated, steeling herself to actually leave. To not fall to her knees and tell Caitlyn to find someone else. This was your guy's chance of freedom. Even if this hurt you now, it was better in the long run. Everything would be better when you two could be together outside of Stillwater. "Bye bye, bun. I'll be back for you" and with that she turned around and started walking away. Vi knew if she turned around to look at you one last time, she'd never leave.
That's when the shouting started.
"Vi! Vi turn around right now! You can't leave me here!" you were standing up now, having an iron grip on the bars. Almost trying to bend them out of the way so you could run to Vi. Unfortunately you weren't that strong and the bars weren't that weak. "Violet don't leave me!"
Vi quickened her pace, rushing towards the elevator. Your voice was starting to blend with Powder's the day they were separated. It was all too much. She was going to find Powder and come back for you. Everything would be okay, everything would be right. As the elevator doors closed, she heard one last thing. Yours and Powder's voice were nearly indistinguishable from one another as you yelled out:
"TRAITOR!"
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luvkyu · 10 months ago
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hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D
home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )
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dokyeom x male reader
kyeom takes care of his sick bf !
content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy
( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3
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"kyeom, i can feel you staring."
"okay. and?"
y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.
"it's making me self conscious."
"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."
"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."
dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.
"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.
y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.
"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.
"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.
"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"
"i hate doctors."
"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.
"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.
dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.
"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.
"no."
y/n blinked. "no?.."
"i'm staying here."
"what? no. you should go to work."
dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."
"kyeom-"
"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."
y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.
"okay, baby. you can take care of me."
dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.
"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.
"then sleep, bub."
"mm.. will you sleep too?"
"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."
y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.
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after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.
"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.
dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.
"did i wake you up??"
"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."
dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."
y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.
"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."
dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.
"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."
"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."
"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."
y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."
"cup noodles are not a meal."
y/n scowled at such a response.
"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.
dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."
y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.
sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.
eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.
"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.
dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.
"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."
y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.
"that sounds amazing. thank you."
dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.
once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.
dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.
after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.
"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"
y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.
"your eyes are broken."
dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.
"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."
y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.
"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.
"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.
"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."
dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.
"you love me, baby."
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octuscle · 1 year ago
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Hello Sir! I know you can help me with my problem. Soon new year, and in new year I want become big brut hairy bear, with bald head. I ready pay any price for it. Can you help me in this question?
You couldn't necessarily tell by looking at Liam. But he was already 19 years old. He constantly had to show his ID. He was annoyed. At least he wasn't ugly. On the contrary. He had hundreds of followers on TikTok. But most of them thought he was a kid. No one believed that he had finished school and wanted to start training as a draughtsman the following year. When he asked a construction company for an internship until then, they told him that they didn't accept underage trainees.
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"Guys, how old do you think I am? And what can I do to be thought of as older?" Liam added to his new pic. Comments poured in. bears_and_boys_1982 sent him a link. Looked interesting. Probably something similar to FaceApp, Liam thought. He downloaded the app. And nothing happened. One of his buddies had replied that he should meet them for a cigarette and a beer at the bus stop. If he smoked enough, he would soon look older too. Liam laughed, put on his fake Moncler jacket and set off to meet his mates.
It was already after 11 p.m. and Liam was just about to turn out the lights when his cell phone beeped. "Installation complete, defining profile" was on the display. What the hell? Ah, the app from the bear and boy guy, Liam remembered. Let's see. It really was something similar to FaceApp. And it seemed to be free. You could capture a whole range of things. Age, occupation, hobbies, weight, height. Liam played around a bit. But it was awkward to use, the interfaces were old-fashioned, and there were no pictures or graphics anywhere. Liam lost the fun pretty quickly. He was also tired. He locked the phone, put it on the bedside table, turned off the light and soon fell asleep. The cell phone buzzed a few times during the night. Messages lit up. "Settings saved", "Target defined" and finally "Transformation started". After that, there was silence. Until the alarm clock rang at 04:30.
Quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Liam went to the bathroom. This internship was exhausting, but also fun. He was assigned to the bricklayers. Actually, he would have preferred to do something in the office on the computer. But his colleagues were nice and he had the feeling that working in the fresh air was good for him. Showering before work was silly. Liam sprayed some Axe under his arms, brushed his teeth and set off. The bus always picked him up at 05:00 and drove him to the construction site with the other colleagues.
After work, Liam drove back to his parents' house. His father needed help building the new carport. In other words, Liam was supposed to build a new carport. Initially, Liam's parents had grumbled that Liam didn't want to study, but only wanted to be a craftsman. Nowadays, the two wizened academics were happy that at least one of the family knew how to work. Before it got dark, Liam prepared the concrete for the foundations, dug the holes for the foundations, built the formwork and poured the foundations for the carport. Tomorrow he would install the support beams. Liam declined his mother's offer to stay for dinner. He had an appointment with a few colleagues for a beer. And even though the work had been exhausting enough, he would still like to go to the gym for an hour beforehand. He was increasingly developing a paunch from too much beer and too much junk food.
Life on the construction site was a man's world. The containers were small and stuffy. Especially for a colossus like Liam. The bunk bed, where Liam slept downstairs for safety reasons, was hardly more spacious than in a submarine. The air reeked of sweat, beer and male farts. But mostly also of cum and testosterone. Liam loved this world. He was almost always sorry to go back home at the weekend. Here there was always the opportunity for a quick fuck or a blowjob, just like tonight in the shower room. The apprentice looked almost greedily at Liam's fat, cheesy and uncut cock. It didn't matter whether colleagues were about to join him. At best, an orgy would develop.
The weekend at last. Liam had been a foreman on the construction site for a long time, but his boss still called him home at weekends to do smaller jobs. Hehehe, Liam knew what these tasks were. As a rule, his boss's wife wasn't at home on weekends like that. The boss would then cover the beds with the leather sheets that he hid from his wife in the tool shed and Liam would then fuck him on the sheets, in the hot tub or on the kitchen table.
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He always felt a little uncomfortable in his boss's house. He hated the pictures of that princess who died a hundred years ago hanging at the shithouse. And he constantly had to be careful not to lose any of his body hair or beard, which could make his boss's wife suspicious. And Liam was constantly losing hair everywhere. Especially from his head. But Liam also didn't give a shit about his boss's problems. There was a good commission for the weekend work. And there was also commission if he pissed standing up and didn't lift up the toilet seat or if he shot his cum on the carpet while he was cumming. The rest wasn't his problem. By the time his boss's wife came back from the yoga weekend, he was long back in his man cave. With a bit of luck, with the hot apprentice's head between his thighs.
Pic of the former Liam found @toughukladz and pic of the current Liam found @eurobeef
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honeyboylovee · 1 year ago
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‘the bed was so cold without you’
Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x gn!reader
Word count: 500ish
Genre: Idol!Au, established relationship!AU, fluff
Warnings: mentions of food and baking a cake, mentions of staying up late, they kiss once, they’re in love that’s all<3
A/N: I got this idea from a pinterest trope list and decided to write it. It is way longer that I expected it to be. I just love this man! What can I say? Feedbacks are very appreciated. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.
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Your apartment is dimly lit when Mingyu enters inside. As he takes off his jacket, his gaze falls on the covered plate of food kept on the table, which he guesses you had cooked for him. This is the third time this week that he is late from work. He looks into the living room for any sight of you.
You aren’t there. Maybe you’re already asleep, he thinks to himself.
Walking towards the kitchen he eats the food on the table after reheating it. He even washes the plate. He knows very well that you do not like to wake up to dirty plates in the sink. Once done with that, he moves upstairs.
As he climbs the stairs, he can’t help but be excited to see your face. He assumes that you’re sleeping considering it’s an hour past midnight. When he reaches towards your shared bedroom, his gaze falls on a dim source of light coming from the room.
You’re watching something on your mobile. Your attention shifts to him when he opens the bedroom door.
‘You’re here’, you say with a smile on your face as you put your phone aside after pausing the video.
Mingyu can’t help but smile when he sees you in your pyjamas looking so cozy. You stretch your arms out for him to come and hug you. And he does so. How you missed his hugs for the last few days! With his comeback nearing, you hadn’t gotten much time with him but you understood.
‘Why’re you still awake, my love?’, he asks you softly.
‘I just can’t sleep for some reason,’, you say, ‘and I also missed you. I wanted to wait for you to come home.’
‘But you have work tomorrow baby, don’t you?’
‘I don’t. Tomorrow is a Sunday, remember?’
Then it dawns on him why you were awake till so late.
‘I’m going to take a shower, my love. I’ll be done in 15 minutes and then we can sleep together, yeah?’, he says as he pecks your forehead and moves towards the bathroom.
Around 10 minutes later he sees you on the bed watching something on your phone again.
As he plops down on his side of the bed he asks, ‘What are you watching baby?’
You turn the phone towards him so he could watch too.
‘Remember the chocolate fudge cake that you liked from the cake shop that we went to? It’s a recipe video for that. I’m going to try and bake it tomorrow ‘cause I’ll be at home. I was gonna surprise you tomorrow but now you know.’, you say and look at him expectantly.
He is looking at you with the softest look on his face and before saying anything, he captures your lips in a kiss. A kiss that is slow and comforting just like his presence.
Once the kiss breaks, he says, ‘We’ll bake it together baby. I don’t have practice tomorrow.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’
Both of you fall in a comfortable silence as you watch the video.
‘The bed was so cold without you.’, is the last thing you say before you doze off while cuddling him.
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jennay · 1 year ago
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I'm Not Scared, You are!
Request: hi!!! what about a cute cozy night in with noah? cuddles, movies, whispering sweet things to reader. just loving on her. maybe she’s had a hard week at work and he just wants to give her a night to relax. kinda vague but i think it could be a very cute idea!
Word Count: 1700ish
Noah Master List
Noah Sebastian x Reader
An: I hope this is what you were looking for 🤞🏻
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You'd never been so happy to clock out of your shift. You feel your body drained by the endless hours and the constant pressure from the day. Your feet constantly ache from standing long hours, and your ears ring from the coded calls.
It was emotionally wearing you down. You wondered if you were cut out for this, telling people their loved ones wouldn't pull through or explaining situations no one truly understood.
You were a doctor, and people assumed you could play god as well...but you weren't god; you were just another person trying to give back to the world.
You shouldn't complain. You chose to be a trauma doctor. You went to school for this, you trained for this...this was on you.
Sometimes, when driving home late at night with blood on your shirt and exhaustion in your eyes, you wondered if it was worth it. Every day, you were sacrificing your happiness, health, and relationships.
You kept these things to yourself, scared that people would judge you. The last thing you wanted was for people to think you weren't grateful.
You miss having time for your loved ones, especially for Noah. You know he deserves more attention, affection, and quality time. You know he is patient with you and understands how things work, but it never stops you from worrying that he'll grow tired of waiting for you to come home or waiting for you to wake up from a nap. You knew it frustrated him that you could never say you had a day off. You had your scheduled days, but that didn't mean you wouldn't get called in or accidents didn't happen. Just because it was a Tuesday didn't mean people stopped getting sick or injured.
When you pull into the driveway of your home, take a moment to yourself. You try to take deep breaths and eliminate the day's worries. You know you can talk to Noah about anything, but you didn't feel right walking into the house and dumping everything on him.
Tonight was the first night you two would have together in a long time, and you hoped your day off tomorrow wouldn't lead to another disappointed sigh from Noah telling you it's OK that you have to go back to work because it wasn't. You wanted time with him. He deserved it, and so did you.
You gain the courage to get out of your car, and with slumped shoulders, you make your way to the front door, dragging your feet with every step.
You open the door, putting a smile on your face. You weren't going to be the reason this night was ruined. "I'm home!" You yell, hearing your voice echo against the walls.
The aroma of food fills your nostrils, and you suddenly feel a pang of hunger. "Wow, it smells delicious in here." You drop your bags near the counter and join Noah, who smiles as he serves your plates.
"It's just spaghetti, but I made it with extra love." He leans down, kissing your cheek. "And, I bought some wine. I don't know if it's good, but it's that one that you and Nick drank at the Christmas party."
You and Nick weren't allowed to drink together anymore. You annoyed the shit out of everyone, and at one point, the two of you were crying and laughing on the floor over Noah's reaction to losing at a board game you cheated on.
"Oh god," You laugh, "You want a repeat of that night?"
Noah sighs, putting the pot back on the stove. "No, but you were so happy that night, and I love hearing you laugh." His voice is tinged with sadness, and you feel a lump in your throat. "I'm not saying you don't laugh anymore, but you know…" He hands you a fork from the silverware drawer. He carries the two plates to the table. "I'll get the wine, go change into something cozy."
You nod, "OK." Walking down the long hallway, you feel guilt in your stomach. You felt like you were causing pain, to Noah. It wasn't intentional, of course, and you don't think he would ever directly tell you it's your fault, but the way he states things makes you feel like you're just not there, like he talked about you in the past.
You slip into some cozy pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. You run a brush through your hair and tie it in a bun; you wish you had time to shower, but you don't want to miss a moment with Noah.
When you return to the table, Noah is waiting for you with a warm smile. His eyes light up when he sees you. He loves you so much. You can tell by the way he looks at you. "Comfy?" He asks, his voice gentle and inviting. You nod, taking a seat at the round table. "So much better." You sip your wine, feeling the sharp sensation on your tongue and the heat in your throat. You wonder how you and Nick drank a whole bottle of this stuff.
"I hope it tastes good." He says, watching you take a bit, "You know I'm not the best cook in the world."
You smile at him, savoring the bite. "It's amazing, babe. I see you got fancy with the basil." You reach across the table, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb over his skin. "It's perfect. Thank you so much."
He beams at you, his eyes sparkling with love. "I have a plan. We still have tomorrow together, right?"
You nod, eating the food with more appetite than you expected. You can't recall if you had your lunch at work or if it's still rotting in the fridge. You'll have to toss it out when you go back. The thought of returning to work makes you feel anxious and depressed. "Babe?" He says softly, "Did you hear me?"
You snap out of your trance and look at him guiltily. You were too distracted by your work worries to pay attention to him. "No, sorry."
"Ah," He leans back in his chair, bringing his glass to his lips. You notice how much he drinks and wonder if he's getting frustrated with you.
"I'm sorry, love, my mind is still stuck on the hospital." You bite your lip. "One more time, please."
He smiles gently. "I was thinking maybe we could stay up a little later tonight, finish off this bottle, watch a movie, and do one of those fun face masks you love so much." His brown eyes twinkle with hope. "Or we can go to bed and get some rest." He adds quickly, trying to read your expression. "I know you had a hard day."
You slide your chair back, pick up your empty plates, and carry them to the sink. "That sounds amazing." You flash him a radiant smile before turning around to wash the dishes. "I missed you a lot today." You confess, your back still facing him. "I know things have been crazy lately, and I'm hoping they will hire some more staff and things will calm down, and I won't have to be away so much-" You stop when you feel his hands on your hips, drawing you close to him, nuzzling into your neck.
"It's OK." He soothes you, "Our jobs require us to be busy a lot."
You shiver as you feel his words vibrate against your neck. You turn off the water, dry your hands on your pajama pants, and spin around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stand on your tiptoes, pulling him down into a passionate kiss, and he eagerly responds, showering your face and neck with kisses.
You feel your heart race from all of the stimulating touches, all the gentle love and kind words he whispers against your neck.
"How did I get so lucky?" You ask as you rest your head on his chest and hug his hips. You feel blissful right now.
He holds you momentarily, smiling when he feels your body melting into him. "C'mon," He pulls away, holding your hand and leading you to the living room. "Go ahead, choose your spot, snuggle up." He says with a snort, "I'll be right back."
You reach out to the throw blanket resting on the armrest of the couch and wrap it around yourself, feeling its softness and warmth.
You snuggle into the sofa, bringing your legs close to your chest. Noah returns with your glasses and a bottle of wine, placing them on the table before sitting beside you.
He lifts his arm, inviting you to snuggle into his side. You oblige, not wanting to waste any snuggling time.
Noah gently pulls your legs over his lap, repositioning the blanket to cover you both.
"Perfect!" He snatches the remote from the table and hands you the wine. "How about one of those horror movies you love?"
You look up at him with wide eyes, "Really!?" "Absolutely." He grins. "Anything for you."
You sit up eagerly, take the remote from him, and browse the horror section. Noah admires you with a smile. His brown eyes sparkle with happiness as he senses your excitement.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He caresses your face with his hand, making you blush; you were so focused on the screen that you didn't notice him gazing at you.
You press play on the screen, and The Shining starts playing.
"A classic." Noah chuckles as he pulls you closer to him.
"Oh good, you've seen it. I didn't want to pick something that would scare you too much." You tease.
Noah rolls his eyes playfully, "Excuse me. I'm not scared; you're the one scared. I can handle any ghost or demon with my karate skills."
You roll your eyes back, "Sure, tough guy."
"Before things get intense." He pauses, trying to suppress his laughter. "Is there anything we need to talk about?"
You frown with confusion. "No?"
He laughs and raises his hands in defense. "I'm just asking because you've had some wine, and I know you get random thoughts while watching movies and then we end up chatting through the whole thing and missing it."
You slap his chest lightly and scoff. "Oh, I'm so sorry that I enjoy talking to my boyfriend."
"You're forgiven." He jokes with you.
You shake your head, cuddling up to his chest, "Are you really going to karate chop the ghost?"
You feel his chest vibrate with laughter, "Are you scared?"
You nuzzle your face into his neck, whispering, "Sometimes."
He places his hand on your hip, squeezing, and kisses the top of your head, "Then sure, I'll kick the shit out of all the ghosts for you."
Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986
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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago
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In the aftermath, Eddie doesn’t go out. The one time he tried, people were a little too brave with their harsh words and hateful glares. He was a strong guy, but healing took a lot out of him.
So he hid away in his new trailer, courtesy of the government that basically told him to shut up or else, and let Wayne handle everything.
When Steve found out what happened, he started finding reasons to check in.
“Oh, I just figured you could use some company today. Wayne’s been working a lot, hasn’t he?” He had, but Eddie didn’t know how Steve knew that.
“I had to get groceries anyways and they had a sale on a lot of the stuff you like so I thought I’d grab some.” They didn’t have a sale on anything and Steve spent his entire paycheck on junk food.
“Didn’t want to make the drive to Indy alone, ya know?” As if Steve hadn’t made the same drive at least a handful of times over the last year to bring Robin to her favorite queer safe space.
Sure, the others would stop by or invite him to hang out sometimes. He still ran some campaigns with Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and now Will. But most of his hours were lonely, and he’d never done well when he was alone.
It got to the point that Steve stopped by daily, and eventually, he stopped making up excuses and just flat out said he wanted to spend time with him.
Eddie didn’t read much into it; from what he gathered from Robin, Steve tended to be the babysitter/caregiver for anyone who needed it, even other adults.
But it was hard not to read into the little notes he left behind for Eddie to see:
Be back late tomorrow, working a double. - Stevie
Call me when you wake up, gonna make a grocery run and need to know what beer you want. - Stevie
And the one that changed everything:
Sleepover at mine tonight? Love, Stevie
Eddie didn’t think he meant to write it, especially when he didn’t bring it up that night. They were just hanging out on the couch, listening to music. It was nice.
But Eddie couldn’t get it out of his head.
“Hey, Steve?”
“Yeah, Eds?”
“Did you mean to write that on the note this morning?”
“Write what?”
“Love, Stevie.”
Steve’s eye widened for a moment before his face relaxed into a soft smile.
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“You remember how I said I’m too much for people sometimes? Clingy? Too far too fast?”
“It’s ridiculous, but yeah.”
“It’s just that I kind of thought it was obvious.”
“What’s obvious?”
“That I love you.”
He said it like it was nothing, like he was just saying have a good day on his way out the door, like he hadn’t just turned Eddie’s entire world upside down.
“Like, as friends?”
“Like, as way more than friends.”
It should’ve been obvious this whole time. Eddie realized now the other part of what Robin said: he only gave love to those he knew would stay. He’d been hurt too many times to give it to just anyone.
So Eddie wasn’t just anyone for him. Eddie wasn’t someone he felt like he had to keep an eye on.
Eddie was more for Steve.
So Eddie handed him the note from earlier that day, where he’d written his own note back to Steve:
Sleepover at yours every night. Love, Eds
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songbird-and-her-fos · 1 month ago
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A Day of Peaceful Bliss
Emmrich Volkarin/NB!Rook
Just some domestic fluff
Rook stirred from their slumber, torn from sleep's embrace by the sound of movement in the room, signaling that it was indeed time to wake up.
They groaned to themself, still sore from last night's… activities. For someone who loved going on and on about how old he was, Emmrich had a surprising amount of energy. Burying themself deeper in the soft sheets, they waited for their beloved to begin coaxing them out of bed, the way he did every morning. Soft fingers stroking their cheek, a thumb grazing their lips, and his soft voice telling them that breakfast was ready.
This morning, however, was different. Instead of the beloved touch that could soothe their worries just as well as it could send their whole body soaring straight to paradise, a whole skeletal hand lightly smacked them in the face, and a familiar voice hissed:”Wake up!”
Rook rubbed the sleepydust out of their eyes and opened them, finding Manfred's wide, toothy grin mere inches from their face.
“Good morning to you, too, Manfred”, they greeted him dryly.
He bounced up and down, obviously thrilled that his method of waking them up had worked. “Breakfast!”
“Alright, alright, just give me a moment to get dressed…”
The dining room was still quite empty at this hour; in fact, only Emmrich was already awake. His untouched bowl of porridge with apple slices and cinnamon showed that he had waited for them to join him.
He rose from his seat when Rook entered. “Good morning, dearest! Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning, my love.” They took their seat next to him. “I always sleep well next to you. But I gotta say, being woken up by Manfred was a surprise.”
Emmrich smiled somewhat sheepishly. “He insisted on being the one to wake you up this morning and wouldn‘t take no for an answer.”
“Well, he did a great job. I haven't gotten out of bed this quickly in a while.” They waggled their eyebrows at him.
They usually took their time with their morning routine, letting Emmrich tease them out of bed. Which occasionally ended with Emmrich back under the sheets with them and breakfast late enough to be considered brunch.
He chuckled, reaching for their hand. “Tomorrow, I'll be waking you up again, I promise.”
“Who knows”, Rook said, giving him a conspiratorial smirk. “Maybe I decide to wake up early myself and spoil you for a change.”
“You don‘t have to do that ”, Emmrich replied, stroking the back of their hand with his thumb. “You know that spoiling you is one of my greatest joys.”
Rook's heart swelled, and they leaned over to rest their head on his shoulder. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you, my dearest”, Emmrich muttered, pressing his soft lips against their forehead.
“Food!”, Manfred insisted, reminding them that they were in a communal space, where anyone could walk in on their intimate moment, and their food was getting cold.
Peaceful days were quite rare at the moment, so Rook resolved to enjoy this one. Sure, the tension of expecting the next catastrophe was always there. Especially because the Evanuris and their new followers had been suspiciously silent for the past few days. Thankfully, the Veilguard's allies were keeping their eyes on all of northern Thedas and would immediately alert them if there was the slightest bit of movement on the enemy front.
Keeping themselves well rested was important, Rook told themself. So there was no reason not to spend some time with Emmrich, just enjoying each other's company. Which for the two of them meant silently retreating to Emmrich's study and just reading.
“You know, dearest, I am sure that I could get another chair for you-”
“No need to.” Rook was sitting on the floor right next to his armchair, back leaning against the right armrest and the head resting against Emmrich's knee. “I like it like this.” With that said, they opened their book; one of those horribly cheesy and yet somehow highly addictive serials that Bellara and Harding liked so much, and began reading.
They only got a few pages in when a slim, warm hand snaked its way into their hair, softly massaging their scalp and causing their arms to erupt into goosebumps.
“I assume that’s why you like this arrangement so much?”, Emmrich quipped teasingly. In response, Rook made a sound that was suspiciously close to a purr. No way they could focus on their book now, not with Emmrich's fingers sending waves of pure relaxed bliss from their head to their whole body.
They had only been together a fairly short time, and he already knew them so well, knew exactly which buttons to push to have them be putty in his hands. And they loved every second of it.
Exaggerated, fake retching drove them apart, and they both turned their head to the skull on the table next to the door.
“I’m getting nauseous just watching that whelp act like a lovesick child around you, Volkarin. Don’t you think you're a bit old to be acting like this?”, complained Hezenkoss. “Or if you have to be so saccharine with each other, at least do it somewhere where I don‘t have to see it!”
“Excuse me, this is my room and I will do what I please within its walls, Johanna”, Emmrich replied curtly, obviously very offended by the interruption.
“I know what to do”, Rook said, got up and grabbed a cleaning rag that Emmrich always kept next to his autopsy table.
“Don't you dare get that filthy thing anywhere near me, you impudent brat!”, the half lich (or what remained of her) hissed at them.
“What? I'm trying to be diplomatic here. You said you didn't want to see us together, and I'm just fulfilling your wish.” With that, they tossed the rag over the skull.
“Once I have a proper body again, I will make you pay for this, you mark my words.” The defeat in Johanna's voice took all the impact the threat might have had.
“I'm quaking in my boots already”, Rook said, sarcasm dripping from every word. With the unwanted roommate now sufficiently cut off from the rest of the room, Rook now knelt down in front of Emmrich, looking up at him with big, indeed quite lovestruck looking eyes before resting their head on his lap, so he could continue what he had been doing.
Emmrich was chuckling to himself. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”
“Maybe once or twice”, Rook muttered into the soft fabric of his pants. “But I don‘t think I'll ever grow tired of hearing it.”
The afternoon approached, and when Emmrich excused himself for a moment, Rook took the opportunity to pull Manfred aside. “Manfred, could you please wake me up extra early tomorrow, when Emmrich is still asleep? I promised to spoil him and I intend to deliver.”
Manfred seemed delighted by the idea. “Yes!”
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ros3ybabe · 1 year ago
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Day 10 - 90 Day Challenge 🎀
I feel really good about today. I got a lot done despite trying to nap three times (I wasn't able to actually get any sleep), and the only reason I kept trying to nap was because I've been up since 3am. It's easy to get a lot done when you've been up forever.
🏋‍♀️ Physical Health
took a walk around campus outside
logged most of everything I ate into my food tracking app
cooked a healthy breakfast + ate a serving of fruit (red grapes)
🧠 Mental Health
morning guided journal
night time guided journal
retail therapy <3 (bought some makeup on the ulta app)
❤️ Emotional Health
read 2 sections of 101 Essays to Change the Way You Think
answered the journal prompt "what is one of my limiting self beliefs?"(realized I'm the reason I don't have many friends, need to change that)
📚 Intellectual Health
finished chapter 13 notes for psyc
completed all of chapter 14 notes for psyc
selected my articles for my reflection paper for my health and sport class + formatted Google docs for each article reflection writing
(This all took me 2.5 hours from 4am to 630am, the perks of accidentally waking up early as heck)
🏘 Adulting
organized my desk drawer
reached out + invited my older brother to come see me since he was in town (he'll be here soon!)
had a phone call with my dad
🥰 Self Love/Care
morning skincare
night skincare (just moisturizer, I was tired)
took a warm shower + brushed my teeth (as gross as it sounds that I don't do it every day, depression sucks and I'm proud of myself for even one win )
made my bed (trying to make it a habit)
let in morning sunlight until it began to get dim outside (keeps electricity costs down and boosts my mood when I'm in my room)
I am very proud of myself for today despite my lack of motivation these last few days. Hopefully, this carries over to tomorrow, and I can be productive at least a little bit before i have to go to work. There's still time in the day, but I'm satisfied with today, which is why I'm posting this a bit early in the evening. Thank you and much love to everyone who has been commenting encouraging and supportive things it makes it easier to be open and honest about my struggles, mental health, and overall well-being.
til next time, lovelies 🩷
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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago
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AITA for being ungrateful?
So my(25M) car broke down and my grandma(65F) has been letting my borrow hers for the past year since she can't use it anyways (her hip is really bad and she's on the 3rd floor so she can't even make it to the car). My younger brother(23M) lives with her and has been doing the grocery shopping. Recently his car broke down so grandma needs her car back so my brother can go to work and do groceries. She also is finally fully recovered from her hip surgery so she she wants it back so she can get around again.
We agreed for me to drop it off tomorrow, which happens to be my birthday. She asked me to show up no later than 11 but I pushed back on that and said I'd rather come a bit before 1 when my brother is going to take off for work.
I live in a city with shit parking so I've been driving it from work to a train station and taking the train the rest of the way home. So I would first need to take the train to the car and then drive the car to her place so that's 2 hours. I also need to pack up my animals bc she wants me to spend the night and I don't have anybody who can feed them while I'm gone and I refuse to just not feed them for a day even if "they'd survive". So I'm expecting needing an hour and a half to get ready and get my animals settled(a dog and a cat, their toys, food, litter box and cats meds).
So to get there by 11 I'd have to wake up by 7:30 and I wanted to sleep in a bit bc it's Saturday and my birthday so that's why I wanted to come later.
When I told her it would take me a while to get there she said she wanted to go shopping before my brother took off with the car. I asked her to give me the list so I can just grab her groceries on my way there. She said she's been real nice letting me have her car for so long so I should just do what I'm told.
I think she wants the car back bc she's antsy to have a reason to get out of the house, which is fair enough, but I'm not thrilled by the guilt trip. I feel like she's expecting obedience in exchange for help, which I don't think is actually fair, but I don't know if I'm in the right for thinking that or if that is indeed the situation.
What are these acronyms?
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ilovepapahet · 3 months ago
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Chapter Five
In hybrid moments. Give me a moment
Warnings: alcohol, creepy men, fluff, angst,
Let me know if I missed anything
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You wake up with the sun shining through your curtains blinding you as you rub your face from the grogginess of sleep. You hated getting up and getting ready for work. You already hear your cat meowing for breakfast “I know I know.. I’m comin” you say in a yawn.
Sitting on the edge of your bed ruffling your messy bed hair you look at your mirror at the foot of your bed. Your going to have to take a shower before you head out, stepping out of your room into the kitchen.
It’s nine, you have an hour to get ready and get to work. You feed Phoenix and eat something small, you weren’t that hungry.
Heading to the bathroom and turning the shower on you strip of you pjs and stepping in. Combing your hair of grease and tangles, washing yourself clean. Hoping out a drying yourself off to put your uniform on. You say good bye to Phoenix make sure he has enough water and food before heading out the door.
The worst part about going to work was driving through the city. People who don’t know how to drive, people who don’t look when they cross the road. It’s a pain.
You sigh as you reach a red light again. They always come at the worst time. The radio snaps you out of your thoughts.
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“Next up, Metallica! Here is their new song Master Of Puppets off their new album Master Of Puppets!”
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Now you’re wide awake due to the loud guitars and drums blasting through your speakers. You turn it off quickly not trying to ruin your morning already. You just want to get through the day.
Pulling into your usual parking stop you claimed when you first started working at this place.
You step out and walk to the back door since you parked in the back and unlock the door. There’s people unloading guitars from new shipments, people checking up on guitars and fixing some of them. The usual.
You wave to your boss as you walk by his office, he was a nice guy. He reminds you of the cool uncle everyone loves, the one who would take you on a ride on his Harley and give you candy when your parents said no. The one you would call to pick you up from a party you weren’t supposed to go to in the first place. He gave you comfort.
Jim was his name, a cool chill laidback guy. He made work fun. You pull up beside your work friend, Jordan who’ve you’ve known for about three years, “Hay, seems busy already”. He looks over at you standing upright from leaning on the counter, “Yeah. It’s like as soon as we open people come flooding in. It’s cool though at least we makin money” he laughed. You nod along to his words. This place always seemed to be busy with people from all over “I wasn’t expecting it to be this busy this early though” you look around the place at the amount of people in the place “Yeah same” Jordan replied.
Jordan became your close male friend and really the only one you trusted after multiple incidents where you had to leave after work late and creepy men were outside, this is another reason why you hated the city.
Men can’t take no for an answer. Jordan would come outside and make sure you get to your car safe and he’d make you call him when you get home to make sure you’re safe. You both talked through out your shifts and sold at least two or three guitars, usually you’d both be able to sell more, but not today.
Around the end of the day you and Jordan were lucky enough to get out of work early and you both walked to your cars. “Hay tomorrow you have a day off right?” Jordan asked standing by his car, “Yeah I do. Why do you ask?.
“Tomorrow me and a few friends are going out to some bar, you wanna come?” He asked.
You thought for a second and thought you should go. You hated going out, but you could trust him if you felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave “Sure why not”. “Great. I’ll pick you up around six tomorrow, that’s sound good?”.
“Sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you wave to him before getting in your car and driving off.
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After getting home feeding your cat and getting some food into your system you were ready for bed, everyday was so exhausting for you. You always tried to get better sleep you never could though and don’t understand why you couldn’t. You needed some sort of comfort to sleep. It’s not like your cat doesn’t give you comfort he does, but not the comfort you need.
You’ll figure it out at some point your sure of it you just need time to think about it. You talked to your friends about it some of them said it might be your bed, you’re still getting used to the city, maybe that could be it. You slowly drift off to sleep curling up into your sheets.
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You were in your room… everything slowly fading in.
A strange feeling that someone was with you washes over you as you turn and face the man with blond hair and baby blue eyes.
“James?” You say softy into the warm air of your room.
“Hay sweetheart… you havin trouble falling asleep?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and places his hand on your cheek gently rubbing his thumb over it.
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You quickly wake up in a cold sweat. Why was this happening? why was he in your dreams? Why was he so gentle and caring? You rub your hands over your face and look over at the clock sitting on your bed side table.. ten o three.
You slowly stand up and stretch before you walk out of your room almost tripping over your cat because he was sitting right in front on the door “God damnit- Phoenix!” He looks up at you with an innocent look. This cat was going to be the death of you. You feed him and start to make yourself some coffee, you replay the dream you had… what the fuck was James doing on your dreams?
You remember that you have plans and quickly forget the dream, at least you didn’t have to drive and Jordan was driving. You didn’t have to go out until six, but you take awhile to get ready so you planned an outfit ahead of time. Six rolled around and you stepped outside on your porch locking the door and waiting for Jordan. He pulled into your driveway and you hoped in the car.
“You look nice” Jordan friendly comments on your outfit “it’s just a white tank top and blue jeans” it was always your go to outfit when you were lazy. He laughs lightly and pulling out of the driveway, it was a silent drive at the start until Jordan spoke up.
“What was it like being with James?” He asked, Jordan was a fan of Metallica even since their first album Kill ‘Em All came out. You sighed knowing he doesn’t know the whole thing that happened between you guys or at lest why you broke up.
“He was a nice guy” you replied softly.
“Do you regret breaking up with him? Or did things just not work out… like it just wasn’t meant to be” Jordan asked innocently.
“I don’t know… I just don’t like talking about it”
“Why not… not to push you or anything” he looks over at you.
“I don’t know. I mean your chill about it, but with other people I would probably get hammered with questions… and the girls would be worst”
Jordan chuckles and nods his head “yeah I guess. You’re lucky though”. Were you though? “Yeah I guess” you mumbled as Jordan pulled into a parking spot on the side of the road. As you both step out of the car you look up at the sign of the bar, you’ve been here a few times maybe more than you could count.
You walk in and follow Jordan to where his friends were, you didn’t really have many friends not like you used to.. just Dawn, her boyfriend Robert, Jordan and Dave. You wave to his friends and sit down keeping quiet unless one of his friends asked you something. You ended up getting bored of drinking beer and excused yourself to get a drink you actually wanted, you walk up and went to a bar stool and asked for a rum and coke on the rocks.
You looked down at the table deep in thought before you hear you name get called and a hand being placed on your shoulder.
You turn and see a tall man with reddish brown hair and very much unmistakable face.
“Cliff?”
He smiles realizing it really is you “Oh shit it really is you, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me”.
You turn to him completely give him your full attention. “Uh- hi what are you doing here?” You ask him.
“I was here with a few friend I was about to leave though until I saw you” he takes a seat beside you.
“You look great since the last time I saw you. You holding up ok” a genuine hint of concern in his tone.
You paused for a moment thinking about everything.
“I’m alright” you lied.
Cliff hummed and nodded slowly. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two. “What have you been doing these past years? Any new friends any boyfriends” you were a little taken aback but you knew he meant well especially after such a long time.
“Well I made one new friend, his name is Jordan I’m actually here with him” you tell him “Cool..” and there was a bit of awkward silence again.
“What about you? What have you been up to?” You break the silence.
“Well not much actually. We recently finished another album have you heard it yet, I think it’s are best yet”
“No.. no I haven’t” you admit feeling a little bit of guilt.
For the rest of the night you and Cliff talked catching up more on each other’s lives, Cliff ended up leaving before you and you walk back to Jordan and his friends.
“Who was that?” Jordan asked giving you a teasing smirk. “It was just an old friend. We were just catching up” you look down at the table.
“Really? I thought you hated talkin to the people you used to know”
“I do… depending on the person but he’s ok. We used to be close”
Jordan nodded and dropped the topic talking to his friends. It was nice to see Cliff again he still seemed like the same old Cliff you meet, he was still laid back which helped with your anxious nerves.
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Two weeks after you and Dave both called each other frequently wanting to rebuild the friendship. The only problem was is that he never stopped talking about getting kicked out of the band, sure you could completely understand why he was mad.
He had a right too but it was getting annoying, the constant complaints about it.
Today was no different. “I mean come on. I am ten times the guitarist their new one is”.
“Yes Dave I know.. what else is new” you sigh and roll your eyes and you hold the phone between your should and ear.
“What am I not allowed to complain?”
“I never said that Dave it’s just… listen I get your upset and you’ve been betrayed, but for fuck I don’t want to hear it anymore”
Dave scoffed “But you understand where I’m coming from? I can be upset”
“Yes you can be upset Dave and I do understand you, but it’s all you talk about. Why?”
“All you ever think about is the break up” he said in an irritated tone. “But I’m not constantly talking about it Dave. I just don’t want to hear it…. Dave I got to go, I’ll talk to you another time” you sigh feeling exhausted.
Dave didn’t say anything and let you hang up the phone. To much was going on in your life and you could feel your energy slowly getting drained day by day. You’re just.. tired.
You just stopped having the need to continue and all you wanted to do was to lock yourself in your house forever to just give up and forget everything.
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sorry this took so long guys I apologize I hope you enjoyed it though, this was a long one
Also! I have a masterlist now that I’m still working on and will be continually updating so you can find past chapters and new fanfics that are coming out.
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4LIFERS
pairing: choi soobin x reader
summary: soobin reminded you of the pact you suggested and you didn't expect him to be serious about it
word count: 1k words
content: non-idol au, cheesy texts, fluff, you and soob have feelings for each other but try so hard to hide it
note: this was an old work from my old blog and I decided to rewrite it so have this as a treat 🫶🏻
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It's been exactly two months since he took you out at three in the morning to a fast food restaurant.
Whenever you get reminded of that time, you tend to get a good laugh at the memory. That was when you got dumped by your ex-boyfriend through text and Soobin was there to be your shoulder to cry on. He went out of his way to come and pick you up and gave you some time to let all of your frustrations out.
You could still remember the way you were sobbing while eating your chocolate sundae and he was trying to stifle his laughter, afraid that he would offend you, but you two ended up bursting into a fit of laughter realizing how ridiculous the situation you were in.
It never fails to bring a smile to your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying— it would be strange for someone not to react like that when your whole world crumbled just by one text. He reminded you about your worth and that you deserve much more and you're grateful for that.
The two of you manage to end up in relationships that don't benefit you, they were unfortunate events as you two call it— perhaps the reason behind that is because you love deeply, too much even.
You turn to your other side, moving your blanket over your shoulder to cover more of your skin. The cold weather has been giving you the chills lately.
You continued to scroll through your phone, hoping that it'll make you tired as time went on. You figure that your tendency to overthink might've affected your sleeping patterns. The only good thing is that you have no classes tomorrow and you don't have to worry about waking up early in the morning.
A sigh escaped your lips, your gaze slowly met the time on the far top left of your phone and realized how late it was.
2:30 AM
The time's glaring at you and gives you silent caution that tonight will be a long one. You'd rather stay awake than spend your time tossing and turning as you try to fall asleep.
Ding
Your gaze flickered up to read the message bubble and soon multiple other messages popped up right after the first ring of the phone. You held the notifications down to see who it was only to see your best friend. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he needed this late at night.
You made a noise of confusion, opening your messages to read what he wrote to you. Soobin does tend to sleep earlier than you, so to see him message you at this time of the night kinda… surprised you. But you wouldn't really complain, you're more than happy that he's awake so you have someone to talk to.
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You turned to lay on your back and placed your phone down and patiently waited for Soobin to reply to your message. You want to find out what he's currently thinking about and it doesn't help that he's taking quite a long time to respond. You tapped your fingers on the screen of your phone, humming a familiar tune as you waited for your phone to ring.
Manifesting him? You thought as a small smile spread across your lips, narrowing your eyes at his claim. You can't say that you weren't thinking about him a few minutes ago, but you were only reminiscing memories with him.
He still hadn't responded after over an hour had passed. Your palms start to get sweaty and you find yourself checking your phone often because you're not used to Soobin leaving you waiting like this. Perhaps he fell asleep already, in which case your wait is in vain.
Ding
You threw the pillow from your face, your hand frantically searching through your blanket to find your phone. As you brought it up, the screen lit up and displayed his name there, your eyes widening, you quickly unlocked your phone to press the notification.
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A fond smile spread across your lips, eyes forming into upside down crescents from how wide you were smiling. That oddly made your heart beat as if you ran a whole marathon, the way it's thumping relentlessly against your chest and that familiar feeling of heat rising up to your cheeks— it's been a while since you've felt like this about someone and it happens to be your best friend. You couldn't believe it. He wants to marry you— well, if you do end up single at that age.
You can't stop smiling now and you swear that you look like a complete idiot. You frantically shook your head, throwing your head down to your pillow as you let out a loud squeal and hope that your neighbors won't hear it. Unfortunately for you, those two layers of pillows couldn't contain your voice.
A loud thud from the other side of your wall was heard, which completely stopped you from your antics. You set up your elbows to support your weight, eyes wide from what happened and lett a few minutes pass before letting out a string of giggles.
You experienced a rush of dopamine due to the abrupt change in your mood over the course of an hour or two. You behaved in a manner that made you think of an anime schoolgirl. It was embarrassing. But, just the thought of someone willing to marry you is enough to make you giddy and somehow weak at the knees.
"I should change his name," you mumbled to yourself. You went back to your phone and opened the messaging app, hands shaking from the rush of excitement.
"Soobtonin suits him," he makes you happy so that explains his nickname pretty well. "My daily serotonin!"
You realized that you overreacted after giving your reaction some thought. You may have assumed that he was calm as you didn't realize how hard he was trying to maintain his composure on the other side of your screen.
Soobin buried his face into the comforts of his pillow, trying to suppress his urge to scream out of embarrassment. His phone long abandoned on top of his nightstand, not daring to look at it again.
He hopes you'll remember that promise and get married in the future.
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spine-buster · 4 months ago
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So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 2
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A/N: Thanks to those who have liked and/or reblogged. Please remember that a lot of us authors thrive from likes, reblogs + fun tags, asks, etc. about our work! We put so much time and effort into our writing. It seems like there's such little engagement with authors and fics on here these days and we need to bring it back!
The house was quiet, which was odd for the afternoon.  Usually, if they were both home, Austin was streaming on Twitch and Violet would be out of view of the screen reading a book or in the office completing a session with one of her patients.  But Austin wasn’t streaming, and she wasn’t in a session.  Instead, as she wandered through the house and into the main living area, she saw Austin sitting up on the couch, legs up and outstretched on the chaise.  He was just…there.  Not watching TV, not on his phone, not reading, not playing video games…nothing.  Just staring at nothing, perceiving nothing, an empty look in him. 
When Kyle had texted earlier that day, he suggested they get together soon so he could bring his daughter Janie over.  She was such a character, and Austin loved playing with her.  Violet knew it would cheer him up, at least even momentarily, and they agreed that Kyle would drop by “unannounced” tomorrow.  But in the meantime, Violet would have to get to the core of what was wrong, although deep down she knew.
Another injury.  Another setback.
She didn’t say a word as she walked across the room, even when Austin made eye contact with her.  Almost immediately he looked away, like they were back on the bus to Lancaster all those years ago.  He couldn’t bear to look at her, because he knew if he did, he’d start tearing up.  Maybe he would anyway.
Even when she snuggled into the side of his body, he didn’t look at her.  Couldn’t look at her.  She didn’t sense any coldness from him – she never did – and that was the worst part.  It felt simultaneously like Austin, her Austin, was there but not there, at the same time.  “Talk to me,” she whispered, trying to snake her arms around her shoulders to bring his body closer to hers.  He shook his head.  “Austin, talk to me,” she pressed.
He kept shaking his head.  Finally, a single tear fell.  The red blush of anger began to overwhelm his face.  “Again,” was all he could say, quietly but with a deep, deep sense of frustration.
She cupped his face in her hand, his beard rubbing against her skin.  “Austin—”
“Every day I watch you.  I watch you make me food and do my laundry and help me get out of the car and I hate it.  I fucking hate it—”
“—Shhh—”
“You’re always taking care of me, taking care of us, and I’m just here, useless—”
“—Don’t call yourself that—”
“—I just, I feel so fucking defeated, Vi.  I hate doing this to you.  I hate it.  I see you get down on your knees to help me put on my fucking shoes and I’m this close to just losing it.”
Violet crawled onto his lap before touching their foreheads together.  Austin was getting redder from trying to hold it all in, and she wanted so desperately to take all his anger and frustration out of him.  Hell, she would take it if it meant not seeing him like this.  “I do those things for you because I love you.  Because I want to,” she whispered.
He shook his head.  “All those nights when I had the concussion, when you’d wake up with me because I was freaking out for no reason and you would calm me down even though sometimes it would take hours—”
“—Austin, I wasn’t going to let you go through all of that alone.  I did all that because I love you more than anything, because I know you would do the same for me,” she said.  That was a difficult time.  Painful and difficult.  And dark.  So dark.  When Austin took the brain test and only scored a 38 she remembered how much he sobbed.  She held it together in front of him but once he was asleep, she went into their bathroom and let it all out too, crying and crying until she got a headache.
“I don’t want to put you through that shit again, but I am.  I hate myself for it.”
“Shhhhhhhhh,” Violet cooed as she watched Austin break down entirely, burying his head in the crook of her neck as she hugged him close to her body.  He cried into her neck, a cathartic experience for him as he was letting it all out.  Violet was doing everything she could, everything she knew Austin liked, so she could calm him down: running her fingers through his hair lightly, soft kisses, whispering into his ear.
It was only when he raised his head did she see the true extent of his tears, a wet face with glistening cheeks and red eyes looking into hers.  “I can’t stand not being able to give you everything.  Give you what I promised I would,” he whispered in a voice frail and brittle.
Violet cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs wiping his tears away lightly as she shook her head slightly.  “You’re my everything, Austin.”
Austin let out a deep breath, almost as if he needed to hear those words.  “No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that.”
They kissed, and when Austin buried his face into the crook of Violet’s neck again, there were no more tears – well, less tears – and instead, a sense of restoration, a sense of calm, a sense of peace.  The feeling that things would be okay despite another hardship being thrown their way.  The feeling that their love was stronger than this.  The feeling that, despite everything, after almost two decades together, a broken ankle wasn’t going to break Austin, or Violet, or their relationship.
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The next day that Austin got on the bus, he saw Violet in his regular seat against the window.  She’d gone from “Maybe we should be friends” to stealing his seat in a matter of 24 hours.  He walked towards her after paying his fare and slipped into the seat beside her.  Violet was chipper as ever, despite it being early in the morning.  “Do you like listening to music?”
Austin was sort of taken aback by the question.  Was there anybody who didn’t?  “Yeah, of course,” he nodded.  “Why?  What do you like to listen to?”
Violet unzipped a small pocket on her backpack and pulled out something Austin was shocked to see – an iPod.  While many of his friends had different types of MP3 players, nobody he knew actually had an iPod.  “There’s this band that I just found.  They’re called Fall Out Boy.  They released an EP called My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side To My Tongue.  It’s acoustic – do you like acoustic?”
He was temporarily blinded by the iPod that he didn’t fully register what she was saying about Fall Out Boy.  “You have an iPod?” he asked, looking between her and the device in shock.
“Oh.  Uh, yeah,” she nodded.  “My aunt in Toronto got it for me for Christmas last year.  It’s pretty cool.”
“I’ve never seen one in real life before,” he almost chuckled out.  “I don’t know anybody who has one.”
Violet handed it to him, and he held on to it like it was a diamond.  “You can click through it and find something you like.”
“Uh, thanks,” he said, moving his finger along the clickwheel.  In their silence, she shuffled through the same pocked for headphones – a pair from Apple, he noticed, since the wires were white and the buds were circle shaped.  She stuck the end into the headphone jack and handed him the right bud.  So they were going to listen to songs on her iPod together?  Okay.  He looked her in the eye.  “You like Fall Out Boy?”
Her eyes lit up again.  He was immediately endeared, but he wouldn’t know that until much later.  “I really love that EP.  Do you listen to them?”
He nodded.  Clicking through, he found the album and clicked the first song.  They sat together on the bus, one earbud in each, listening to the whole album the rest of the way into Lancaster.
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Later that night, as they crawled into bed, Austin snuggled into Violet as he always did, except this time there was an air of neediness in his body language.  Their bodies intertwined with one another’s naturally.  “I meant what I said earlier today,” he whispered.  “I love you more than I can say a lot of the time.”
“I know.  I meant what I said too about you being my everything,” Violet replied.  “I want you to remember that when things get hard.  When your mind plays tricks on you.  Remember my voice telling you that.”
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Austin and Violet introduced each other to a lot of new music.  He would board the bus and introduce her to an album, and she’d go home and download it and put it on her iPod.  She would board the bus and introduce him to an album, and he’d go home and download the MP3s of it immediately before burning a blank CD.  Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance.  Hot Fuss by The Killers.
“My dad was listening to Mr. Brightside with me last night when I was playing it on the computer.  He loved it,” Violet said one morning as the bus barrelled down the highway towards Lancaster.  “He said it was very catchy.  He’s going to listen to the whole album next Monday when he has to drive to Philly.”
“Why does he need to go to Philly?” Austin asked.
“My dad’s a professor at UPenn,” she said.  “He lectures on international diplomacy and German politics.  I mean, with a name like Schwarzkopf, you know,” she shrugged, trying to joke.  “When he has to lecture, he stays in Philly.  So he’s gone Monday and Tuesday nights because his lectures on Mondays and Wednesdays.  He has a small apartment there that the university subsidizes.  He comes home by dinner on Wednesdays.  My mom at least stays in Manheim or just goes to the surrounding towns for her work.”
“What does she do?”
“My mom’s an SLT.”
Austin furrowed his brows slightly.  Was he supposed to know what that was?  “What’s that mean?”
“A speech language therapist.  She used to work at a practice with a lot of kids, like helping them with their speech impediments.  Getting them to pronounce their Rs correctly or help them with their lisps or stutters.  But since moving to Manheim she usually works with older people who have had, like, strokes and stuff.  She helps them with regaining their speech and their swallowing.”
Austin nodded, digesting all the information Violet was telling him.  No wonder she went to private school.  No wonder she pronounced and enunciated all her words so clearly it almost sounded like she had an accent.  No wonder she lived on Mulberry Street in Manheim.  With a university professor dad and a speech language therapist mom, was there any other possibility?  “That all sounds pretty…intense,” Austin offered.
Violet looked at him, wondering if that was his invitation for her to come in a bit more.  “It is,” she said, offering him very little.  “I mean, it—it can be, sometimes.  What do your parents do?”
He looked down at his feet and bit his lip momentarily before answering.  “Um, my parents are divorced.  My mom’s a hairstylist but she’s also studying to become a real estate agent.  My dad works in construction.  We…uh…we live with my grandma at her house.”
Violet gave him a look at the way those words came out of his mouth.  “You don’t have to be self-conscious about that, you know,” she told him.  “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Austin shrugged his shoulders.  “I guess.  I mean plenty of my friends’ parents are divorced.  I just never thought mine would be one of them, you know?”
Violet nodded with him.  “My dad…when I say he’s German, I mean he’s German German.  Like he grew up in Frankfurt and then went to Toronto to study at the university, and that’s where he met my mom.  My mom’s got family back in Toronto, but here in Pennsylvania, it’s just us.  Literally just us.  That’s why we’re so…close, I guess.  Because without one another, we’d have nobody.  So I understand how hard it can be when that unit kind of…breaks up.”
She wondered if she made any God damn sense whatsoever, but as she watched Austin and saw him nod slightly, she knew at least something got through.  “Yeah.  We all still love each other.  It’s just…hard.”
“I—I’m sorry if I made you upset,” Violet was suddenly self-conscious again.  She had a tendency of doing sticking to overly-emotional topics in conversations, but it was always by accident.  She had to get the hint that people didn’t want to go there, especially not on a bus, especially with someone they’d practically just met, especially with someone they barely knew.  “I didn’t mean to—"
“—No no, it’s okay,” Austin assured her.  Well, at least she had that.
“I don’t mean to pry into your personal business.  I know we barely know each other,” she continued.  “And I’m sorry that—”
“—You need to stop apologizing,” Austin interrupted her again.  She almost couldn’t see it, but there was the smallest smile on his face – she could tell by his eye crinkles.  “I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t want you knowing, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah.  Yeah of course,” she said confidently, even though, in her head, she was still trying to work out what that meant.  “Because we’re friends.”
A pause.  “Right,” Austin said finally.  “Because we’re friends.”
***
“Where do you want to go, Janie?” Austin asked in an upbeat voice as he carried Janie Greenwood, Kyle’s daughter, on his shoulders. 
“Kitken!” she screamed, pointing in the direction of the kitchen before Austin started to hobble over in his ankle boot.  “Snack!”
“Nooooo!  Janie’s had too many snacks at Uncle Austin’s house already,” Kyle warned from his seat on the floor next to some of Janie’s toys.
“Snack!”
“No snack!”
“Snack!”
“No snack!”
Uncle Austin, ever the spoiler, went to the cupboard and retrieved another packet of Goldfish for Janie, handing them to her with a smile.  “What Janie wants, Janie gets!” he exclaimed.
“Yaaaaaayyyyy!”
“Janie, let’s stick our tongues out at daddy,” Austin snickered, hobbling back to the couch as he and Janie made faces at Kyle, Janie sticking her tongue out as far as it could go.  From his spot on the floor, Kyle couldn’t help but shake his head and smile at his daughter and best friend.  From beside him, Violet smiled too, grateful to see a smile and some life back in Austin, even if it was just for a little while.
***
One weekend, out in Manheim, Austin and Violet saw each other at the grocery store.
Austin was with his mom, who was debating which brand of yogurt she should buy, and whether she should buy the packets or the big tub.  Down at the other end of the aisle, Violet was with her mom, too, buying some butter and heavy cream since they were going to make some cranberry and white chocolate scones.  The two stopped dead in their tracks once they saw each other, and both their mothers took quiet notice.  It was as if they thought the other didn’t exist outside of the bus.
It wasn’t until their mothers said something that they were honest.  “Who’s that?” Agatha Schwarzkopf asked her daughter, grabbing the butter from the fridge.
Violet didn’t answer at first – she only looked at Austin – until she could feel her mother staring at her.  “We ride the bus together into Lancaster every morning.  His name is Austin Jenkins.”
“Does he go to St. Augustine College?” she asked, referring to the traditional ‘brother’ school of St. Anne’s, the private boys’ school in north Lancaster.
“No.  He goes to Lancaster West.”
Agatha nodded slightly.  “Are you two friends?”
Violet hesitated again before nodding.  “Yeah.  We’re friends.”
“Who’s that?” Cathy Jenkins asked her son, finally deciding and grabbing the large tub of Greek yogurt from the fridge.
Austin didn’t answer at first – he only looked at Violet – until he could feel his mother staring at him.  “We take the bus together into Lancaster every morning.  Her name is Violet Schwarzkopf.”
“She’s a girl from your school?” Cathy asked.
“No.  She goes to St. Anne’s.”
Cathy’s eyebrows rose slightly as she nodded.  “Are you two friends?”
Austin hesitated again before nodding.  “Yeah.  We’re friends.”
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