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aliaology · 8 months ago

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Hiya love, I don’t know if your requests are open and if they aren’t feel free to delete/ignore but I was wondering if you could do Jack, Quinn and Luke reacting to older Hughes sister bringing her boyfriend to the lake house and they’re so cute the three are trying so hard to hate him they just can’t?

yess babe this sounds so fun!!

PSA i lowkey read it wrong and instead of older hughes sister, i did younger hughes sister. uhm... i had already written so much i couldn't figure out how to fix it so we have to stay this way. IM SORRY BAE

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like your brothers, you didn't live at home anymore. in fact, you didn't follow in luke or quinns footsteps. university of michigan was not your school, university of tennessee was. you moved down there with a full-ride scholarship for softball. down in tennessee, that's where you met a boy.

this boy's name is grayson, and unlike you, he didn't actually attend your college. you met him at one of your games. his sister was on your team, and you had accidentally run into him when you were on your way out of the stadium. he had a nice southern accent, and was raised to always treat a lady right, at least that's what his mama told you.

now, after a few months of dating, and meeting his family; it was time to meet yours.

"they don't have a thing against us southerners, right?" grayson asked, clearly nervous to meet your parents, even more nervous about your brothers.

"calm down, gray. they're gonna love you." you spoke softly.

you took one hand off the wheel and grabbed his hand in yours, lacing your hands together. he let out a breath before bringing up your twined hands and kissing the back of yours.

"you promise?" he asked, his free hand resting on the door with the window down. his hand gripped the top of the door loosely.

"promise, gray. my parents already like you from the stuff ive told them." you told, turning down your road.

his grip on your hand got a tad tighter. "i think i'm more nervous about your brothers." he confessed.

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, your grip tightening on his hand now instead. "id love to reassure you, gray, but they can be such overprotective dicks." you admitted.

grayson nodded, clearly nervous. his nerves just flared up more as you pulled into your lake house driveway. hesitantly, he removed his hand from yours and got out of the car as you put it into park. your parents were already walking over, your brothers on the porch. grayson walked to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

smiling, you turned the car off and grabbed his hand, getting out with his help. you turned to your parents who were just a few feet away from you, grayson shut your door for you.

"hi mom- dad" you smiled, pulling them both into a hug. ellen laughed slightly as jim just smiled.

"god sweetie, we missed you so much. its so weird knowing you're down in tennessee." ellen told.

footsteps approached, many of them at a time. your brothers came behind your parents. "weird to be in tennessee, but its fun."

you removed yourself from your parents before being swept off your feet by your closest brother, luke. endless hugs came from your brothers before they all finally left you alone so you could introduce the boy you brought home.

"grayson, these are my parents: ellen and jim." you pointed to them. "and those are my brothers: quinn, jack and luke." you told.

"everyone, this is my boyfriend, grayson."

your parents were overjoyed, welcoming the boy with open arms. your older brothers though, weren't as welcoming. as soon as the word 'boyfriend' left your lips, they all looked at each other. quinns arms crossed, jacks eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and luke just stared.

you noticed their behaviors and how uncomfortable grayson felt under their gazes. you sighed and grabbed graysons hand. "we'll be unpacking for a bit."

quinn didn't like grayson, or he tried not to, just like his brothers. who does this... cowboy think he is? thinks he has a chance with his little sister? the girl who plans on moving to a big city, becoming journalist. he would only drag her down.

though, unlike jack or luke, quinn noticed the way the boy looked at his sister. grayson looked at you as if you hung the moon. like you were the reason he was alive, breathing, why his heart was beating. sure, he knew the look of love all too well due to his parents.

but this look, this was more. all of graysons love poured out through his looks. he loved to look at you. it made quinn loosen up a bit.

jack definitely didn't like grayson. the way he dressed, jeans and timberlands. who does that in this weather? the cowboy hat must've been way too big for his head too, it kept falling in front of his eyes.

the way he talked. he knew his parents were comfortable with grayson due to calls before, but how was he allowed to already call them 'ma and pa?' or when he spoke to the boys, his accent was almost forced away, but with you his southern drawl was at its peak.

the way he walked. god, did your boyfriend not learn how to properly walk when he was younger? okay, maybe jack was being a bit too harsh. but this was his little sister we're talking about. he had to make sure she only got the best.

but like quinn, he noticed something. it wasn't the looks quinn noticed, but it was they way he talked to you, and about you. when grayson talked to you, his voice was always soft, never raising even when in a playful mood. he also seemed to do his best to not swear in front of you, even when the word 'fuck' was said in about every five sentences that came out of your mouth.

and the way the boy talked about you? you may have well been an angel in his eyes. he always brought you up, even if you had no relation to the topic. grayson made sure you somehow related to it.

but that didn't mean jack liked him.

luke disliked him... moderately. his main reason for disliking him was because he was scared the boy would take you away. growing up, you and luke were the closest due to being a year apart from each other. the smaller age gap between you two compared to the others gave you guys a strong bond.

luke called often. before, during, after games, practices, sometimes even parties. every now and then he loved to call you his twin, even if it wasn't true. no one would really be able to tell.

but like the other two brothers, he disliked grayson whilst noticing one thing the others didn't: how he touched you.

now, luke didn't want to think about any weirdo guy even poking you. but he saw how grayson was with you. the southern boy was gentle. his touches were feather like when in front of your family.

graysons hands never traveled lower than your hips, and even then, he did his best to be polite and make sure you were comfortable. if you two were on the couch together, his arm around you would rest on your shoulder. his thumb would gently rub your skin back and forth. grayson was just polite.

the brothers couldn't pick him apart. oh, how they wanted to hate him, but he treated you so well. and all the individual things they noticed he did? you did them as well, and collectively they saw that.

the three boys realized how much grayson meant to you, how much you meant to him. you two were good for one another, and instead of trying to force you two apart, they made sure no one could come between you.

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hunnylagoon · 1 year ago

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Right Where You Left Me

Pt1: Coming Down With Me

Ellie Williams x reader

I once met a girl with skin like kiwi. Even the butterflies were drawn to her, landing on the top of her nose, the dip in her palm. But the kiwi stung my tongue, scarred my lips and made me bleed. I do not care. Cover me in your kiwi kisses, burn my mouth and scar my flesh. Bleach my eyes and dip my heart in lemon juice. Sing your sickly sweet words until my ears bleed.

Premise: You and Ellie were childhood best friends until you grew up. Funny thing about soulmates is that they tend to find their way back to each other.

Warnings: Angst / reader has religious issues / people are mean lol / best friends to enemies to lovers / roommate! Ellie

Part two here!

Part three here!

Part four here!

I know everything about you,

You know everything about me.

I had always been bound to the earth while Ellie danced with the stars in the night sky among delusion and dreams. Though, more so than anything, we were bound to one another.

Our parents were friends, even before we were born. They met at summer camp when they were teenagers, the same camp that Ellie and I were eventually shipped off to every summer. Of course, I have no recollection of when I was an infant, only stories that my parents shared with me; My dad told me that I learned to crawl backwards before I learned to crawl forwards. Joel kept a photo album of his girl.

I can't remember days of crawling around and babbling incoherently, but I can tell you what I remember.

Five years old- Kindergarten

Despite the air being unbearable hot, it was infused with excitement as Ellie and me set foot in the petting zoo. I had never seen so many animals in one place, my little brain was going nuts. Accompanied by the gentle hum of content animals, the aroma of straw, and the distant melody of joyful chatter, the petting zoo rang true to its rustic charm.

Ellie, with her auburn curls bouncing in the breeze, led the way, her eyes widened at the sight of a fluffy alpaca lazily grazing in the sunshine. I giggled as we approached a pen filled with adorable piglets, their tiny snouts sniffing the pure air far away from the dirty stench of the city.

Our parents, watching with affectionate smiles, guided us to the lamb enclosure where soft, woolly creatures nuzzled against tiny palms. Ellie's fingers gently traced the contours of a lamb's ear, and she couldn't resist a delighted squeal as she felt the velvety nose of a goat.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the scene, the families strolled through the meandering paths, passing by a pond where ducks quacked merrily. Ellie and I, hand in loveable hand, marvelled at the wonders of the animal kingdom, our hearts brimming with the pure joy of discovery and a blooming friendship.

Seven years old- Grade Two

On this particular day, Ellie and I had been messing around in her backyard; that's all we did on the weekends at that age, you couldn't get us to go inside. We spent the morning entwined in daffodils and hyacinth that Joel has so tenderly nurtured, careful not to crush the dainty flowers beneath our wild flailing bodies.

We had the brilliant idea to paint rocks so we had been searching her yard for the perfect flat stones we had in mind. Ellie picked up a rock and immediately threw it back down, jumping away with a shriek.

This had piqued my curiosity (As well as Joels who sat on the back porch, watching us), I went over to where she stood petrified and found nothing more than a little snake staring up at her. I dropped the stones I had been carrying and bent over to get a better look at it, it was brown and had a few white vertical stripes cascading up its thin body.

I slowly moved my hand outwards to touch but was swiftly interrupted by Joel scooping me up "That's enough of that kiddo."

Nine years old- Grade Four

Joel's house garnered an expansive backyard and just past the old fence that Ellie and I had thrown one too many softballs at was a lush forest. I would always clamour up the wood fence and poke my little head over it to try and gather a glimpse of wildlife, Ellie usually had to give me a little boost. "Hold still!" She hissed with her arms wrapped around my torso to help lift me, my scrawny arms shook as I tried to pull myself up even further.

The wood rot of the ancient fence finally set in and with the both of us pressing our mighty weight against it collapsed with the fence. We heard the splitting of wood, I got the worst end of the stick, toppling over and putting my hands out to protect myself. I could've sworn that I heard my wrist break like a crunch.

While I did what felt like a three-sixty frontflip over the fence just for my small head to come down on the end of it with a solid smack, Ellie had just flopped on top of it, green eyes widening in shock when she saw my once straight arm now had an abnormal bump coming out from my wrist. "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I don't know I'm probably dying!" I screamed as loud as my voice could carry, that was the first time I had felt adrenaline run through my veins. "You killed me!"

"No, I didn't!" She retorted, scrambling off the fence and back up to her feet. She was clad in a Jurassic Park T-shirt that she practically was swimming in and those pink and orange plaid Bermuda shorts that any kid in the 2000s owned. "Dad!" Ellie yelled, calling for Joel.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and finally, I released the sob that had been building up in my throat. She was almost dumbstruck and just ended up kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She muttered.

10 years old- Grade Five

Ellie had been practicing guitar the entire time I was at her house, Joel had gifted her his old guitar and she was so set on perfecting every cord, every half-hour she would ask for a song recommendation and then flip through the songbook she got to find it.

I was curled up in her bed reading The Hunger Games over again "Els, are you team Peeta or Gale?" I was always at Ellie's house, mine was too busy all the time; I had three siblings, Naomi and Aaron who were twins and two years younger than me and my brother Elijah who was three years older than me. I loved going to her house on Saturdays so I could sleep in and wriggle my way out of going to church. Even though her house was right across the street from mine and my parents would bang on Joel's door, he always covered for me.

"Uh," She was distracted by something in her songbook "Team Katniss?"

I nod in approval to myself as she isn't paying attention "You know who Gale reminds me of?" I ask and without Ellie giving me a response I answer anyway "Luke, I think I kind of like him."

Those are the words that get her to look at me "Ew, he's so weird."

"He's nice to me."

She wrinkles her nose in distaste then shrugs, returning to her guitar which sits awardly in her scrawny frame.

12 years old- Grade Seven

"Fuck!" I yell, kicking the grimy green dumpster in the graffiti-covered ally out of anger, though I kicked it a little too hard now my foot hurts I refuse to admit it "Fuck I hate them!"

Ellie leans against the brick wall on the opposite side of the alley, our bikes discarded on the ground while I hopelessly rant to my friend about my parents. She doesn't say much, just little nods of agreement. My parents had caught me skipping church and they laid into me, saying that I had no respect for them or god and whether that was true or not didn't matter, I was full of pre-teen angst and needed to call my friend to go for a bike ride around town.

"She fucking tore my room apart, I never see them get mad at Aaron or Naomi!" I drag my hands down my face before I look back at the dumpster and kick it again "Ow, cunt!" I'm now hopping on one foot while my knee bends my other leg and I hold my beaten red Converse, covered in doodles, to soothe the pain of my poor toes. It's moments like this that remind me why I love Ellie, because as stupid as I look hobbling around and cussing, she doesn't laugh at me even though I know she wants to.

After a little bit of me aimlessly yelling I finally wind down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to remember those breathing exercises that we were taught at school assemblies. "Thanks for listening to me talk shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," She shrugs "I've seen you do worse."

This cracks a smile on my face, I turn my head and am met with the Jackson skyline, a beautiful pink sunset on the horizon "Sun's setting," I say.

"Sleepover?" Ellie asks.

"Sleepover," I confirm.

13 years old- Grade Eight

We were thirteen when our parents shoved cash into our hands and dropped us at the mall to go back to school shopping by ourselves for the first time. Every parent's nightmare was a busy mall so when they figured us old enough to venture into the dreaded foodcourt on our own, believed they were taking that opportunity.

Ellie had bought a couple of T-shirts and hoodies here and there, not too particular about what she was buying, though I was very nit-picky over what I wore so I forced Ellie to judge every single outfit that I wore and rate it, she gave the same answer every single time "It looks fine."

"Cool but I don't wanna look fine, I wanna look pretty," I say in frustration, walking back into the dressing room to try on another outfit. Ellie is sitting in the fitting room on a pink velvet couch, arms crossed and waiting for me to finish. "How's this?" I ask, walking out of the changing stall and giving her a little twirl.

"It looks fine- I mean good, everything looks good on you." She sounds almost exasperated. Ellie's hair was still that vibrant auburn colour that my mother was obsessed with, it had yet to fade out into a duller brown with age.

"Really?" I perk up just the slightest.

"Yeah, you look really pretty." She gives me a little nod of confirmation. I know that she's only saying that because she wants to go to the food court and get a cinnamon bun but I believe her anyway.

14 years old- Grade Nine

We were just nearing the end of the second half of our soccer game. It was the tournament and we were only a point away from placing first in the league, the thought of it had kept me up all week I was running off of Subway sandwiches and Gatorade.

Riley (the midfielder) swiftly passed the ball to me before she was surrounded by the other team's defence, I looked up to the clock and there were only seconds left in the match. I let my instincts take over, my parents forcing me into soccer since elementary school was not going to wind up useless. My footwork took me up the right wing just before the penalty box.

I wasn't paying enough attention to notice the tall blonde girl in a slick back ponytail closing in on me. I hear Ellie shout my name and that's all I need to make this last pass, I barely even looked up before power-driving the ball to Ellie who was merely six metres away from me. I slipped onto the muddied field with that kick, watching Ellie waste no time to score our final goal the second her cleat touched the ball.

The clock deadlocks and I drag myself off the ground running towards my best friend, I jump on her almost taking her down with me though she manages to steady herself. "I fucking love you!" I scream hugging her with all of the force I can muster. She hugs me in return, unable to get any words out between her laughs. The team is quick to swarm us, everyone is shouting about our well-deserved victory but not one person is louder than Joel in the stands.

15 years old- Grade Ten

Snow was falling as I stood in the foyer of the high school, still waiting for my date for the winter formal to arrive. Conner had asked me out weeks ago, we hadn't talked much since though I just figured that was because he was shy. I even left school early to get ready and spent hours meticulously pinning every hair into place and adjusting my navy blue satin dress so it would drape across my body in just the right way.

My sister, Naomi was an aspiring makeup artist so I let her dust my eyelids in silver glitter, I forced Warren to drive me. All of that was just for me to get stood up. Conner hadn't texted me all day, I knew he wasn't coming that didn't stop me from forcing denial on myself. "Hey," I heard a soft voice sound behind me, I wasn't surprised to see Ellie. Even though our parents were no longer friends, we were close as ever.

"Hi," My voice was hushed and feeble.

"The dance started an hour ago," She said, that night she had been wearing a white button-up with a pair of jeans and her hair half up. It was clear the dance wasn't as big a deal to her as it was to me. All she had done was ask Riley to go with her and call it a day. Despite her lack of effort, she looks beautiful as ever "I don't think he's coming," She said bluntly.

That's the exact moment I felt myself crack, tears welled up in my eyes and I lurched forward to hug her, flailing my arms helplessly to search for comfort "Then why did he ask me to go with him?" My sobs were drowned out by the sound of Kesha blasting in the overcrowded gym.

"I don't know, but he's an idiot for standing you up," Ellie holds me close and I never want her to let go "I wouldn't have ever done that to you."

16 years old- Grade Eleven

This is where things begin to fall apart. I found Ellie on the back porch of some random guy's house at a party. "I figured I would find you out here," I say, taking a seat next to her on the wooden steps, I hug my knees close to my chest.

"What's up?" Beside me, Ellie is unnervingly calm, she nurses a joint, taking a long hit and letting the smoke turn to clouds.

"Conner kissed me," I say cutting to the chase

I can tell she doesn't like the thought, she hated Conner, ever since he stood me up at the winter formal but she bites her tongue "You guys gonna date?"

"I think so."

"Good for you."

"I don't know if I liked it," My eyebrows are furrowed, and I pull my knees in even further, inhaling the crisp autumn air and the smell of Ellie, she smells like cannabis, firewood and bar soap.

"What do you mean?" Ellie puts out the end of her joint and tucks what remains of it into an empty Altoids container.

"Nothing," I dismiss it, "It doesn't matter, I just wanted to talk to you," Ellie had softened every burden for me since we were girls. "Um, so, my parents are sending me to boarding school next year."

"No, they're not-

"They are."

Ellie doesn't seem so calm anymore, she adjusts her body to face mine and she's so close I swear to god I could've counted every freckle on her face. "Why, what did you do?" The way she looks at me makes me wish that she was a boy.

"Nothing!" I retort "They think I'm straying from god, it's a Christian school." That was my code for 'they think I have a crush on you and I rather not get disowned by my super religious parents!'

"come stay with me and Joel-

"Ellie, please," I place a hand on her thigh "I don't think I can get away from this one."

That was at the end of September, it only got worse from there. I partially wished that I didn't tell Ellie that I had to leave, every time we hung out it just felt like words were hanging between us like birds on a wire and neither of us could say what we wanted. I forced myself to distance myself from her, I didn't know how else to handle my feelings.

She would blow up my phone and come by my house even visit my work but I just told her that I was busy. I could tell that she didn't believe my excuses for a second, she had English with my new boyfriend, Conner and would get him to relay messages and notes to me.

It didn't get easier to ignore her, my family prying about where she had been. I never told my parents that Ellie was gay, though I know they had always had a suspicion and that's why they could never love her all the way completely, the way Joel loved me and looked out for me. My mom and dad liked that I swapped out Ellie for Conner, by February, my dad even started to call him son.

In March Ellie and I had stopped talking completely, she gave up on texting me and coming by my house just for my siblings to lie about my whereabouts. It hurt to see the resentment gleam in her eye every time she passed me in the hallway.

She didn't speak a word to me until the start of the summer bonfire which was custom in our town. If I had known she would be there I never even would have thought about going. I rather not rehash this awful night, not right now just know that it ended with some alcohol, a bit of blood in the sand and me telling Ellie 'I would pick him over you every single time.' Yikes, that's not a good look for me. I spent the rest of my summer burying her in the back of my mind until boarding school finally came upon me and I graduated with friends I didn't like in a place that didn't feel like home.

I was sixteen then now I'm nineteen, no longer a girl but not yet a woman. Those were some key moments of our friendship. I'm not so sure why I felt so mature at the age of sixteen. I had taken a gap year and loved every minute of it, I backpacked in Australia, worked as a camp counsellor in the summer then left to work at a turtle conservatory in Bali, I was making pennies but the experience was worth it.

I arrived at my new home sunkissed with Ellie far in the back of my mind. I didn't know much about who I would be rooming with, I had only spoken to Dina over a Zoom call who was a friendly girl with warm eyes and ink-black hair spilling over her shoulders. I just prayed that none of them were Craigslist killers.

It took me entirely too long to find parking, when I finally did, I grabbed two of my suitcases, unable to hold anything else, the rest of the boxes jammed into my car would have to wait. I read over the text that Dina sent me what seemed to be a million times to make sure I had the right address. It was a small-ish one-story flat with brown walls that had white accents along corners and the doorway with a wood-panelled gable roof. As far as college housing went, I was happy. It looked like something I would've made in the Sims when I was a teenager.

I walk to the front door, the entrance is framed by intricately carved moulding, its details telling a story of craftsmanship and tradition. The wood, polished to a warm, inviting glow, exudes a sense of richness and history. I knocked on the door and heard a voice shouting that she would get it.

The door swings open and I'm met face to face with Dina "Hey!" She smiled "It's nice to meet you, I think you'll like it here," She held the door wide open, motioning for me to go in, and I obliged. "Let me give you a tour." Dina is clad in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt and her hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail.

The layout of the house seemed somewhat odd to me, there was a corridor straight ahead when you walked in, the first room was the laundry room and contained the washer and dryer with some hampers and shelves of detergent and laundry freshener. "This is the laundry room, we have a wash schedule along with a chore schedule so we will put you on that tonight," Dina told me, I just nodded politely in response feeling a little too awkward and out of place to say anything.

"Alright so this is the kitchen, there's a half bathroom beside it," She says, swinging her arms wide open for exaggeration I can see the chore chart hanging on the walls, it's written in chalk, and it is the laundry schedule. There are little laminated tags with each person's name on them, though I can't quite make out the names from where I am standing. The fridge is covered in postcards, magazine cutouts, polaroids, and bright magnets of papayas and flowers, I automatically assumed this was Dina despite not knowing the other roommates. The kitchen is open with no walls to hide it, the oven and dishwasher are built into counters against the walls as well as the sink which i spotless at the moment, there isn't a dining table but a kitchen island with stools. Past the island you can see the living room, there are two grey couches with decorative pillows and fuzzy throw blankets, a coffee table that looked handcrafted with care and of course a TV.

Have I mentioned there are plants everywhere? Like everywhere. "Okay, so," Dina keeps on moving and I trail behind with my suitcases, over there is my room and Cat's and Abby's," She points to the left of the living room where there is a short hallway with three doors, one on each wall of it. "There's Cat now," She waves at her roommate.

Cat is relatively tall, she has black hair that's tied into a bun, and she's wearing plaid pyjama pants and a black tank top, I can see her abundance of tattoos. She has one sleeve of laurel cascading up her arm and the other is patchwork done right, each separate piece blends almost seamlessly into the next. "I like your tattoos," I say, not wanting to sit in any more silence.

She grins at me "Thanks, love," I nod in response to her, Cat looks down at the suitcases that I'm lugging around "Dina, take this poor girl to her room already."

"I was just getting there," Dina teases and motions for me to follow her "So over here is the bathroom and of course your room, I left your copy of the house key on your mattress," She opens it up. The bedroom is completely blank aside from the boxed bedframe, shelf, vanity and mattress that I had to send over prior. There's a built-in closet in the wall.

I put my suitcases on the ground "I'm gonna grab the rest of my stuff from my car," I offer up a tight-lipped smile.

"Wait a second," She takes my hand and then knocks on the bedroom door parallel to mine. "I'm coming in!" Dina announces pushing the door open, there's a brunette girl hunched over her desk. My breath hitches in my throat when she turns around "This is Ellie."

I can see the panic that momentarily takes over Ellie when she spots me before it's replaced by a false coolness, "Hey," She says before turning back to her laptop and putting her headphones back on. It felt like my heart had shut down, why the fuck did I sign the lease?

"Sorry," Dina shuts Ellie's door "She's not the friendliest of the bunch but she'll warm up to you eventually," Dina walks to the front door with you Abby should be around here somewhere."

I had gotten so frustrated trying to set up my bed frame that I sheepishly left my room and asked for help, god bless Abby. She was putting everything together so easily, I watched her in awe as she finished adding the final screw to my bedframe. "Want help setting up the mattress?"

"Yes, please," I say, I grab one end of the mattress while Abby gets the other, she tells me to lift on three and I listen, she carries the majority of the weight but it still feels like an accomplishment on my part. "So does everyone here go to Northridge?"

"Yeah, except for Cat, she's a tattoo apprentice."

"Cool, cool," I search for words, "What are you majoring in?"

"Kinesiology," It makes sense, I could've called that by looking at the fit gym rat who was now sitting on my bed. "You?"

"Wildlife biology,"

"So you like animals and conservation and stuff?"

"Mhm," I nod "It's honestly kind of hard to not have any animals in my life." I was missing all my pets back home, when I wasn't with them I was working at a conservatory or at a summer camp where I took care of all of the horses, and Ellie's dog, Achilles.

"You'll get used to it, living with Dina is the same thing as living with an animal," She smiles and for the first time, I feel comfortable. Abby watching me with her blue eyes as I begin to unpack my abundance of boxes, I kind of just dump everything onto the ground because I can't remember which box has what, the first thing I search for are my coat hangers. I dump out a box with a bible, wall cross, and rosery and golden cross necklace from a box of random knickknacks. "You religious?"

"Kind of?" I question it myself "Not really, it's just my family, I packed that stuff to make my mom happy."

Abby nods "I get it."

"You do?"

She backtracks "No, but I can try to."

I shake my head, "I wouldn't try if I were you, I spent nineteen years trying to get away from it." I was sure other Christian homes were healthy but mine wasn't one of them, the way my parents obsessed over Jesus was honestly frightening.

"Hey, do you wanna come watch a movie when your done unpacking?" Abby asked, "Get to know your new roommates a little better."

I don't entirely want to, I wasn't ready to talk to Ellie. I still hadn't wrapped my head around the fact that I was living with her and that she was pretending she didn't know me, despite this, my words betrayed me "For sure."

I sat on one of the couches beside Abby, I made myself as small as I could, thinking that maybe I could make myself disappear. Cat and Ellie crammed themselves on the other while Dina took the plush armchair. I felt so out of place everyone here had relationships, I had one with Ellie before I severed it 'Grown Ups' was playing on the flatscreen though it seemed I was the only one paying attention.

The four girls all laughed and talked their way through the movie, Abby, Cat, and Dina would ask me a question here and there but I didn't know them well enough to pitch in. I kept telling myself that I needed to push through, if Spiderman could do it, so could I.

I didn't even finish the movie, halfway through I excused myself saying I was tired which wasn't necessarily a lie. It was difficult to fathom how well Ellie was playing it off, acting like she never met me. I walk into the bathroom, clean towel in hand, ready to scrub off the stress of today. Beside the mirror, I see a cardstock poster decorated with bright markers and doodles.

HOUSE RULES

#1 No underwear left in the bathroom

#2 Wash your dishes

#3 Break it? Tell Abby

#4 No smoking inside

#5 Privates are private!

#6 Pls don't drink and drive (We have a couch)

#7 Give your beloved roommates a heads up before having someone over

#8 This is a residence of women so the seat goes down!!!

#9 Respect the bedrooms

#10 Having sex? Keep it quiet

#11 NO DRAMA!!!!!!!!

#12 Follow chore and wash chart

#13 Don't eat what's not yours! (Without asking)

I finish reading the last bit and mutter to myself "Wasn't planning on it." I run the water so hot that it feels cold and I'm quick to not use all of the hot water and have my roommates hate me on my first night here. Everyone has their little drawers in the bathroom, mine is empty aside from some floss and cotton pads that the girl before me left behind. I make a mental note to make use of my bathroom drawer tomorrow and fill it with makeup remover or conditioner, or something like that.

Brushing my teeth and wrapping myself in a strawberry towel that I had purchased at a craft fair, I open the bathroom door, I can see the light of the TV and the sound of chatter from the living room. However, I ignore it and make a B-line to my bedroom. Even though I had spent hours unpacking and pinning up posters it still didn't seem homey.

I slip into shorts and a t-shirt, leaving my hair as is and throw myself onto my bed. My towel is discarded onto my bathroom floor. When I turn on my phone I am bombarded my messages from my parents, my mother has probably sent me twelve Google pins to the closest churches, I answer her with a thumb-up emoji and settle into my bed to scroll through social media and see how much fun all of my friends are having.

Fucking Ellie. She's plaguing my thoughts, I think of what I said to her and it makes me cringe, I want to smother myself with my satin pillow. I don't even have food to eat, grocery shopping wasn't something that I put on my priority list and right about now I was but Ellie, god, why was I such a dick? Because I didn't know what else to do- whatever, I was a scared teenager. What would you have done? Probably kiss her you lesbo.

Lord, it makes me sick to think about what could've been.

15 years old- Grade Ten

Ellie and I were sitting at a fire pit at her uncle Tommy's lake house. It was a Fourth of July party except we were the only teenagers there; everyone else was friends of Tommy and Maria or some distant relatives of Ellie's or children of said people.

After five years of practicing day and night, Ellie had just about mastered the acoustic guitar, she played and I sang, wrapped up in her flannel, I was tucked close next to her.

She struck every cord perfectly and I began to sing absentmindedly, the song that had been carved into my brain. Ellie looked so insanely beautiful illuminated only by fire and the stars that hung in the sky, if it hadn't been a sin I would've kissed her.

Talking to her felt as holy as praying to god but I knew it was as sinful as worshipping the devil.

If it was so wrong why was I born in God's image?

Her gentle hand strummed on the chords of the guitar, the same calloused hand that had once turned water into wine. Her laughter was the sound of a church choir

I wish I told her how much I liked her but what would've happened if I did? What would my parents think, they would kill me.

Part of me didn't care how my parents would react, if I spoke up, I could say goodbye to my inheritance and having college paid for. Maybe that was an unfair assumption to make on my part. Ugh. FUCK, I don't know, let's get to the next part of the story.

I couldn't sleep that night, I thought maybe a glass of water would soothe me, well I didn't really think that but I was hungry and thirsty and water was the only thing in that house I had the right to ingest. I figured that I could fill myself with water and zip to Denny's in the morning then grab some groceries.

Poking my head out of my door, I checked to see if anyone was still awake before gingerly taking hushed steps towards the kitchen, I was trying to be as light as Thumbelina. I hadn't noticed Ellie bumming on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

"You cooking all of that non-existent food you brought?" She jeered. Oh, now she wanted to talk to me.

"I was gonna have some warm water soup for dinner and chew on pistachio shells from the cup holder in my car for dessert," I answer "I'm treating myself tonight." She didn't think it was funny at all, a few years ago she would've been cackling at my subpar joke, but now she just seemed unamused. "Sheesh, tough crowd."

She stays silent.

"You used to think I was funny," I say.

"I also used to think the tooth fairy was real."

"Harsh," I mutter. Turning the tap on and sticking a finger underneath it to test the temperature. I put my hummingbird mug underneath it and let it fill. "Hey, Ellie," She doesn't answer "Have you told them any bad things about me?"

She nearly scoffs "No, believe it or not, I don't talk about you, I don't even think about you," There's venom in her voice "You haven't crossed my mind since you walked through that door."

"Why are you pretending you don't know me-

"Because I don't fucking like you," She says it like it's so obvious and it honestly is in this moment "Just because you're pretty and you act like a sweet little Christain girl, that doesn't mean shit."

"I'm not trying to act like anything-

"Yeah, well it seems pretty insincere to me," Ellie seethed and I could feel a sting in my heart, I would do some pretty horrendous things for a time machine right about now. I can tell that there won't be any salvaging for this, she hates me to death and rightfully so.

This is where I give up "Okay, sorry," I grab my hummingbird mug and retreat to my room.

I endured four months of that.

Ellie was pushed to the back of my mind while I ran through classes and got a job as a waitress at a stake house. I did everything in my power to keep myself busy, to keep her out of my head but she was always there, she hung around like a song I can't shake, like I'm haunted by the melody.

Some nights when the city decides to quiet down I can hear her play guitar, and I'll quietly hum along to it. Songs she used to sing for me, she now sings for another woman, another soul. I knew that she had girls over, but I never got to meet them as Ellie did everything in her power to pretend I didn't exist.

The only communication I got with her was in the roommate's group chat, and it was always brief.

Ellie: Having a friend over tomorrow night

D-manz: Friend? With benefits??????????

Kit-Cat: Nah they're hardly even friends, just benefits

Abs: Don't get her pregnant

Me: 👍

As long as I was with the girls, Ellie was not. She avoided me like the plague, it was like she despised my existence. If we go clubbing, she takes a separate taxi, petty if you ask me. The girls knew something happened between us but they couldn't pinpoint what it was. It was Dina's conspiracy that Ellie used to date one of my friends and broke her heart. While I bonded with Cat, Dina, and Abby, Ellie would pretend to like me. She would occasionally laugh at my jokes or ask how my shift was when Dina was in the room.

Trust me when I say I would rather forget than dwell on it but it was impossible. I know that I'm nothing more than an obstacle to her, a stain on her bedsheets, a sore in her mouth, but she was still my diamond in the rough. I will willingly ignore all of her cutthroat words and her jagged edges.

Because I know everything about us.

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Atsumu Miya x reader

Match point (Summary: Seven years ago you moved to the Hyōgo prefecture, met two demon twins, and regretted every decision you made since. Osamu and Atsumu aren’t going away no matter how much you beg. Maybe, giving in and being their manager will finally shut them up….)

so... what do you say(After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar?)

Don't Miss Me (you, not big on relationships? who would��ve thought, besides everyone who’s ever met you. for years, your friends have always seen how commitment-phobic you are, and it’s bled into every relationship you’ve had. and once you meet college volleyball player, atsumu miya, it becomes very hard to stick to these morals. especially when all the two of you do is sarcastically flirt. however, just maybe, he’ll get through to you and become your shooting sta)

How to fall in love (summary : maybe trying to get your crush, Miya Osamu, who you’ve been crushing on ever since first year to fall in love with you wasn’t exactly the smartest plan… especially if Miya Atsumu was behind it all.)

all i want for christmas (Rumi Miya has only ever wanted one thing for as long as she could remember. A Mother. Being the child of Atsumu Miya has made her dream nearly impossible with all the fake women trying to snatch her papa up)

osamu miya x reader

plug walk (in honor of your friends birthday your friends and you all decided to get high. buying the drugs from no other than osamu miya. the most attractive dealer you’ve ever laid eyes on.)

were good(are we)(Osamu is getting married, and he’s fine with it, until he isn’t, and the first thing he does when leaving the venue is hiding and getting drunk. Naturally, nothing good can come out of this.)

Ukai X reader

Coincidence? Let’s Hope It Is (The way it all started was by stealing a bunch of tomatoes, everything down spiraled from there.)

Suna Rintarō x reader

when world colide Synopsis: In which, Sakusa Kiyoomi’s sister, Y/n accidentally hits her childhood friend’s teammate with a softball when their batter missed her pitch. Will this miss lead to something more? or will just end with goodbyes?

Interact (Suna Rintarou, number #10 middle blocker on Inarizaki’s volleyball team, finds a semi-popular tiktok account, and is immediately attracted to the girl. But what he isn’t aware of, is how that girl goes to his school and he could’ve passed her atleast once in the halls.)

You’re everything (Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game)

Still(an awkward dinner brings y/n and her high school ex, suna rintarou, back together as friends. just friends, right?)

meet me in the hallway summary: oikawa tooru was a member of one of the most known boy-bands in all japan, ‘seijoh club’. but then, he wasn’t part of it anymore. why? no one knew one thing is for sure though, when suna rintaro and (l/n) (y/n) were looking for a lead singer for their band, they never thought the oikawa tooru would be interested in joining them.

club stupid SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

swipe left summary: where suna and y/n both coincidentally at the same time makes a bet. both of which relates to them having a date, where’s a better place to find that someone than a dating app online?

instant boyfriend summary: Y/N has always been known for being shameless, single, and eccentric. when her friend, oikawa, discovers an app for finding a boyfriend, it seemed as if all her problems vanished—but here's the gist; her boyfriend is a robot? yet human at the same time? kinda?

INDIRECTS summary : in which you & suna rintarō are table partners, now turned best friends, who are desperate for something more between each other & are cluelessly making indirect posts about each other without even knowing.

harts cut (when Karasuno and Inarizaki hospitals are forced to merge, Karasuno’s fifth year residents are the least happy for it to happen. If it was only the merger though, you thought)

match maker (Y/N L/N an overworked chief secretary who has no time for relationships or anything of the sort nowadays. But, when she’s met with her best friend downloading an app for just the thing she doesn't have time for. She grieves, matchmaking was already a scam, what’s the point of finding love anyways?)

love is not for everyone (after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?)

reconecting (you meet tons of people during your lifetime, most will come and go, but one person seemed to make an impact—only to leave your life out of the blue. but you believed that if they aren’t dead yet, you’ll always meet them again. no matter the circumstances.)

Lovers rock(When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.)

I wanna be yours(Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.)

Affairs in Managing (Inarizaki is in need of a manager and luckily, someone rose up to the challenge. It is said that they are unpredictable, but there’s something unexpected that happens.)

AS IF (what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way)

Kenma x reader

Love is hard for a gamer(When a rumor spreads saying that Kozume Kenma rejected a girl, all of his friends start marking fun of him; implying that he will never have a girlfriend if he keeps playing games. To prove his friends wrong, Kozume and y/n —the manager of the volleyball team—, start pretending that they are dating. But when one of them catches feelings… What will happen to their friendship?)

Chose unlimited (kenma kozume is a successful streamer and youtuber who honestly prefers his alone time but when you crash into his life, literally, will he end up falling for you?)

Mute(𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: enroute to being a neurosurgeon, y/n l/n doesn’t have time for fun, let alone dating. after her friends set her up on a blind date gone wrong, she comes face 2 face with none other than her date’s best friend. her world flips on axis, and suddenly she has no idea how her brain works, or love-at-first-sight)

whats a ibff (Y/N is a shy youtube gamer from Fukuoka who becomes friends with a group of youtubers from Tokyo that she met online. Kenma is a youtube gamer and twitch streamer from Tokyo who happens to be friends with one of Y/N’s internet friends. The two meet online through their mutual friend.)

Mincraft bed(truthfully despite playing minecraft everyday all day, you had never played bedwars. not because it wasn’t interesting but because you were terrible at competitive games, of course shoyo didn’t know that upon asking you to play. but i mean can you really be mad at shoyo when it lead you to him?)

「 sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘɪᴇ 」 (❝ Yn owner of a rising bakery cafe. One day a pudding head boy enter with his close friend looking for an apple pie. What will their future bring them when they keep meeting? ❞)

network love (this ones sad)(for Y/N, working for Bouncing Ball Corp. has been amazing. the salary is high, her co-workers are all genuinely kind and fun to hangout with, and lastly, her boss is hot as fuck. everything’s been good until she accidentally sends the wrong file—a file filled with her impromptu lingerie shoot.)

digging straight down (AFTER BREAKING the number one minecraft rule who knew you’d be pining after the one guy who made fun of you for it)

online friend(Y/N L/N is an anonymous gamer by the name of Sage that resides outside of Japan. While playing one day, they become friends with Kenma which leads to being dragged into his rambunctious friend group. With interactions becoming more frequent, Y/N is faced with decision of trusting their new friends and the conflicts of living miles away.)

fix it(You’re a second year at Nekoma with a burning passion to fix whatever is broken and finding out why it’s broken. One day, Kenma accidentally breaks his switch and needs help fixing it. One broken item that needs fixing is what you do best, so you help Kenma out. What else needs fixing?)

three step plane (With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?)

blind date ( as a youtuber, you see it as your job to be kind to everyone like you on the platform. however, one by the name of kodzuken continously pushes your buttons and has now been labeled your archenemy. but, what happens when the person your friends set you up on a date with, turns out to be the man who’s impartial attitude makes you want to rip your hair out?)

MY FAVORITE delete me from your contacts (Being a girl gamer has never been easy especially on a male dominated platform like twitch. Deemed as a mere e-thot by the masses, you never let the petty hate get to you. That was until the famous streamer, kodzuken, decided to call you another lazy, gamer wannabe. )

mr hotshot ceo (y/n is an outgoing and bubbly girl who just landed a job as a secretary for bouncing ball corp. kenma kozume, ceo of bouncing ball corp, works secretly as a gaming youtuber and streamer under the name kodzuken. after a miscommunication and y/n learns the truth about kenma both their worlds collide. what does fate have in store for these two?)

your voice (when kenma kozume met (y/n), he saw you as someone who was far different than him, but as he got to know you better, he was beginning to think that he actually has a chance. or maybe not?)

friends with benefits ()

thanks alot cupid (the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr)

Beta tester (Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka)

Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

i lysol you(the miya twins younger sister leaves for tokyo in order to join the junoir national gymnastics team while also studying at itachiyama institute )

heart on the ice (It’s the perfect start to your debut senior figure skating season, until it’s not. A minor run in with Sakusa Kiyoomi has you in hot water in the figure skating world, and the only solution is to pair with the Ice Prince himself and skate in pairs. Sparks will fly as you constantly butt heads with Sakusa, and you see your season melt away. Can you save your season before it’s too late? Or will Sakusa ruin any chance you have of becoming a Senior World Champion?)

Tempura (Yoomi Yum is a five star restaurant that has received nothing but positive reviews. It’s spotless clean, the service is great, the food is amazing! Owner and head chef Sakusa is proud of his restaurant, so when he received a bad rating from YN LN, a well-known food critic, he was shocked. Now he’s determined to change her mind using social media and his talent.)

It was never meant to be easy (y/n is Bokuto’s childhood friend who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. what happens when she crosses paths with someone who is very much the opposite of her? will they match or will it be easier to walk away? )

Sold out (Summary: Sakusa didn’t noticed that he ran out of masks. He immediately went to his favorite and only drug store to purchase a box, but when he asked for some, they told him that someone bought all the masks. He wanted to ask about who the culprit is so he can email them for being inconsiderate, what he didn’t know was that the said person rans a science channel with their friend)

caramel frap (in which sakusa kiyoomi tries not to fall in love with the girl who spilled her favorite drink on him; or sakusa being your breakfast buddy until you realize your feelings and eat together for every meal)

Secrets(Y/N L/N is the new manager of the MSBY Black Jackels volleyball team. With learning to deal and adapt to the many differing personalities, the team may discover that they have a secret of their own.)

why try (smau in which y/n’s sister and sakusa’s brother are set up with an arranged marriage and both y/n and sakusa being sworn enemies, desperately try to cut off this marriage, but during their attempt—both families and friends learn a little something about them)

lost bet ([y/n] has just lost a bet to one of her best friends, Kuroo. The deal was the loser had to do something chosen by the winner. What will Nekoma’s captain choose? But, why?)

figer it out (Sakusa Kiyoomi tended to avoid a number of things: germs, crowds, his teammates, and interviews. He preferred his life out of the limelight. When rumors spring up about his love life, keeping his fiancée a secret becomes a whole lot harder.)

i am the father (You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.That was your plan.You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.)

tsukishima x reader

Doodles(Kuroo Y/n was finally moving onto University, happy to be attending the same on as her brother and that it was so close to all her other friends Universitys. What she didn’t expect was for her brother’s poor attempts to set her up with one Tsukishima Kei.)

Dorm buddies (you’re in need of a new dorm buddy because your current roommate sucks and tsukishima kei might just be the perfect candidate.)

Salty daddy (You decided to call your relationship over to focus on your career only to realize you were pregnant. About to tell him the good news and fix broken ties, you saw Tsukishima with another girl, unexpectedly happy despite your break up Leaving him was your choice. Surely it was challenging to raise a kid on your own. And when your boss gave you a promotion, you grabbed the opportunity Things were getting better, only to realize your job is being an accountant on the museum where Tsukishima is working. In addition to this, your son won’t stop saying ‘papa’ upon seeing his father’s pictures. )

Drums+acohal≠love(y/n who works as a bartender in a small bar in tokyo met a man who has been coming in for 3 days, what will happen if their life entangle with eachother? will they be lovers or will their relationship be just a one night stand?)

5000 miles away(you moved to America when you were ten years old. every year you visit Japan for a short while and at the eighth year, you meet the son of your parents’ old college friends, Tsukishima Kei. )

Oh my god they were roommates(when tsukishima’s best friend yamaguchi moves out of his way too expensive apartment, tsukki finds himself in need of a new roomie. when he replies to your tweet, he expects a quiet girl who keeps to herself but instead he gets you. will you be able to break down tsukishima’s walls or will you be forced to stand on the outside, looking in?)

make mistakes (after your soulmate first heard your music he dreaded the day youd meet, on the other hand you dreamed of the day youd finally meet them. surely the universe doesnt make mistakes when matching up soulmates… right?)

number neigbor (IN WHICH you’re bored out of your mind one night and upon scrolling through twitter, you’ve come across hilarious interactions with people’s number neighbors. Curious on what the hype was all about, you end up texting your number neighbor. Completely expecting some random middle aged stranger, you’ve actually come across a cute guy that’s your age and lives in the same city. The only downside is that he possibly hates your guts)

bread talks (when your mother tells you to deliver some leftover bread to the young man living above your family bake shop, you never expect to make a complete fool out of yourself. but things happen, and maybe, some small accidents were actually meant to be— just not in the way you expected.)

are you worth it (don’t get tsukishima wrong–he wasn’t extremely fond of anyone that wasn’t yamaguchi, even so, yamaguchi could be a pain. so nonetheless, he has his suspicions about sugawara’s little-first-year cousin, no matter how cute she is.)

kia (At a young age your parents dropped you off at your cousin’s house and left for business. Your cousin being Tadashi Yamaguchi. You two grew closer than ever from the time you were there. At the age of 10 you were sent back home to your parents and moved schools. Then at 15, you enrolled at Karasuno High, reuniting with your childhood friend and meeting some new ones.)

hate to love you (you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi have been friends ever since you were all seated next to each other in high school. So when some dude at your school starts to bug you by constantly asking you out and not understanding the word NO, they were the first people you told. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi help to plot a way to keep this creep away from you.)

play date (kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.)

love is time(Amidst the turbulence of new adolescence and figuring out their path in life, nude model Y/N L/N somehow gets caught up in the drama of Tsukishima Kei's life. Although they're at each other's throats, the two both know when life throws you a curveball sometimes you've just got to roll with the punches. They've got plenty to learn from each other, willingly or not. Besides, they'll fall in love in time.)

It’s nothing special (The life of a singer is not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, there is the fame and the fortune but what no one ever talks about is what happens behind the scenes or rather, behind the screens.)

kuroo x reader

serotnin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)

Gamer girl(summary: y/n and her four friends are known as one of the most chaotic squads in youtube gaming history. even more chaos ensues when another squad joins in and streams with them.)

operation sweetheart (y/n l/n has been dating kuroo tetsurou for a year, but will a training camp that brings the pair back together actually tear them apart?)

A MODERN LOVE STORY (in which Y/N is a college student and youtuber just trying to enjoy life with her friends, and Kuroo is a part time model and full time suffering stem major trying to get by.)

Serotonin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)

Runaway Hearts Running, a perfect way to clear the mind and to get a good exercise in. Kuroo loves running in the early morning. But every morning he sees you on his route. And everytime the two of you compete to see who’s faster. Hearts are pounding and now it’s time to see who reaches the finish line first.

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Frienemims(Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)

akaashi x fem reader smau (Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)

Count on Me Masterlist (Practice. Study. Prepare. Gigs. The band members of 3G are slowly getting a bigger and bigger fan base. In order to stay connected to their followers, they created social media accounts for their band but soon realized that they either sound really stupid or really serious. They weren’t sure if they could promote their music. That is until one of their friends managed to get them a marketing manager from the marketing department. Now YN, the new marketing manager, and Akaashi, the bassist, must work together to make the band grow. Can they count on each other?)

song for you (celeb! au. singer akaashi keiji isn’t too keen on relationships. when up and coming artist y/n moves into the apartment below him, will she be able to change that?)

jane austen and redbull(You’re desperately trying to juggle classes, teaching, and your dumb friends as you navigate grad school. When the opportunity of a lifetime pops up - a contract professorship that could change your career in academia - you and a co-teaching assistant go head to head for the position. He’s cold and calculated and definitely doesn’t respect your intelligence, but he’s also undeniably smart and, well frankly, hot)

Toru Oikawa x reader

Hit Me Up, Buttercup!(You are just stalking your favorite volleyball player, Oikaw Tohru, in his most active social media as usual when you finally got him to notice you. No one expected him to hit you up, buttercup!)

He loves me he loves me not (You’re Karasuno’s first-year manager, someone everyone thought would end up with Tobio because childhood friends win, right? Of course Oikawa would want to wrap you around his pretty finger the moment he knows that. Are his intentions pure and genuine? Of course not. Will you end up hurt? Most likely, though not for the reason you think. )

Hit it till it Barack’s (Y/n, 3rd year manager of the Karasuno Volley Ball Team along with Kiyoko, Very good manager but needs a little hyping up from her boys sometimes. She loves to bake and cook for the team, earning her the title of team mom. She gets all hyped up for the Aoba Johsai and Karasuno match, but when the worst happens, her least favorite player Tooru Oikawa hits her in the face with one of his powerful jump serves. How will this play out?)

Nonsense (you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all)

Like this (it wasn’t supposed to go like this. you weren’t supposed to meet your boyfriend’s best friend, only for his best friend to end up being your ex boyfriend. it was not supposed to go like this. )

so far but connected (A phone that connects to another universe created by Sora Kato, a student from UA Class 1-H, but it was turned down because ‘it was useless’. It’s not like you’re going to end the villains with just a single call from another universe. He spent months creating it for only to be laughed at by his classmates. But when a student from Class 1-A heard about the gadget they immediately went and purchased it from Kato.)

dont hate the player (The most popular female gamer on YouTube. Debatably the most popular volleyball player alive. A bad breakup sent you packing to Argentina for new perspective. Who knew the new perspective had a witty personality and beautiful eyes? Tooru only sees a broken girl whose heart he wants to mend — his goal is to be the best neighbor possible... and maybe a little something more)

may we meet agian(when she was studying in Kitagawa Daiichi’s middle school, yn met Oikawa Tooru. She fell in love with him but things didn’t went well. Years later, as she is in the same high school than him, they meet again.)

Take Care — An Oikawa Toru SMAU (Oikawa Toru is dedicated to volleyball, above all else. Even his health. Kyotani Y/N might put up a rather aggressive front, but they can’t stand to see their friends repeatedly hurt themselves. Can a friendship last between them, will something more come from the obvious sexual tension and care, or is everything going to fall apart because Oikawa can’t listen to the two people who care most about him?)

kageyama tobio x reader

Eagal Eyes (in which you, the younger sister of ushijima wakatoshi, decide to put on a children’s volleyball camp at shiratorizawa and meet kageyama tobio, who steals your heart, despite the warnings of your older brother.)

On repeat (in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat )

BOKUTO KOUTARO x Reader

stranger danger (Famous Pro-volleyball Player and Bachelor extraordinaire. Not by choice, but mostly by circumstance. All Bokuto wants is to find someone to do cute couples costumes with, watch scary movies with, and snuggle. He’d also like to FINALLY pull one over on Atsumu and Kuroo considering they win the couples costume contest every damn year.)

love is war(Sports Psychology major Bokuto never understood the rivalry between the Sport Psychology majors and the Biochemistry majors. There was some sort of unspoken rule between them. YN, the Biochemistry major, didn’t understand what the big deal was either. By chance, the two rivals exchanged numbers during a study group and hit it off. Little do they know that there’s obstacles in their way. Love is war.)

it started witha praty(Y/N is the manager of Nekoma, friends with all the boys, ecspecially Kenma. After a late night party on her walk home Y/N discovers a teen passed out on the side of the road she couldn’t just leave him there. Who knows what he’s going to do next.)

a matter of vollyball (y/n was the best female volleyball player of all Japan and the setter of the star school, Shiratorizawa. Despite being the pride and joy of her school and family, she had lost her passion for playing. Winning was everything to her, even if she didn’t show emotion when her team scored a point. Alongside her teammate Tsukasa Emiko, and the infamous Shiratorizawa players Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendō Satori, she’ll go to Tokyo for Nationals, where they meet the crazy and cheerful, Bokuto Kōtarō.)

adore you(After a fair share of bad breakups, Y/n L/n had enough of relationships. Until she’s paired up with Koutarou Bokuto, for a group project, sadly, all he wants to do is adore her instead of work)

if this is it (The Tsukishima brothers are considered, by all standards, good. But their sister Y/N has always been exceptional. A second year with a budding figure skating career and a boyfriend who just so happens to be one of Japan’s top five spikers, Y/N is living the dream. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything apparently.)

Noya x reader

Find Forever (After your mom gets a new job your forced to leave all of your friends at Nekoma High and start over at Karasuno High. The only good thing about it is your childhood best friend Hinata will be there. After being convinced by your best friend you decided to join to girls volleyball club as their libero. One day while you two are practicing receives in the gym a boy comes in and starts complimenting you and starts asking you lots of questions. Your startled and leave in a rush leaving the two boys looking at each other in confusion. Hinata explains how shy you are and later takes it upon himself to introduce you guys properly and soon after a beautiful relationship blossoms.)

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cupidbedsy · 2 months ago

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☼ worth the risk ; walking on sunshine

➪ summary: luke wants to ice skate with phi for christmas, but she's nervous about getting an injury

➪ warnings: none... i think !

➪ word count: 0.7k

➪ cupid's notes: no notes! simply enjoy :)

“Lu, I’m not so sure about this.”

“C’mon, sunshine. This has been on my bucket list since I found out I was getting called up.”

“Skating with me? Baby we’ve skated together before.” Ophelia looked down at Luke, who was kneeling in front of her, tying skates onto her feet.

“Not just skating, you idiot. Skating here, in front of the Tree.”

Ophelia’s gaze wandered over to where the Rockefeller Tree sat, in all 74 feet of its glory. Her eyes seemed to focus on every single light it was adorning before she looked back down at her boyfriend, “M’just nervous. You know what coach would say if she found out.”

“Well, it’s a good thing she won’t.” He patted her thigh, standing up and holding his hands out for her. She slid her hands into his, using them as she got up from the bench, leaning her head against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, one hand playing with her hair and the other across the small of her back. He kissed her temple, murmuring against her hair, “I would never let you fall, you know that.”

She blushed and nodded, grateful for the cold that surrounded them which already made her cheeks pinkier than normal. She used Luke’s hand as a guide as they stepped onto the ice, mind racing with thoughts about how horrible this idea was. Coach would surely kill her if she found out that she got injured going ice skating, especially if she knew that she had thought it was a bad idea and did it anyway.

The thought scared her more than she liked to admit, tightening her grip on his hand even as she fell into the rhythm of skating. Luke looked at her, pride shining in his eyes as she was skating on her own, barely needing him as support.

They skated around the outside of the rink, Luke playfully shoving her in the slightest bit, sending shockwaves of fear through her before she shoved him back, which only resulted in him laughing.

“You know, you’d be a shit hockey player.”

“And you’d be a shit softball player, I think we can call this argument even.”

He grinned, simply spinning her into his arms as they came to stop just short of the exit. Ophelia’s cheeks were still just as flushed as they were before, pink dusting her cheeks and her nose turning red. He wrapped his hand around both of hers, letting them rest between their chests.

She took a deep breath, staring up at him, unable to look away. This would mark their first Christmas as a couple. Sure they had spent plenty of Christmases together since they first met, but this was different, of course it was. She wasn’t sure what he had in store for the two of them when she first flew out to New Jersey, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Luke leaned in, kissing her softly, as they were passed by by a multitude of people who were for sure giving them looks for just stopping in the way of their paths, but neither of them could find it in them to care. She thought this was worth the risk of her injury, if it meant staying like this with him for a little while longer.

When Ophelia pulled away, her forehead rested against his, a shy grin making its way onto her face as she noticed the tips of Luke’s ears turning pink from the cold. Luke smiled back at her, pulling her along to the exit and sitting her down on the bench, repeating his actions that he did before; bending down and untying her skates, placing them beside her as he did the same with his own.

“What’s next on your itinerary, Luke Warren Hughes.”

She giggled at his groan, walking down the street as she cuddled closely into his side. He gave her a soft glare, “What’s with the middle name?”

“Nothing, just like to annoy you.”

“Well in that case, I guess you won’t be getting any hot chocolate.”

“What-” She was quick to pout at his word, protesting softly, “Noooo. I want hot chocolate.”

“Gotta make it up to me sunshine,” he tapped his cheek, looking down at her expectantly.

“Ass.” She muttered, but leaned up to kiss his cheek anyway.

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apomaro-mellow · 2 months ago

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Love a good rockstar eddie, how about rockstar au for the bingo?

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Rockstar AU

"You're on in five!"

Eddie smiled at himself in the mirror, looking himself over one final time. It was one TV appearance out of many. But this one was special to him. Once the last check on his makeup was done, he was led to the wings of the stage, waiting to be called on. He could feel the audience's buzz come to a crescendo as the host of the show came out and welcomed everyone.

Late night talk show hosts seemed a dime a dozen to Eddie. They all asked the same questions and the audience clapped at their lame jokes and Eddie felt like he was reading off a script the entire time. He kind of was, given that they obviously had to rehearse and screen the questions beforehand. But this host was different.

"Alright, let's give a big hand to our guest for tonight! Eddie Munson!"

Eddie walked out, both hands in the air as he waved to the studio audience as they roared for him. But once he turned to greet the host, he knew he wouldn't be looking anywhere else for the rest of this recording. Eddie usually gave handshakes to people he was meeting, as most did. Sometimes the ladies got a bow. And Eddie had reined himself in and done that the first time he met this host.

But now, for all the world to see, he took the man's hand, gave him a deep bow, and kissed the back of his hand. There were squeals in the audience, but Eddie swore he could hear an intake of breath from the man before him. Then, just as smooth as anything, they both found their seats, one behind a desk and one on a couch.

Steve Harrington. Dressed in a navy suit that made his skin seem like gold. To say Eddie was obsessed was an understatement. He'd seen a video that went viral two years ago, of Steve interviewing a young child actress. She was eight and they spent the interview coloring on his desk. Eddie knew he wanted to meet him then. But there was getting in the studio, shooting music videos, convincing his uncle to leave the trailer and move into the house he deserved to own, and of course, other interviews.

But through all that time, Eddie hardly missed an episode of Steve's show. It was the first time he’d ever paid more attention to the host than the person being interviewed. Didn’t matter who it was or how little Eddie cared about their career. It was all to see Steve’s bright smile, sparkling eyes, to hear his laugh and the little inflections in his voice. And now it was all directed at him.

They started with the softball questions of course, how his new album was going, if he had any hopes for the new year, how he spent the holidays. Eddie answered, enjoying talking with him but then he saw a glint in Steve’s eye.

“So you know we couldn’t have a musician on here without having them play a little song for us.”

“Ah, of course”, Eddie grinned, figuring they’d want a little sample of the new single as a guitar was brought out for him. But he should have known it wasn’t that straightforward as Steve brought out another guitar from under his desk and strapped it to himself.

Eddie raised a brow as he watched Steve tune his. Then Steve was looking at him again, smiling before he strummed a simple tune, one that started off soft but then got foreboding.

“~Lions, and tigers, and bears bring woe~ What animal is your natural foe~?”

Eddie beamed and got ready to rip into it. Admitting he was scared of ducks wasn’t entirely ideal. But he figured the audience would get a kick out of it. Besides, he was hoping that if he played his cards right (and this interview/jam session) he’d be leaving with Steve’s number.

@steddiebingo

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#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #steddiebingo2025

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rainbow-rebellion · 1 month ago

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Had an idea for a bechloe AU based on the movie Blended. If you’ve seen the movie, Chloe would play Drew Barrymore’s role - the divorced mom balancing her career, raising two energetic sons, and sharing custody with her loser ex-husband. Beca would play Adam Sandler’s role - the widowed parent struggling to raise three girls, including a teenager trying to figure out who she wants to be. Canon would dictate that she was previously married to Jesse, but I like the idea of her being more the “dad/husband” in the relationship and being with someone who was more feminine and nurturing than her - so I might sacrifice Emily for the sake of the story (sorry, but sometimes we have to do sad things). It also works because a major plot point is Beca learning to move on and love again while still honoring her late wife’s legacy (a callback to Emily’s nickname in the films).

Chloe’s best friend and business partner is of course Aubrey, who is secretly dating Stacie - who also happens to be Beca’s boss at Conrad’s Sporting Goods. Beca is still musically talented - her and Emily met through music - but she hasn’t been able to bring herself to make a mix since her wife died. (She’s also a former softball player, so managing a Sporting Goods store made sense.) So when they are forced together on the African vacation, Beca never expects to hear Chloe sing, or that it would make her feel things she never thought she’d feel again.

Of course other PP characters would be sprinkled throughout, I’m thinking Fat Amy as Beca’s coworker, maybe Cynthia Rose and her wife as the overly affectionate couple that ends up sitting at the table with Beca and Chloe’s families at the resort.

Has a Blended AU been done yet? And would anyone actually be interested in reading it? (If I ever eventually do write it)

#bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey posen #stacie conrad #emily junk #pitch perfect #pitch perfect au #blended au

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steviewashere · 10 months ago

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hello!! steddie and 38 for the kiss prompt?? 💕

Hey, hey! <3 As a heads up, you might hate me for this. Everybody might hate me for this, lol. But here we go <3

Number 38: "Because they're running out of time."

CW: Eddie Munson Nearly Dies Here Tags: Season 4, Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends Steddie, Friends to Strangers to Friends?, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confession, Near Death

🕰️—————🕰️ When they structured the plan to go back into the Upside Down, Nancy had suggested that Eddie and Dustin team up for the demobats. Now, Steve loves Nancy—not in that way—but he thought that that was one of the dumbest things he’d ever heard come from her mouth. And she’s incredibly intelligent, like mad scientist level intelligent, surpassing everybody on this earth kind of intelligent.

“Dustin should go with Lucas and Max,” he argued, “and I’ll stay with Eddie.”

The room had fallen silent. Until, Robin piped up, “But we’re going to need your pitching arm, Steve. That—We need somebody to throw the molotov cocktails.”

He scoffed. “No, you don’t. Robs, you used to play softball before getting on the soccer team. You two will be perfectly fine without me. And, besides, if things go haywire—Abort. Walkie on your channel, and we’ll fucking take our losses and replan all this bullshit.”

While the room had erupted into an intense argumentative cadence, Steve held his ground. Looked to Eddie. To his panicked eyes that had not once calmed since they met—again.

Steve knew what he was getting into when they found Eddie. They hadn’t been friendly and sweet on each other since middle school. Since being little kids, but that didn’t mean Steve wouldn’t at least try again. That he wouldn’t put up a fight and demand to be put in Eddie’s corner. So he held onto this, held out on this change in plans, because Eddie looked back on the sofa. He looked to Steve with something like…longing. Like he wanted to reach out and take Steve’s hand. And if the room hadn’t been full of people that just wouldn’t understand, Steve would’ve taken the plunge. He would’ve indulged.

He should’ve indulged, now that he’s kneeled on the ground in a pile of limp demobat bodies. Eddie is in his arms, blood soaked and babbling. And Steve wishes they could start again.

“Keep looking at me, Eds,” he pleads, “look at me and…and tell me one of your stories. You’re good at that. Can you do that?”

For a moment, Eddie’s breath catches. And in those grave seconds, Steve thinks it's over. He brings his hand, which was laying over Eddie’s waist, and places it on his chest. On Eddie’s slow beating heart and his rattling lungs. And he presses. As if, by his touch alone, Eddie would continue to live.

Steve wants him to live. Wants to get him out of here. Get him to safety and hold him and clean his hair and go swimming in Lover’s Lake like they did as kids over the summer. Take Eddie by the hand and go hiking through the woods, turn over every rotting branch to look at worms, and be gifted with rocks Eddie deems cool enough. Ride their bikes until their legs ache and their stomachs are sick and they’re craving lemonade and cookies. Wants to love on him forever because he was a fool; gave it all up for…what…popularity?

Eddie gasps wetly. Coughs up blood from the back of his throat, it drips sluggishly down his chin. Instinctively, Steve cradles his jaw and wipes it all away. Until it’s tacky and red on his own skin. Then, Eddie’s eyes sweep over to him. He blinks. Cries silently. And states, quiet enough for only mice to hear, “’86 is going to be my year, Stevie.”

“Yeah?” Steve prods, breathless and on the verge of crying himself. He thumbs at Eddie’s tears. “Tell me, Eds. Tell me how it’s gonna be your year.”

Another rattling, wet breath. “Graduate,” Eddie mutters, “and…and play with the band. I was—G’nna go to y’r house. Give…Give you a sunflower. You…My S’v’ie likes flowers.” He stares up at Steve, but Steve doesn’t feel very looked at. Like maybe Eddie’s seeing something beyond him, above him. He bites his lip and cradles Eddie’s jaw again.

“I do,” Steve whispers, “I loved when you gave me flowers, Eds.”

He sniffs and tries not to think about the dried petals of flowers he kept over the years. Ones that he stashed away in old books given to him by Wayne. That reside in his dresser drawers and in a cardboard box in his closet. Tries not to think about taking Eddie home with him, after all this is over, and showing him all the things he kept.

How, in moments where Steve felt lost, he pulled out the rocks and books and other trinkets, and wondered. Where Eddie was. What he was doing. Why he forced himself away from the only friend, sans Robin, that felt real.

“S’eve?” Eddie weakly calls.

He only hums, pressing his thumb deep into the going cold skin of Eddie’s right cheek.

Eddie reaches a clumsy hand up to Steve’s face, but doesn’t quite reach. So Steve ducks closer. Lets Eddie pull him in towards his face. Wipe away his own tears. Caress the few moles by his ear.

“I love you,” Eddie breathes. Inhales with a gurgle and Steve sobs in turn. “Love you, S’eve. Wanted…Been wantin’ you for forever.”

“Eds…”

In one fell swoop, Eddie pulls Steve in all the way. Noses along Steve’s. Then, with the strength of a newborn deer, he presses his lips to Steve’s. They’re slick with blood and drying tears. Chapped, split at the corners. He moves slowly while Steve tries not to devour. Eddie’s hand drapes over the back of Steve’s neck, neither grasping nor safe anymore. But he kisses. Like…

Like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it.

Maybe it is, Steve realizes in those few seconds. Because Eddie’s breath grows shallower, raspier between them. He gurgles blood into Steve’s mouth. And that’s tasted on Steve’s tongue, metallic and sweet and harmful. Maybe it doesn’t need to be.

Steve forces them apart. Lets Eddie try and drag him back, but doesn’t go back to that kiss. “Save…Save it, Eds,” Steve begs, “Save it for when we’re home and—I can show you how much I love you, too, okay? Can you—“

“Can’t,” Eddie slurs, “I…S’v’ie.”

He presses another soft kiss, this time to Steve’s thumb, where it’s still close to the split corner of his mouth. But he doesn’t look back.

“S’v’ie, love you.”

“I love you, too, Eds,” Steve murmurs meekly. “I’ll take you home, okay? I can—“ He takes a sharp gasp, sobbing through an exhale. “—Kiss me tonight. You stay with me and kiss me,” his voice wavers, “kiss me like we were never apart.”

“‘M’kay.”

“Okay, Eds,” Steve sighs, crying softly, “okay.”

Though it pulls on all his injuries, Steve hefts them up off the ground. Grimaces at Eddie’s pained yelp. And moves one foot after the other. They can’t be running out of time, Steve tries to digest.

Because he just got his boy back. They can’t be. I can’t be, Steve believes, hefting Eddie’s nearly limp body through the portal. I won’t.

🕰️—————🕰️ Kiss Ask Game <3

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #love confessions #near death

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ellekhen · 5 months ago

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Off the Record

Chapters 1 & 2 - Interview with the Vampire / Up Against the Wall

Summary:

Church is a journalist on assignment to interview a CEO of a renowned gene therapy company; however, unbeknownst to him, that company has just been acquired by his ex, the vampire ascendant Astarion.

Ever the professional, the interview must go on... but inevitably, the tension and feelings come to a head, and Church has no choice but to stop the tape and do something about it.

A Modern AU where vampires and magic exist alongside conventional science.

(Author's Note: This modern AU idea has been haunting me for the past few months and so I finally wrote it all this past weekend. Enjoy!)

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Pairing: Astarion x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 7K+ words; Chapters 2/4

Excerpt below:

“Fine,” Church relented, opening his laptop back up. “Let’s get this over with.”

He tried to ignore the triumphant smile that spread across Astarion’s face as he swiped through his windows, setting his microphone back up with terse, perfunctory movements.

“Are you always this sulky when running an interview?” Astarion asked in amusement.

“I usually know who I’m interviewing before I start,” Church snipped. “I crammed all my research only for it to mean nothing.” He shrugged irritably. “I’m annoyed, that’s all. I don’t have any notes on your background, any questions prepared, and it’s not like my colleague’s outline is going to work anymore…”

“You ‘don’t have notes’ on my background?” Astarion laughed. “Oh you darling, silly thing… you know me better than anyone else in the world. And I’m sure you have plenty of questions, since you refused to keep in touch… despite my best efforts,” he added in a mutter.

Church huffed. “Alright, fine. I’m sure I can spin whatever you say into… something coherent.”

“I’m sure you can,” Astarion said with a patronizing smile. “Shall we begin?”

Church sighed, tapping at his keyboard and fiddling with the microphone. He then straightened up in his seat, picking up his pen before striking a key.

“This is Church Cotter in the Plinth Tower of Waterdeep’s Financial District. I’m here with…?” he gestured an expectant cue at his interviewee, who merely raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“‘Church Cotter?’” Astarion chuckled. “That’s the surname you picked for yourself?”

Church’s eye twitched. “It’s my friend’s.”

“Ah, yes, Mairead, wasn’t it? Little country bumpkin?”

“Not relevant,” Church said flatly. “Your name is…?”

Astarion rolled his eyes, smiling before leaning slightly towards the microphone. “Lord Astarion Ancunín, CEO of Zartech and most recently Mardyn Labs, as well as this handsome journalist’s former lov—”

“Irrelevant,” Church interjected with a mortified flush. “Lord Ancunín…”

He lost his train of thought as he met Astarion’s glittering eyes, beneath which his mouth was still twisted into that infuriating smile.

“I love that title falling from your lips,” Astarion purred. “I can’t wait to hear it again…”

“Mister Ancunín,” Church amended, much to Astarion’s annoyance. “You were named Baldur’s Gate’s ‘Philanthropist of the Year,’” he said this skeptically, raising an eyebrow at the shrugging CEO. “What causes have you been most passionate about ever since you… inherited Zartech from—?”

“Oh please,” Astarion feigned a yawn. “Are you seriously going to be asking me these stuffy little questions? Do you think anyone reading the Waterdeep Rag is going to care?”

“The Waterdeep Times. And nonprofits care,” Church shrugged blandly. “As do stakeholders who might invest in your companies’ futures.”

“Then how about you write something wishy-washy like, ‘saving kittens’ or ‘kissing babies,’” Astarion huffed peevishly.

Church bit back a snort at that, but unfortunately Astarion noticed and looked far too pleased with himself.

“Fine,” Church cleared his throat. “Next question, then, if these are too softball for you.”

He flipped through his notes, more to have a reason to avoid Astarion’s eyes than anything else.

“...yes?” Astarion lifted a brow.

Church glanced up at him, a pleasant but bland smile arranged upon his face. “Mardyn Labs would mark Zartech’s fourth acquisition of a company in the biotech sphere in the span of four years since you became CEO. A year ago Zartech faced pushback from the Faerûn Trade Commission, citing that the acquisition would diminish innovation in the market for arcane-genetic testing. How do you respond to critics who say that creating a monopoly of private laboratories will hinder research rather than help it?”

Astarion’s eyes glittered.

“Well isn’t that an adorable question,” he simpered, examining his nails. “It’s all very simple, really. Each of these companies have a wealth of data from distinct reference panels of Faerûn’s populations. Zartech is pushing forward the world of gene therapy as a single, united effort rather than multiple companies jealously guarding critical tech. Bringing Silverskin under our fold provided us with their patented draconic gene sequencing technology, Orphic Industries has done considerable research on the effects of psionic magic on one’s brain chemistry over time, and the epidemiologists of Mardyn Labs are unrivaled when it comes to the Spellplague and the role it played in mutating genetic diseases over generations.

“As you very well know, Mr. Cotter,” Astarion continued with a condescending inflection, “Zartech prides itself on discovering the secret to true immortality. Most leaders in the arcane-genetics community are compelled by this same dream. And so, it's only by investing in one collective effort that we will make the greatest strides in pharmaceutical research Faerûn has ever seen.”

Church made a show of nodding and scribbling a few shorthand notes, fighting to keep his expression neutral. Hearing the jargon and PR bullshit flowing out of Astarion’s mouth was amusing and just a little impressive for the elf — especially since he had often been the one to roll his eyes at Gale’s more pedantic ramblings.

But as much as he’d love to poke holes in those platitudes, Church knew that if he was going to make this interview remotely interesting, he should attempt to ask what the readers would actually want to know.

“You noted how acquiring Silverskin provided you with their gene sequencing tech, but curiously that did not include many of the employees who helped develop it,” Church needled him. “The acquisition of Silverskin was followed by the layoffs of twenty percent of their workforce with minimal severance and a strict NDA as to what actually unfolded before they were let go.”

Astarion raised his brows with an amused hum. “‘No questions prepared,’ he said. And yet someone has clearly been paying attention to my activities over the past few years, hasn’t he?”

“Please answer the question,” Church deadpanned.

“A growing company will face growing pains,” Astarion shrugged. “Restructuring is necessary in order to support this growth, and trimming the fat is part of that.”

Church scoffed incredulously, “‘Trimming the—?’”

He recalled steaming, melting skeletons. Although they had already been emaciated in undeath, grease still sizzled beneath them…

Church grimaced and glanced away, swallowing past a sudden lurch of burning guilt and nausea.

“Feeling alright, darling?” Astarion noticed, because of course he did.

Church knew that he likely felt more under scrutiny than the vampire did. He noticed a pale hand beginning to reach across the desk towards him, and he shook himself, straightening back up and composing his face.

“Apologies,” he said stiffly, resisting an urge to tug upon his collar. Air. He needed air. “I… I’m…”

Damn it. He lost his train of thought…

Astarion must be pleased to have knocked him off balance like this. But Church refused to let him get the satisfaction of seeing exactly how much.

“Earlier you mentioned a united effort to discover the secret to ‘true immortality,’” Church continued, clearing his throat. “There are rumors that your predecessor, Cazador Szarr, discovered this secret to true immortality decades ago, even after being infected by vampirism.”

Astarion’s mouth twitched in annoyance at the name.

“In fact,” Church persisted, “he claimed to stakeholders that after decades of…,” he grimaced, “…clinical trials, he had developed a groundbreaking treatment to turn vampirism into this ‘true immortality.’ However, seeing as how Cazador is dead…”

“…gods rest his soul,” Astarion deadpanned insincerely.

“It’s no secret that Cazador was hardly a paragon of society,” Church continued diplomatically. “But there has been speculation surrounding the circumstances of his death, as well as how one of his lesser-known employees ascended into the position of CEO. Especially since you, as someone infected by the vampiric virus two centuries ago, appear to no longer suffer the effects of it.”

He met Astarion’s eyes only for a moment to ask needlessly, “Did you undergo Cazador’s allegedly innovative treatment?”

Church doesn’t know why he bothered to ask, given that he was there. He already knew far more of the answer than Astarion was likely ever to give an audience of faceless readers.

“Yes, indeed,” Astarion replied blithely. “Sorry bastard couldn’t benefit from it anymore, so he generously offered his star employee and protégé the honor of reaping the reward of their research. It was very emotional.”

“I see,” Church scoffed quietly. “So, to reiterate, four years ago you underwent a groundbreaking treatment for the vampiric virus, one developed by your predecessor, Cazador Szarr…”

“…with help,” Astarion’s eyes narrowed as he stood up slowly from his seat, walking towards the window lined with heavy curtains and a sun screen.

“Indeed. Curiously, you claimed a ‘fire’ destroyed any documentation of this treatment,” Church continued in a light voice, although his eyes were hard as they tracked the vampire's movement. “And so the arcane-scientific community is dying to know: What was this process? And…” he said bitingly. “...what was the cost?”

Astarion chuckled softly. “Well I could certainly contact my accountant to get you the numbers…”

“Do you have any regrets?” Church asked curtly — again, like it mattered.

Astarion scoffed, and with a snap of his fingers one of the sun screens retracted slowly, letting in a beam of bright midday light. He then stepped into it, eyes closed as he basked in its warmth as his silver curls shone white, dust floating in the air around him like sparks.

Church tried not to ogle too long at the ethereal sight.

“Not in the slightest,” Astarion uttered quietly, lowering the shade back down.

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nikoniclove · 3 months ago

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hoping this isn’t too invasive to ask. howd you and your husband meet?

i do recall you answering an ask and saying you were from texas, do you perhaps have a southern accent and maybe have certain words you’ll say that aren’t the ‘normal’? like a dialect i suppose; not sure if that makes sense though lmao

favorite sports team(s) if you’ve got any?

played any sports growing up?

1) my husband and I met through Ok Cupid. It worked for us. Because of our jobs and travel, we talked through the app for a few months before we met in person. He is my human, and I know I’m a lucky human because of it.

2) I definitely have an accent when I say certain words because my dad is from Louisiana. But if it’s not those words, then my use of ‘yall’ is about it.

3) oh lord. I suck at sports. … let me rephrase. I have good aim. I played sports growing up. I only watch sports because my husband plays beer league adult hockey twice a week. So I “watch” hockey. If I had to pick it would be Golden Knights for hockey, Astros for baseball, and that’s about it.

4) growing up, my adhd hit hard. I did baseball, softball, volleyball, golf, soccer, tap dance, karate, jiujitsu, oracle maga, and basketball.

#a03 writer #ace in the hole fic #jj x emily x ace #answered

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90frogsinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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you know what I'm tired of?? People from OUTSIDE America, telling American's they're stupid.

Not all of us are.

I'm also pretty damn tired of people from OUTSIDE of lower Appalachia, telling us we're stupid.

We fucking know. We know all to well. And no matter how hard we try to fix it, we are met with constant resistance from the government on every single damn level. My high school put all of it's funding into it's MALE sports programs. Womens sports didn't have shit. Our women's softball team didn't even have a damn field. While our Men's baseball team had fully climate controlled, video-capable, shower holding field houses and batting cages. The color guard has one small closet for all of their stuff + their teaching materials. The football team has the largest stadium in a 3 county radius. And it's a damn good stadium too. The performing arts? No funding. Academics? No funding. STEM and Women in STEM? Less than no funding, we lost resources yearly. We are stupid because we literally have no other choice. Many of us are cut off from the outside world, because we can't afford or literally can't cut through the terrain well enough to build power lines and internet routes. I know people who grew up without running water and electricity. I know people who were only able to go to school because their family illegally grew weed and sold it because it's the only way some people could afford to make a living, because there aren't any jobs. Because the government doesn't care. They forget we're here. They forget about Eastern Kentucky and Tennessee, they forget about West Virginia, they forget we're here. And when we ask for help, when we beg for them to shut down the paper mill that has been poisoning our crops and water for over 60 years? They only listen when it benefits them, not us. And when we work to find new jobs? We are punished, and our rightly needed government aid is taken the second we breach the poverty barrier. All but 1 of my childhood friends were so far below the poverty line that they couldn't buy clothes and had to get them from the school. If you really want to help these places, then go see what they're like. Go to Newport, or Cocke County, or any of the small run down towns in this region of the US. We need the help, we need the aid, we need our public libraries, we need our schools, we need help. And most of us are too stupid to know it.

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luke-hughes43 · 1 year ago

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Get Out.

Luke Hughes x oc

This is the Luke fit I meant to post last night but I fell asleep lol, my bad. Here it is.

Background: You are a softball player at the University of Michigan. You met Luke while on a recruiting visit to umich and began dating shortly after arriving on campus. The end of hockey season is rapidly approaching as is Luke leaving for New Jersey from Tampa. Talks of Luke leaving have been put off, due to both of you being busy with your respective sports as well as classes, but have been brought up just days before he’s leaving.

It’s angsty but 100% will turn into fluff.

(I’m calling her Isabella but having her go by Bella just because lol)

Bella’s POV

*4 days before the Frozen Four*

“Hey baby.” Luke says as I walk into the sophomore hockey house for our movie night. We haven’t been able to have any time to ourselves lately because I’ve been traveling for softball and Luke has been traveling for hockey and our off time just hasn’t aligned. I smile as I hug him, “Hey lukey.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I know I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with softball and then class, I just haven’t had much time. I wish I could’ve seen you more often, I know your leaving straight from Tampa.” I say as we settle on the couch.

“Speaking of, can we talk?” He says and pulls away from me.

I turn to face him, “Of course. What’s up?”

“I want you to come to Jersey with me next year.”

I’m speechless. This is the first time we’re talking about this and he wants me to go with him. I want to, I really want to, but I can’t. Or at least right now I can’t. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and say, “Luke, I can’t.”

“What?” He says back shocked.

“I can’t go to jersey with you.”

“Why not?”

“My whole life is here Luke. I can’t just up and leave it all behind right now. I just can’t.”

“Why not though? I am leaving my life here to go to Jersey and I’m asking you to come with me.”

“And I’m telling you that I can’t. Me going to Jersey is a hell of a lot more complicated than you doing it.”

“You can transfer to Princeton or Rutgers or Columbia or anywhere nearby but I just want you with me baby. Is that so much to ask?” He basically pleads. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself and keep myself from snapping at him and getting upset. I say, “Luke, you don’t get it. It’s not as simple as just transferring to Rutgers or Princeton or Columbia. I just can’t upend my whole life and move to New Jersey right now.”

“Just tell me that you don’t love me then Isabella.” He snaps back and gets up from the couch leaving their living room. I am shocked at his fucking audacity to say that and full name me. That comment hurts a lot. Ever since I met him, I’ve been so hopelessly in love with him and it hurts that he’s saying otherwise to my face.

I get up and follow him, “I never said that I didn’t love you Luke. Do not put words into my mouth. I love you more than anything and you are my whole world Luke but you can’t expect to just pack up and move to New Jersey with you on a fucking whim because you want me to. I have school to finish and a softball career that I spent years building to make a name for myself.”

“It’s not a whim Izzy, it’s my fucking career. You’re the love of my life and I want you to come to jersey and be with me during my rookie year. Is it really that much ask my girlfriend?” He snaps.

I let out a sigh and say, “You aren’t even listening to me Luke.”

“I am listening to you. You’re just being unreasonable.”

“I am not being unreasonable. This isn’t just about you. I had to rebuild myself when I got to michigan coming off what was supposed to be career ending surgery, I cannot physically or mentally go through that again Luke. I left everything I ever knew in Massachusetts for this and I don’t have a family to fall back on if shit hits the fan.”

He looks hurt when I say that. I feel kinda bad about saying it but it’s to emphasize my point. He says back to me with hurt in his eyes, “That’s not fair. I didn’t ask for any of this and you know that Iz.”

He definitely missed my point. I sigh again and say, “I do know that Luke. I also know that I’ve been barely keeping my head above water for the past 3 months between classes, softball, and trying to be the girlfriend you deserve. I can’t just leave. I can’t and it’s frustrating that you aren’t listening to me.”

“Imagine how I must feel then listening to the first girl that I ever told I loved her and the only girl I have ever brought home to my parents that she doesn’t want to move with you for the biggest moment of your life.” He says. I can see it on his face how upset he is that I said that I’m not transferring and going with him.

“I never said that I didn’t want to move Luke. I said that I can’t. There’s a difference. My decision in not going has nothing to do with you and has everything to do with me. You aren’t the only person in this relationship Luke.” I seethe at him.

“Neither are you.” He yells at me.

That’s the first time he’s ever yelled at me in the year and a half we’ve been together. He then yells, “you say that I’m not the only person in this relationship but that’s exactly how your acting right now.”

“I am well aware that I’m not the only person in this relationship Luke. You’re acting like your career with the Devils is more important then my softball career. I love you Luke, I really do. I love you more then anything but I can’t go with you. I need to prioritize myself right now. I cannot and will not upend my whole life and career and move across the country for a boy. I won’t do it.”

“Oh so now I’m now just some boy?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know that.”

“Do I? Because you’re making it sound like your just wasting your time being with me. That you only want to be with me when it’s convenient for you. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved and the only one I plan on loving and it’s like I mean nothing to you.”

“You mean everything to me, but what about me? You aren’t even considering my life in any of this. You honestly thought I would just pack up everything and move because you asked me to?”

“I didn’t think I needed to ask.”

“And that is my problem Luke. You didn’t think you needed to ask me to move across the fucking country or mention it until 4 days before you fucking left. There’s nothing that you can say that will change my mind, I’m not going with you to Jersey Luke.”

“Then go.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Leave. Get out of my house Isabella.” He spits at me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. I just nod quietly as the tears build while grabbing my bag. I walk towards the front door but not without saying loud enough for him to hear, “I’m sorry Luke. I love you.”

I leave the house and instantly burst into tears. I get into my car and try to calm myself down enough to drive home. I calm down to the point that I can make the short drive to my house before I start crying. I don’t even bother trying to wipe my tears before going inside. I walk in and then upstairs and just lock myself in my room and continue to cry in peace.

After a while, there’s a knock on my door, “Bella, are you ok?”

That would be my best friend Lauren. I don’t say anything in hopes she walks away but she doesn’t. I hear her sit on the other side of my door and then she says, “I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here for you girl.”

I just say nothing and stay locked in my room. A little while later I hear movement on the other side of my door. There’s another a voice that I recognize as Dylan Duke’s says, “Bella? Are you ok? Can we talk?”

I don’t say anything in hopes he gets the hint but he doesn’t and says again, “Bella, I’m just here to talk I promise. I’m sorry about Luke, he’s an ass. I just wanna make sure your ok.”

I roll my eyes aggressively and stand. I open my door to face him knowing that I look like an absolute mess. I snap at him (way harsher than I should’ve because he’s just tryna be a good and he’s not responsible for Luke’s actions), “Well, Dylan, I’m not ok. The guy I had every intention on being with for the rest of my life tried guilt tripping me into moving across the country for him 4 days before he was leaving and when I told him no, he flipped out and kicked me out on the first date night we’ve had in 6 weeks. On top of the fact that I have to pitch tomorrow against the team that gives me the most anxiety 4 days before my boyfriend leaves for good. So no I’m not ok and I’m not gonna be ok. I don’t wanna see you right now Dylan and I certainly don’t wanna talk to him. If he’s done, then so am I. Go home.”

I close the door on him and Lauren and I don’t come out for the rest of the night. I don’t get any sleep last night which sucks because I have a big game today. It doesn’t help that I hate pitching against Minnesota and that I get so anxious that I throw up when it’s my turn to pitch against them. Once the sun is up and the house is awake, I let them know that I’m going to the field early and then just go.

I get there at like 9 and dressed in the warmup gear for that and just chill out by myself for a while until it was time for everyone to come in. They come as it approaches the time for warmups and everything like that.

We go through warmups and soon enough it’s time for the game. I take a deep breath before getting on the mound for the game. Surprisingly, I’m throwing fairly well. I have 4 strikeouts and no hits or walks through the first 3 innings.

After the top of the 3rd, stupid me looks up in the stands and I am met with the sophomores of the hockey team. Luke gives me a soft smile, Ethan waves at me, mark and mackie have smiles on their faces because they love watching me play, and Dylan gives me a sympathetic look. All of a sudden, I want to throw up now.

I get into the dugout and empty the little contents of my stomach into the trash barrel. Lauren comes over and rubs my back while I puke. Once I finish, she hands me a towel to wipe my mouth and a water. She asks, “You ok?”

“He’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“Luke.” I say and throw up again. I throw up until I hear Audrey say to me, “Hey girl. You’re on deck. You ok?”

“I’m fine. Just the minnesota anxiety.” I say and wipe my mouth again. I slug some water and grab my helmet. I get up to bat and I’m a hot mess. I’m swinging at awful pitches and my head just isn’t in it. I strikeout on 3 pitches to end the inning so I run back and grab my glove to pitch the 4th inning.

I somehow pitched fine for the first two batters and struck them both out but after that, my pitching performance quickly went downhill. I walked the next batter and then hit the girl after that. So now there’s two runners on. I get the next batter down to 2 strikes and then just leave it down the middle. She hits a ground ball up the middle and I roll my ankle hearing a crack as I go to try and field it.

I instantly fall and clutch my ankle in so much pain. Once the play is called dead, the trainer and coach come running out. The trainer asks, “What’s wrong?” I take a deep breath and say, “I rolled my ankle over trying to field the ball. I heard a crack in my ankle.”

“Ok. Is it your push foot or your landing foot?”

“Push."

“Ok. I’m gonna try to move it ok?” He says and moves my foot.

I wince a little bit but do my best to hide the pain. It hurts a lot but I refuse to be taken out so I’m gonna try to tough it out. He then says, “Ok. Let’s get you up and see how it feels standing.”

I stand and it hurts like a bitch but I’m playing. I say, “I think I’ll be fine. Can I try to throw?”

“Of course.”

I get on the mound to throw. I throw a strike but it’s definitely like 10 miles slower but whatever. I’m just tryna make it through the inning. I say to the coaches and trainers, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m good enough to finish the inning. Promise.” They nod and the game continues. I strike out the next batter to end the inning and coach takes me out to make sure my foot is ok. We win 3-1 and that’s the series.

I grab my stuff and start to head to my car to go home when I see Luke standing by my car. I roll my eyes but don’t say anything trying to act like I don’t see him. He says, “Hey.”

I don’t say anything which prompts him to say again, “Izzy, please. Just hear me out.”

“No.”

“Baby, please.”

“No Luke. You yelled at me and then kicked me out when I told you that I wouldn’t pack up my whole life and future to move for you. I’m not in the mood for this today so please just leave me alone.”

“Are you at least ok? How’s your foot?”

“I’m fine. Go home Luke.”

“I love you Izzy.”

“Yea. I know.” I say getting in my car and leaving. I wanted to jump right into his arms but he hurt me too much to do that. I’m gonna forgive him or let him apologize so quickly. I love him with my whole heart but I am hurt too much right now. He hurt me too much to just forgive so easily.

(I can write a part 2 of the makeup and fluff if y'all want.)

#hockey #nhl hockey #new jersey devils #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine

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