#will i ever learn how to tag things tho

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel something

Ch 2/? | Word Count: 5125

Trigger Warnings Implied trauma, implied depersonalization

Chapter 2: Savor every moment, even hungover

The phone was ringing and his head was pounding and he felt like at any moment in time his head could just split open. He groaned, reaching to answer his phone. He had already notified the office he wouldn’t be in today. He was the one in charge and never took off days normally anyways, he deserved this. A drunken haze last night and barely any memory of what had transpired filling his brain. Nope. Nothing. 

He puts the phone to his ear after he swipes. 

“Tim Drake speaking,”he answers flawlessly. 

“Oh my god you’re so fucked!”Stephanie’s voice rang over the phone. 

“What are you talking about Steph, and speak quieter please,”He covers his eyes as he turns down the volume on his phone. 

“Ohhohoho you were shitfaced last night weren’t you?” She was giddy. Tim didn’t know what for. 

“Maybe…” 

“Be over in 15 minutes, do not leave your apartment bitch boy,”She threatens cackling on the other end of the phone. 

“Okay sure. Don’t care. Bring me coffee and we’ll call it even.” 

“You paying?”She mused. 

“Yeah sure, I don’t care.” He groans. “Just come in. I do not want to fuck with the doormen right now.” 

“Ha! Yeah, I sure can guess you don’t you Hungover baby.” She is laughing before hanging up the phone. Tim Drake had a lot on his shoulders so what if he got drunk one night? Stephanie was a good friend. Her father wasn’t the best to her and during his younger days of sneaking out to take photos around Gotham they’d become really good friends, even dating for a little while. The dating was a short lived thing realizing that while they both found they were bisexual… they also both had a tendency to leave towards their own genders. It was a fun experience and he was very glad they could remain extremely good friends after it. He still loved her just in a very platonic sense, but even with the mutual past breakup it didn’t stop the occasional tabloid trying to talk up some stupid story about their relationship. 

Especially when Steph joined a dance team and they got really good. Booking gigs with famous artists and producing their own shows and things. Tim was glad she was getting the recognition for her work but it was still concerning nonetheless. Mostly in how the media saw them. The media weren’t exactly the most kind people especially to those in the limelight. Unfortunately for him because he was CEO and a nepo baby of a company most people assumed he was a pompous asshole. He was an asshole but a pompous one? He only was like that to blend into the crowds at the fancy stupid galas and things.

He peeled himself out of bed feeling the upright motions destroy his stomach as he bolts to the bathroom retching over the toilet with a groan. Fuck the cold felt so good. Maybe he had been a little more fucked up than he thought last night. He laid there on the floor for a little bit. Oh there was still definitely alcohol in his system, oh yeah this was gonna suck. He doesn’t know how long he lays there in his boxers on the bathroom floor. He does remember Stephanie is coming over and gets himself off the floor slowly to get himself at least semi-dressed. Wearing a long sleeve cozy sweater with pajama pants and some slippers in the shapes of ducks. He forces himself to take some ibuprofen and tylenol for his killer headache debating on something stronger. He takes his usual medicine he needs for the day and grabs some water figuring he wasn’t that stupid. 

He knew he needed to get something to eat too. He was already opening the app for doordash and figuring he could order steph and him some greasy ass food. She needed the calories for dancing, that was how that worked right? He ordered the food and took a few steps before his body revolted against him and he bolted towards the bathroom retching up again. Fuck man. He sat there for another moment closing the lid as he lay his head on it. He hears the front door open and he really can’t bother himself to get up. 

“Timbers!”Steph’s voice calls out as the smell of coffee drifts from the living room. 

“In here.”He calls out trying to pick himself off the floor, nope, a bad idea. When he finishes emptying the contents of his stomach a third time he gets up giving a small wave to her laughing in the doorway. 

“What the fuck Tim, if you’re gunna go drinking like that, bring someone with you!” She laughs but there was the undertones of her being more serious about what she’s talking about. Tim ignores them. Her hands are empty which means she probably just ditched the coffee in the room over. 

“I’m fine,"he mumbles, going to rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth. 

“Yeah sure you are,”she laughs and pulls out her phone. “Have you been on your phone yet?” 

“Huh? No, why?” She hands over her own phone and Tim takes it. He pauses. Feeling his face pale. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Plastered on the page was a photo of a very heated kiss between him and another man. That in of itself isn’t the concerning part. Right? Maybe scandalous he was seen with a man but the title? 

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?” 

Tim wants to cry reading it. The leader of YJ, Young Justice? THE Young Justice. Number one band in the charts for 5 weeks straight for their hit single “You Were a dream?”. Tim admittedly did not recognize the man from the photo but maybe it was the angle or the fact they were both so intimately kissing. Tim had a grip on his shirt and the others hands were resting around his waist pulling them way too close together. 

“This is wrong. They can’t--” 

“They did,”Steph confirms.

“Fuck me,”Tim groans. Well that sobered him up quick as he sat on the toilet seat. Steph rubbing his back a little bit. 

“I know this is awful but also… this is so fucking funny,”Steph can’t help but laugh. “Tim Drake dating a rockstar?!? Gasp! What a crime!” He laughs after her. It was a little funny. 

“Steph, this is serious.”He tries to gain his composure. 

“What did he even do to seduce you like that? You were so obviously shit faced,”she’s laughing again. “Did he-- did he do the whole..” She pauses to dramatically and sensually run a hand through her long blonde hair and bite her lip ‘seductively’. “Did he do that?” She grins.

“Fuck I don’t know Steph. I don’t even remember this happening!”Tim’s face in his hands holding back laughter. 

“Oh so then all he had to do was the whole,”She leans against the wall and she does the douche-iest pose. One hand on the wall the other on her hip. “Sup baby?’ Tim laughs again. 

“Steph, this is serious!”He tries again. 

“And it happened!”She retaliates. “You were drunk! Drunk people do stupid shit all the time!” 

“Drunk people who are not in charge of whole corporations whose sales could collapse under the weight of a bad reputation!” He counters. She kneels in front of him, peeling his hands from his face. 

“Come on. We’re grabbing the coffee and water and getting blankets.We’re gonna have a movie day,”She smirks.”And talk about the problem but like movie day first and foremost.” 

“You wanna mooch off my fancy popcorn,”he retaliates. She mimics a gasp. 

“What? Moi? Never!” She dramatically flips her hair and stalks out the room dragging Tim with her. Tim’s mind is already reeling about what to do. There were so many options. Too many options, none of them good.

“I already ordered us doordash.”He admits as they sit down and Steph moves to drape a blanket sitting on the couch over him grabbing him a glass of water and the coffee. 

“Oh how I wish I could marry you for your money,”She sighs wistfully and Tim snorts. 

“If only. You act like you’re not a famous dancer?” She does a fake gasp. 

“Are you saying I’m rich Mr. Drake?” 

“I’m saying you’re pretty well off as far as careers go.”Tim replies never have been happier to have sipped his coffee borderline moaning at the taste. 

“Yeah well at least I spent my money on fun stuff. You don’t! Your apartment barely looks lived in Tim. It’s white and grey and so fucking boring,”she dramatically drapes herself over him. He barely had time to move his coffee so she didn’t knock it out of his hand. 

Tim wished he could say his place was incredibly personalized but the fact of the matter was that Steph complained about how impersonal it was constantly. She wasn’t wrong? He had some photos of when he was younger blown up and put in frames on the walls but in terms of personality of the house most of it was a sleek modern look with minimal decorations. He did have some color. His bed sheets and accent pieces were a beautiful crimson red and sometimes golden designed pieces. 

“Send me that article,”Tim says, changing the pace again. 

“It’s some desperate new years bullshit Tim, you know that!” 

“But the people don’t Steph! I need to do damage control before—“he cuts himself off panic already threatening at the edge of his voice and she goes quiet. Lips pursed quietly. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” She crosses her arms almost pouting. Not exactly pouting. Tim knew that look. He knew she was hiding a simmering anger underneath her cross expression. If it wasn’t her mutual respect for Tim then she would have long ago betrayed his trust and done something about it. They were two peas in a pod. Tim had to make his parents proud after all and a scandal would do him no good when his parents returned for a late holiday with him at their manor. He went out of the city quite frequently to see them. Tim lived in New York and they lived in Gotham. It wasn’t a great drive but since he didn’t have to make the drive himself it made things a little easier. 

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?”  By Vicki Vale “Last night as the New Year’s parties raged it seems other things were happening as well. The current co-head of Drake Enterprises was seen in his current resident city of New York attending a party hosted by the infamous Lex Luthor. Our own Gotham born Timothy Jackson Drake has been the most eligible bachelor for quite some time now only rivaled by Bruce Wayne’s son Richard Greyson, and Bruce himself,  is it time for Timothy to finally be entering the dating pool yet again?  The photo shows Kon, head of the band Young Justice(also known more commonly as YJ), engaging Tim in a fiery kiss on the balcony of the establishment just as the ball dropped. So are the two of them in an established relationship? Or are the two simply reaching for the nearest scandal to push their mutual careers into further spotlight?  Neither have come out with a comment yet, but we expect a statement soon. So how do you feel Gothamites? Are you here for Tim getting into a relationship with the lead singer of a rock band? Or do you think this is a scandal waiting to happen?”

The photo is painfully good quality. He hates it. They look good, but he hates it. He also knows it’s likely not the only one. The only reason he was at that party was because of Lex Luthor and his stupid insistence on getting Tim to work for him. Hence the invitation to one of the most exclusive high society events. An event filled with too many drugs, too much alcohol and lots of sex and rock n roll. There were other bands there too, Tim was just one to prefer rock over any other genre of music. He occasionally went to shows but mostly not. Too many chances for things to go awry. Tim admittedly did not like to get drunk that often, mostly because he refuses to become as bad as his father. Not to say his family was bad at all but their relationship was a rather formal one. He didn’t mind that much, rather focusing on work anyways. They always were understanding of his love of his work. 

Either way, he needed to get a hold of this scandal before things got too out of hand. He looks at his phone seeing a text from the head of his PR team. Normally Tim did all his PR but he did pay one of the girls in HR who also had a degree in it to double check his methods and help make sure he was on top of staying relevant for the company, magazines, interviews, etc. Madi was a sweet girl and he was glad he could give her extra cash for it. It was an official part of her duties. She was considered part time HR and part time PR. His parents paid for a whole PR team for the company as a whole but as he was the head and wanted their influence on his image to be a bit more limited he paid her out of his own pocket rather than the companies. He felt bad trying to use money that could be given back to the employees just to make himself look good. 

Madi 

You realize how bad this is going to look right?

Tim

I know please do not remind me. I’ve seen it. 

… 

Any ideas?

Madi

Damage control and reaching out to his PR person. See if they’ve reached out to you, but I’ll do the same on my end. We gotta get a wrap on this quick Mr. Drake.

Tim

For the millionth time please call me Tim, I swear Madi. 

Madi

You still hungover?

Tim

The news helped sober me up but Stephanie is over here helping me out

Madi

Good, don’t go outside. Most of the paparazzi are pricks and while they might not have a true interest in you as a CEO they do have an interest in you giving them a story on you and Kon.

Tim

Yeah Steph mentioned me staying inside. I ordered doordash so neither of us have to go out. Maybe I should just go and work from home for a few days.

Madi

Not a bad idea. I would stay relatively close though, Kon likely will be in town for a bit longer especially if he’s also interested in fixing this PR disaster.

Tim

I was about to say it’s not that bad… but yes it is

Madi

Honestly, it’s less bad for him than it is for you. You’re young but you’re highly respected. I don’t want you losing the bare respect you forced out the other higher ups. Just because the younger ones like you, we both know those board members are vying to get you out and get you father back.

Tim

Tell me about it. The shit I get from the board and the shareholders is insane. 

Madi

Anyways, keep an eye on your email. I’ll get a plan together and send it to you

Tim

You’re the best Mads

Madi

I know

“Madi have any idea yet?”Steph is peaking over his shoulder. 

“She just says to keep an eye on my email because since she’s not incredibly publicly my PR person they’re more likely to reach out to me directly,”He groans as he turns and flops his head on her lap. 

“Steph I have never been more thankful to have planned to be at that Pride event a while ago,”He mumbles. “Or else this would be so much worse.” She snorts, running her hands through his hair. 

“Oh yeah it would be so so much worse if you weren’t already toeing that fine line of being gay but also not!” She teased with a little malice in her voice, but the malice was obviously not directed at him. More than likely aimed at the other board members who would not-so-discreetly sling slurs and other words in his direction under their breath. Tim was smart though, he liked to think at the very least he was. He tried his best to make everyone happy and the board members could hardly be upset with him over the last few years TIm had been in charge. He was sure they were upset because of how young Tim was and he knew that. They had spent their whole lives getting to this point and Tim had finished his college degree by the time he was out of high school and got put into the position after he outsmarted some people and manipulated his way to the top. Tim was aware though, for a nepo baby. 

As someone born and raised in Gotham and all too painfully aware of the messed up systems of that place he was aware of how broken the world was. He knew about the rampant police corruption and the concerns over the safety and wellbeing of the city with one of the highest crime rates in the United States. He had seen what had happened to those in the system and went out of his way to help and volunteer. His parents praised him for the good PR he was giving them but all he could think about was that he could do something to help people with the money he was given. 

His parents weren’t exactly around enough to enforce what he did with his own money. He teamed up with the Wayne foundation to host charity events, fundraisers, galas, etc to give back to the community. 

Reminded him of his connections. Maybe he should meet with Bruce for lunch or his next free day… see just how the other could help him. Bruce had immense experience with bad press. He was notoriously good at splitting the story and diffusing the situations. He closed his eyes so thankful he had Steph with him right now. 

“Thanks Steph.”He said a bit more genuinely. 

“Don’t thank me yet hoe,”she retaliated. 

“You literally came over to check on me,”He retaliated, opening his eyes to look up at her. 

“Me? Never. How could I not save your bitch ass,”She had a grin across her face. “Plus you always buy me food, it's a win-win situation.”

“Aww Steph you care that much about me,”He began to tease.

“You are in a  perfect smothering position--”

“Are you going to admit that you love me next?”He continued. “Because I love you too and--” She jokingly shoved a pillow over his face and the two began to get into a fight as he rolled off her lap and she practically pounced on top of him hitting him with the pillow. 

“Stop being cheesy!”She yelled as he was laughing incredibly hard. 

“But you wove me! And Care about me! And you’re my best fwiend!” He has his arms up trying to stop her from hitting him. She is snickering and grabs his arm moving to pin it behind his back. 

“Ah fuck--”he hisses out as she smirks. 

“Say uncle and I’ll let go!”She exclaims wearing a shit eating grin. 

“Gah!- Fucking hell Steph.” She pulls back on his arm, applying more force. “Shit-uncle!” She lays down next to him on the floor as he rolls onto his back. The two of them were breathing heavily for a moment before looking at each other and laughing brightly. They stay like that for a moment after Stephanie's hand finds his. She was the shit head type, not one for sentimentality which is part of why Tim enjoys her company so much.  She can make light of any situation and can and will call him out on his bullshit as long as she is under the impression she’ll do the same for her. 

“You should come with me to rehearsal one day. Or like just to the studio. Get you back to working out more.”She comments. 

‘I work out just fine!” 

“Yeah but what about your dreams? You can take some pictures of me and then join me for a little bit!”She beams, sitting up a little bit to look down at him. “We both know you have a killer camera and some wild skills. Use them. You always talk about wanting more photos of me dancing.” 

“Yeah but--” 

“Nah nope you don’t get to give some sort of bullshit excuse,”she shakes her head. 

“Steph, I haven't stepped foot in a dance studio since I was 16, and that was just a way for me to get exercise. My parents thought they were formal ballroom classes.” He comments. Tim only ever danced casually. Even then he had never been as good as Steph but there was a freeingness to it. It was fun! He could never do it publicly. The corporate scene would absolutely obliterate him if they ever found out he used to dance hop hop. Formal ballroom dancing was something he also had training in and also was looked highly upon. 

“If you pick up dancing it will help you get back on a board~”She teased. 

“How!”

“Hand and Eye coordination,”she teased, standing up and offering him her hand. He took it standing up. It was still almost too much and he holds out his hand thinking he’s gonna throw up. He stops and waves that he’s good. 

“You just want to watch me fail horribly,”He rolls his eyes. 

“Just dress cool, wear a hat and mask and you’re good no one will know!”Steph insists. “Like what you do when you go skateboarding.” 

“I don’t skateboard anymore Steph.” 

“Just like you don’t dance anymore!!! Look you--”she stops as there was a knock at his door and grumbles something under her breath before going to answer. She comes back in with the food as Tim joins her at the breakfast bar and sits down next to her as they pull out the food separating it between them. She’s already shoving her face as she continues. 

“As I was saying--”She begins shoving lo mein into her mouth. He nods, raising an eyebrow as she speaks with her mouth full.” You don’t do anything you like anymore. It’s just all work!” 

“Because work is important!”

“You’re twenty-fucking-two Tim! Live a little for the love of god! You’re young and yet you so rarely go to parties! You can do both. You don’t even have the problems most corporate people have. Most of them have drug or alcohol addictions or go skiing and have lavish vacations. YOU DON’T DO THAT TIM!”She exclaims the second her mouth is no longer full. He groans. 

“I just think you need some dick honestly,”he almost chokes on his food as she says that. 

“What????”He looks at her wide eyed. She smirks looking at him leaning in real close. 

“I said I think you need some dick. Timothy, you’re still a fucking virgin aren’t you?” 

“I-I no what- why would you think that?!”His face is a bright red immediately showing more interest in his food than her. 

“HAH I WAS RIGHT!” 

“Can you please not yell,”he begs. 

“Sorry,”She still is wearing that familiar grin. 

“So what if you’re right! I can’t just go out and like, sleep with people and shit! Yeah brb let me go and print out an NDA for you to sign so we can sleep together real quick,”he rolls his eyes looking at her. “Besides… I want it to be something special. Love? I don’t know. I just--” 

“Okay I’ve made a decision. You’re not getting a choice now. We’re finding you a hobby. An actual hobby. You’re coming to the studio with me and I’ll reteach you some stuff. See how much you remember. Get you out of this stuffy apartment and your stuffy office.” 

“I’m really good at Golf?”he offers. 

“No, you just pretend like you are so you can go golfing with your coworkers. We both know you hate that sport…” 

“It’s so boring steph,”he finally caves. “I don’t even think I have any dance clothes anymore Steph!” 

“I’ll lend you some of mine. You never did grow,”she smirks. 

“Oh shut the fuck up,”he groans going for his phone and opening it up absentmindedly going to sort his emails.  He swipes to delete a bunch going in and flagging the ones related to work things so he could go back in and check them. 

He pauses. 

“Oh fuck--” 

“What?” Steph leans over on her stool before laughing. “Well that was fast.” 

“Such is the problem of social media,”he groans out opening the email as he shoves more of his own lo mein into his mouth. He quiets as he reads through it. 

“Dear Mr. Timothy Drake, 

My name is Cissie King-Jones, I am the head of PR for the band YJ(Young Justice), and as I am sure you are aware, you and my client, Kon, shared a kiss on New Years Eve last night. We could not locate a particular PR team to reach out to, to discuss his issue. We will be in town for another two weeks due to Kon visiting his father and the rest of the band wishing for a small break. Is there a potential time outside of your work hours that we could meet to discuss the events of the past and how to potentially move forwards without damaging either of your careers? Looking forward to a response.  

Best Regards, 

Cissie King-Jones

Head of PR”

He groans and Steph is laughing so hard and Tim, without looking, pushes her off the stool. She yelps but continues to laugh long after she’s fallen off the stool. 

“Are you enjoying my misery?” 

“Yes,”she gasps out. He flips her off. 

“Fuck I should respond to this.” 

“Yeah you should,”she wiggles her eyebrows, finally getting up from the floor and dusting herself off. 

Tim

Got the email, are you free tomorrow for an extended lunch?

Madi

Well technically I’m busy but if you CEO requests my presence then no one can say anything

Tim

Emailing your supervisor right now, we’re going to go to have a meeting with Kon and their PR head Cissie King.

Madi

Where are we going to have it? Your work seems too blatant. 

Tim

I don’t know yet but how about I forward you her email so you can reach out. I have a few ideas myself but I hate the ideas….

Madi

Well spill then

“Yeah spill Tim..”Steph smirks, reading over his shoulder, again. He pushes her away playfully. 

Tim

No thanks, I’m sure you’ve already thought of it anyways and I’d really rather keep it as a last resort.

Madi

Send me that email Tim ;P

Tim

On it

Tim did as he was told as he forwards her the email. 

“Where do u want to meet?”Steph instead asks. “It needs to be a neutral location somewhere the paparazzi won’t freak out about you going.”  He groans thinking. 

“I have a few ideas,”he admits. 

“Oh?”She leans her arm on the other’s shoulder. “Do tell.” 

“Lex is Kon’s biological dad…” 

“Oh dammit,”She groans. “But he’s so unsettling.” 

“You’re not even going to be there!” Tim exclaims. 

“Yeah but I am going to be there in spirit once you meet me at the studio after the meeting,”She flicks his cheeks and he gives an exasperated sigh. 

“Look, it won’t look weird for me to go there and it’s Kon’s dad's work so like it won’t be awful. I’m there for a meeting, nothing else! Plus Luthor values his security of his building over anything else. He would riot if someone else could get into his systems.” 

“Someone else?”Steph raises her eyebrow at him. 

“He said something stupid…”Tim begins.

“DID YOU--”She remembered his headache. “Did you hack Lex corp?!?!?!”

“When I was 18 yeah, why do you think he’s been trying to get me to ditch my parents,”he snorts. “Him and the Al Ghul's.” 

“And the Waynes,”Steph reminds but Tim could only roll his eyes at that one. 

“Yeah, as if. Bruce sees me as a friend. He’s my mentor, nothing else.” 

“Just saying… if the Drake’s need to go there are several companies you can sell it off too.” 

“Yeah let me just sell the Drake family name underneath my parents name,”sarcasm is dripping from his voice as he finishes his food. He texts Madi the idea and she agrees it’s probably for the best. 

“You could,”Steph reminds.

“But I won’t~”He purrs out. “If I agree to go to the studio with you after will you leave me alone about it?” 

“Yes!” 

“Then fine just bring some clothes by the office and I’ll change before we leave.”he nods. 

“Fuck yeah!”She exclaims. “None of the windows lead to the street level too!”

“Wonderful.” 

“So when will the meeting be? I need to text to see when the next free space is?” Tim shrugs. 

“I left it up to Madi.” 

“You giving that girl so much of your public image power is terrifying for a control freak like you,”She scoffs, going to toss her trash and fishing a soda from his fridge. The particular kind only being in there because of her penchant to just stop by when he’s out of town and what not.  

“Let’s just put on a movie please,”Tim begs quietly and she leaves him alone for a little while as they crowd on the couch cuddled close to each other. “I’m grateful you’re my friend steph.” 

His head is on her shoulder tucked under the covers and she playfully lays her head on his a little aggressively. 

“Right back at you Timbo,’she smiles. It’s as they get halfway into the second movie when he gets a text from Madi. 

Madi

Tomorrow at 1pm Lex Corp headquarters

Tim

Gotcha

He shows Steph the phone and she nods. 

God he can’t wait to have this meeting and let the scandal be over with. 

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[riiviir]

hey guys so I just started reading Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott and OMG AHSBNSBSBSNSNBSHZHSHDBFHGGHFHGRJ2KSHSBSNSK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THINKING ABOUT THE RELATIVITY BETWEEN DIMENSIONS!!!!!!

[artificialcaretaker]

There’s no fucking way I got into school mandated classic lit yaoi again why the fuck does this keep happening……

[Literally praying that we read page 222 in class I need to see everyone’s reaction to that.

Also, Bromden is literally me. Bro will start talkin about his paranoid delusions and how the Shadow Government is controlling him and I’ll be like “ONG TWIN 🫡🫡🫡”

That may or may not have some implications on my current mental health status.

ALSO also, I finally changed my signature. I no longer want to be associated with the same thing I used to mark the yaoi hentai I drew in middle school. That ain’t me. I’m a changed man. Like hell I’ll ever find it again but the important thing is that I’m moving on.

[izzy-b-hands]

I will be forever grateful i can be on this new med. it's one a lot of folks also need and can struggle to have access to! It's important i be on it, especially if i start doing any vid collabs

(some of which, really, all of which, i unfortunately actually need to cancel that were in the preplanning stages, bc the election results have me wanting to wait and see how the general atmosphere of the country is before i agree to meet up with anyone. I feel bad for cancelling, but also i just can't know for sure how safe things are/might be going forward and I'd rather avoid the potential of. ya know. various not great things that could happen at a meet up, tho i would certainly hope they wouldn't. i don't feel like actually addressing them rn, u guys know what i mean)

That said, if the truvada initial side effects could fuck off asap would be so lovely. three weeks at worst, then they should be gone/much better or so i am told. really hope that's true bc losing my mornings to being dizzy and nauseous is Not Working for me lmao. im on week two, and now understand why my new doc said to call if i needed any 'cheerleading' and support to get thru the side effects, bc apparently she's done that for several ppl to make sure they actually make it thru the three weeks and keep on it (lovely of her!!)

[perilegs]

let's have some fun

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Thinking about the gay Mormon kid I met in middle school and how all the other Mormons were convinced he was gay-faking and actually straight

[cestacruz]

Mmm Jeanne

[seventh-district]

*puts a photo of me in between two random photos i took of the sky today, not because they go together whatsoever but simply so any poor soul that happens to scroll across this post won’t be jumpscared by one giant image of me taking up their entire dash* :)

also yes those are the Everything Stays shoes that i wear far too often and i thought about Moon and flustered my damn self when i was putting them on today and if you want to know why i thought of him specifically… well, you’re just gonna have to read Ch. 4 of ES when i post it on Thursday and you’ll find out 😊

[cinnabeat]

THE NEW MAIRUMA CHAPTER IS SO DEVASTATING

[jasminerva]

“does Nagumo have kinks and if so what are your favs for him 🎤”

So I was asked the above by Lao (@herringstrait)... And I thought I'd just list off a few off the top of my head, but in the end I had enough for a full post lmaooo (and then some - I added more and it just got away from me orz)

Welp... here ya go!

Nagumo x gn!Reader (w/ a few femme-gendered parts as indicated by ♀) Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist! 🍑 Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

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Nagumo x Reader NSFW headcanons

I feel like Nagumo would prefer to be in control even when he "relinquishes" it lol he wants to show you who's boss (it's you - if you really want you can even make him cry and drool and beg for it) he'll (learn to) crave it 😏 like a special once in a while treat. Honestly, he convinces himself he needs control because that's secure & safe to him. When he gives you control, that's basically saying he feels super safe with you! And if that ain't the sexiest thing ever, I don't know what is.

I personally don't feel like he's got any extravagant kinks like rope play or whips or wax / pain play (he'll try everything once, and he'll do stuff that you like for you)

Now, that doesn't mean he won't go crazy if you wrap yourself up like a present with your/his favourite-coloured ribbon! Or - better yet - let him wrap you up!

Food play for sure tho. One of the smut fics I have drafted up for Valentine's Day involves chocolate in lieu of clothing lmao

Nagumo likes little challenges cuz he's childish like that - throw him a bone every once in a while. Dare him to keep the cuffs on no matter what (god knows he can break outta anything). Let him get creative in stripping you and he'll surprise you (hint: it involves teeth).

I do think he'd like it a lot if you call him "good boy" - he likes praise. Nagumo will for sure reciprocate.

I think he really likes jiggly parts lol so he'd get mesmerized and purposely slam harder and maybe slap it a bit just to see it wiggle lmao (also them slapping sounds mmmph)

Mirror sex

Orgasm control lol but not too crazy he's a soft guy (for the most part). Mostly, he's a sappy romantic and he wants to cum isshoni together with you, so he'll do his darndest to get you off at the same time. In reality, you could probably control him better than he thinks he can control you.

He can be a little possessive but it's not to possess rather than the feelings behind it. If you time it well and tell him you're "his" he could very much cum prematurely 🤣 (he just wants you to know you're his and he's yours okay???)

I also have a smut that I don't know when it'll be released but… it involves an annual hunting excursion in the wilderness lmao (where YOU are the prey - so yeah) [Lao mentioned the face he made while threatening Yotsumura so I HAD TO INCLUDE IT]

(hack-coughs)

(takes in another breath)

Nagumo would be amazing at role play (dude is a master of disguise) but at the end of the day all he wants is to be himself / vulnerable and with you 🥹

I shared this before where Nagumo keeps his eyes open for everything lmaooo his FOMO is bad. You have to get used to when you accidentally peek while he's kissing or you're trying to cover your O face - nope, he will pry those hands off your face or lean very forward - he wants to see it ALL with them big boba eyes.

Just like his eyes are made for eyeing, his fingers are made for fingering. You can act all cocky and crack a joke about how his knuckle tattoos will wear out so much faster at the rate he's going, but he'll just tell you, "worth getting them retouched if I get to touch you like this" as he nearly sends you to heaven (showing off the real reason he has his gold assassin license).

On that note, he's not afraid to probe (literally and figuratively) you, even while you're already stuffed. "Y-Yoichi, t-too much... I don't think that'll fff—" "Shh... don't worry, baby, you can take it all."

[♀] For my womb-sisters, I can see him pressing down on your lower abdomen while he's thrusting into you, feeling you from the outside-in (inside-out?), driving you crazy. Hit that g(uaranteed good time)-spot-on accuracy.

He knows how to use his tongue too. You might even prefer it because it means he'll shut up for once, but ultimately you love his silver tongue-in-cheek as much as you love his other appendages. I think he still prefers leaving his mouth free for kisses and cracking wise.

[♀] Bonus food play, he will kill two birds with one stone by taking in some sugar-free candy or mint beforehand to eat you out. We know how much he loves his sweets after all~ ;) plus the minty tingle would keep things quite literally fresh. (warning: don't mix actual sugar with the vajayjay — not worth it)

Look up BJ blast pop rocks and tell me that won't be the best way to get back at him.

He loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair, hold him close while he ravishes you. He keeps his hair messy for a reason (wants you stuck for as long as possible).

[♀] Just like he has the bobas, if you have the boobas, he loves to motorboat tease them and rest his face between them (even outside of R18 times). There's something about how nipples perk up that he feels real satisfied about.

[♀] Holding onto them while he's hitting that spot? The peaks between his tattooed fingers and feeling the jiggly movement under his palms? That's one of the rare times he has difficulty concentrating on your face.

Aftercare

This can be pre-/post-/in between, but he likes to trace your hip or stomach or other part with his fingers. Maybe solve some math puzzles like a nerd (scenario included below).

He'll clean you up really well. Maybe too well. Don't take up his offer to clean you up in the shower or bath if you're short on time.

I can see him as the big spoon, or even little spoon. Best would be the pillow-talk position, where he just holds you right against him, face-to-face, eye-to-boobage.

Whatever position, just picture him holding you with his fingers interlocked.

He'll tangle his legs with yours and lock you tf in. Need to go to the bathroom? Best of luck. Dude is a clingy Cancer.

He might wax poetic, saying something cheesy like "we fit together like puzzle pieces" or "you're a problem I'm still trying to solve" - feel free to bonk him. Then you'll have some mandarin oranges to share!

Nuzzles & cuddles & kisses, oh my!

He'll fall asleep with his chin resting on your head, or nuzzled against your chest. (omg Memi @toyboxterror shared this art by ivy_rt_ w/ me which is perfect)

Extra for those familiar with cloud8.

re: hunter-prey play - you don’t particularly like nature, but you’ll do it just to outlast him as long as possible (you can be stupid competitive and it reminds you of JCC times) - plus maybe you like the adrenaline spike haha. He makes a convincing predator.

re: orgasm control / rare dom time - you will get some use out of your kill heels after all (psst don’t tell Tenju).

If you’re into consensual somno - the perk is that you don’t have to do anything PLUS it makes Nagumo feel trusted and desired and that gets him off. WIN-WIN & WINK-WONK.

Nagumo may hate his stuffy work wear, but you've convinced him the necktie is a must. To tug on, motioning him to come hither, pulling him into a kiss, he'll pin you down between his arms and deepen it. It becomes ceremony after a long day's work. (thank you Memi for reminding me!!!)

Extra (forgot I had this drafted in Oct - figured I'd include it here)

SakaDays headcanon: Nagumo “I solve Sudoku puzzles in my downtime” Yoichi does rapid mental math in his head and most likely even uses his fingers (wink-wonk).

shared in the ch1 end notes of c o n t r a i l s (Nagumo x F!Reader ***nsfw smut*** fic). [tumblr post link if you wanted to like + reblog]

Probably traces Sudoku on your bare skin, too. The nerd. Here's a smol scenario of a time when you first noticed:

(You and Nagumo are snuggled up) Nagumo: (hand lingering on your hip, he starts tracing patterns on your skin) You: Are you playing tic-tac-toe or something? Nagumo: Hm? Nope. You: (after a few more movements, realizing) Seriously? Sudoku? Nagumo: Yeah, well, I left the book in my other coat, but may as well continue where I left off~ You: Wow. Is that where your mind immediately goes? Lucky me. Nagumo: (slowly moves mathematical ministrations towards your core, purring) Feeling lucky now~?

[azsazz]

Off Grid

Azriel x Reader [Formula One AU]

Summary: Ferrari has signed on rookie driver Dorian Havilliard. Azriel must learn to navigate the 2024 season with a new teammate and his secret relationship, with you, who just so happens to be the team’s media trainer.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,109

Notes: This one goes out to @moosemahboi for the ask this morning 😏 enjoy 😉 (idk why I can’t tag u but hopefully you see this)

Also, sorry if the formatting looks like shit I’m posting this from my phone. I busted this out so fast tho whoops

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“Azriel, how are you feeling knowing that Ferrari has signed young Dorian Havilliard for the 2024 season?” The reporter asks, sitting eagerly on the edge of his seat. He has his phone out, recording Azriel’s responses. The man has been hanging onto every word Azriel has said; him and the other thirty journalists eager to pester him, all cramped within the small room.

Beside him, Cassian snickers under his breath, all too obviously happy that he’s not the one who must suffer this torturous questioning. Azriel refrains from rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. Well, it’s not absurd but it feels like it because it’s been the only question anyone seems to care about right now, they no longer care to ask how the new chassis feels, what his thoughts are about the new Las Vegas race added to the schedule, how he’s projected to be one of the top drivers this season. Was supposed to be one of the top performing drivers of the season. Ever since Ferrari leaked that Dorian Havilliard is making his debut with the team for the first race, it’s been a feeding frenzy for the media, trying to be the first to glean insider information about the fresh meat.

“I think he’ll make a great addition to the team,” is all Azriel offers in response.

He’s hot and sweaty from practice and being blinded by flashes of cameras that don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon isn’t helping his mood in the slightest. It’s the part of his job that he despises the most. All Azriel wants to do is drive, because nothing feels as good as the adrenaline when he’s behind the wheel, but right now all he wants is to go home, not respond to million questions he’s already answered too many times before. And to be honest, he’s kind of pissed about Ferrari signing Dorian Havilliard and nixing Rowan Whitethorn, who has signed on to be McLaren’s first seat after Aedion Ashryver’s accident at the final race of the 2023 season that sent him into early retirement.

There’s a beat of silence, and when it’s clear he has nothing else to say about the matter, someone else pops up from their seat and another question is hurled his way. “And what about your former teammate, Rowan Whitethorn? How is he taking the news of losing his seat to Havilliard?”

The urge to roll his eyes into his fucking skull is so great he almost doesn’t stop it, but the last thing he needs is the team’s media trainer on his case about the appropriate ways to conduct himself during media panels, no matter how pretty she is.

They should be asking this question to Rowan or even Dorian, whenever he begins press for the upcoming season.

“Rowan understands,” he tries to hide the sour tone in his voice. Azriel and Rowan have been driving together for the past three seasons and it’s been one of the best experiences he’s had with a teammate in Formula 1. He knows the constructors are too worried about placing him on the same team as Rhysand or Cassian, who he grew up with at karting school. They’re like brothers and they act like it too, but if they were on the same team the rivalries would feel even more drastic than they already are. “He’s a good driver and talent like his isn’t going away anytime soon.”

Rowan’s new teammate, Hunt Athalar, nods from Azriel’s other side. He and Cassian seem to be enjoying not being pestered with surface-level questions, and Azriel wishes that he was feeling the same.

With a few more unnecessary queries about Dorian, press finally ends. He, Hunt, and Cassian are escorted from the room, the trail of flashes and conversation starting up clinging to his back as he walks.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel mutters to Cassian, who jabs him in the side with a snigger once they’re cleared the room, the door shutting with a loud click behind them. “I hate these interviews.”

“Don’t need to tell me that, mate,” he laughs wholeheartedly, and Azriel glares. “I’m pretty sure everyone can tell. Might want to learn to act like you like it, though. Ferrari won’t keep you if your attitude sucks. But I’m sure that media trainer of yours is about to hunt you down and tell you the same thing.”

Azriel frowns. He thought he’d done a pretty good job at deflecting the questions about his new teammate.

“People like me for me,” Azriel shrugs, defending himself. He’s never been a bullshitter, no matter how badly his team has wanted him to be. This is what the people get, 100% Azriel, take it or leave it. And Ferrari has decided to take it, for the last three seasons. The second half of his sentence is drowned out as Cassian’s snickering becomes full-bodied laughter. “And my trophies speak for themselves.” He doesn’t mean to come off as cocky, but he’d rather be authentically himself than a puppet to the media.

Cassian shakes his head, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. “No, people like me for me,” he winks at Azriel’s glare. “They like you because you’re a decent driver.”

Azriel’s nose crinkles. “Decent? My car is projected to perform even better than Rhys’ this year!”

They three drivers turn down a hall, nodding to the two Haas drivers they pass: Bron and Hart.

“We’ll see, won’t we, Athalar?” Cassian cranes his neck around Azriel, directing the question to the silent driver on his other side. Hunt and Azriel have never been close, but the angel of McLaren offers a genuine smile in response.

“Should be a good season, boys.” Azriel and Cassian share a look. A perfect media-trained answer, Hunt gave. The other driver turns off down another hall, “See you later.”

“What a weirdo,” Cassian mutters once Hunt has disappeared from sight. “Good luck to Ro, having to deal with that.”

Azriel finally rolls his eyes like he’s been wanting to do since he left the press room. “Yeah, and I’m the asshole.”

Cassian huffs and the pair of drivers stop at the end of the hall where it splits to go to their respective driver rooms.

“I’ll see you later, man.”

“Hopefully in a better mood, Azzy,” Cassian chuckles and dips down the hall before Azriel can toss another glare or remark at him.

Shaking his head, Azriel returns to his driver room. He’s going to grab his things and get the fuck out of here, because relaxing at his hotel sounds much better than waiting around here any longer.

A knock on the door interrupts his actions, and Azriel wonders why the Mother fails to grace him with one sliver of luck today.

“Come in,” he grunts, snagging his water from where he left it on top of the desk.

You enter the room with your phone and clipboard in your hands. You’re typing on your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you reply to another email. The water does nothing to quench Azriel’s suddenly dry throat.

He can’t help the way his eyes drag down your body with your attention on your phone, drinking in the sight of you in your pressed pants and professional button up shirt. There’s a lanyard around your neck with your Ferrari employee access printed on it and he wants to wrap his fist around the strap and—

Wherever his mind was drifting off to is completely shattered by your piercing eyes. He hasn’t had enough time to prepare for your apparent annoyance at his attitude during the press conference. You don’t look happy, and neither is his name as it rolls from your lips in a disappointed manner. “Azriel.” You step further into the room. “What the hell was that out there? You know you can’t—”

Your rant is cut off as Azriel consumes the space between you in two long strides, leaning in to slant his lips over yours, eating up your words. You can’t help but to melt into it a little, a lot when his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, brushing up against your tongue in a sensual move.

When he straightens, you’re panting and a bit flushed. Arousal burns through your body like petrol on the track, but you steel yourself against that fire in his eyes, all ready to light you up.

“Not even going to say hello before you start in on me?” Azriel asks, licking his lips. Your eyes follow the motion, and he smirks. The way his body is pressed up against yours and the firm grip of his hands on your hips threatens to distract you further, especially when his red racing suit is slung around his waist, leaving him in that tight, black long sleeve that contours around his lithe body perfectly.

“No,” you agree, and he frowns. “I’m upset with you.”

“Was it something I said?” He cringes at his own lame attempt at a joke, ducking from your serious gaze. “‘M sorry, I’m just sick of all the Dorian questions. They’re not asking anything about the season or the car, only how I feel about a rookie taking Rowan’s seat.”

You ache for him, you really do, but things like this happen in the sport and he’s been in it long enough now that Azriel should know better than to act like this. You can admit, Rowan had been an asset to Ferrari and to Azriel, wriggling his way under the stoic driver’s skin like a worm, burrowing deep into his heart.

“Az, you need to stop playing it like Dorian took his seat on purpose,” you console gently, “We both know that it was Rowan’s time, and he couldn’t resist what McLaren might’ve proposed.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel replies unhappily, retreating to perch on the arm of the small couch. He can accept it, but he doesn’t like it, preferring to blame the new driver instead. “I don’t want to deal with that little punk,” he groans, because the thought of putting up with a cocksure rookie tires him. “Coming in here thinking he owns the damn place.”

“Azriel,” you tut, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on your hip. “That was literally you four years ago.”

“It’s different,” he mutters, but you both know that it’s not.

You abandon your phone and clipboard on the desk in the room before standing between his parted thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His damp hair is slicked back but a strand falls across his forehead and he looks really good like this, head tilted upwards, gold eyes painted with false innocence.

“Why don’t you, instead of being Dorian’s enemy, you become his ally?” You ask softly, fingering the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Because that’s not how the team works, baby,” Azriel sighs, enjoying the way you’re scratching his skin. He wants to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of your neck, maybe take a cat nap or nip at the skin there. “We might drive for the same team, but I’m not looking to be the supporting driver.”

Fuck that. There’s no way he’s letting a rookie take his seat when he’s worked his ass off since he received it. He’s been driving for Ferrari since he first got an in the sport, four years ago. He fought tooth and nail to work up from second seat to first, and Azriel will be damned if Dorian rips it from under him in one season.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you tease your boyfriend a little, poking him on the nose. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, hanging all over each other when anyone could walk into the room, but you can’t resist your draw to Azriel. “It’s not as endearing as it is when you’re jealous that I’m talking to one of the engineers.”

“Don’t remind me,” Azriel grunts, eyes hardening a little. “You’re mine and I don’t like to share.”

You snort, “That much is clear, babe,” you step out of his arms and miss the heat of his body already. You collect your things from the desk and return to him for a quick kiss. You shoot him a final knowing look, dodging his attempts at capturing you against his chest again. “Work on it, Azriel. I mean it.”

He salutes you as you open the door to slip out. “Yes ma’am.”

It shuts quietly behind you and Azriel slumps back onto the couch, sighing.

It’s going to be a long season.

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@iambored24601 @secretlyhers @kylaisra @daily-dose-of-sass wasn’t sure but figured u might want to see this one 😅

[synthshenanigans]

Reblogging this cos 1. I love this idea 2. I love unbertale 3. I put too much thought into the tags & wanna find it later. [Also if anyone here wants to read it, they can see it if they want]

Don't know if it's needed, but TW for mentions of suicide. (It's not really that big, but I still put it just in case.)

If Sans Undertale were to judge them (plus Whole) based on what happened throughout the series, I think it would go something like this:

Heart: Sans would let him pass, but he's most definitely keeping an eye on him. (Trying to shoot Mind)

Mind: Judgement when completing Pacifist, yet you were rude. (Mocking Heart, yet not really committing any acts that would potentially have him earn EXP.) [Is there even a different judgement for being rude during a Pacifist run? I seriously don't even know–]

Soul: Would probably be given a bad time. (Threatening Heart and Mind, threatening suicide, probably killing the two in a few timelines, etc.)

Whole: Would be given a lecture to STOP RESETTING TIMELINES. (Obvious; he would forget five seconds later.)

Headcanon #230

[rocknrollsalad]

rating: t cw: hook up, mentions of sex, nothing on camera but it's implied tags: no upside au, first meeting, animal shelters, another universe another menial job, bad holiday innuendo word count: 1,526

written for @steddiemas prompt "mistletoe"

PART TWO of this thing here (it should stand alone tho)

Eddie lay flat on his back, arms outstretched, somehow still recovering. What the fuck just happened. Good luck? Bad? Eddie still wasn't sure and his brain was mush so no way he was figuring that out now. He’d just gone in to adopt a cat and, sure, yeah, he got a cat (not the one he’d picked out before going in) but it was the signing bonus that had Eddie all confused—and exhausted.

A man far too attractive to be hanging out and “annoying his best friend” as he said, just living life and existing in places Eddie could go was not part of the plan. No fucking way. Yet the guy used his charm and cheesy jokes on Eddie. Talking about kissing under the mistletoe like he'd been sitting there waiting for Eddie to show up. It was nuts.

This was the kind of guy Eddie would dream about. Some dude he caught a glimpse of in the grocery store and an amalgamation of several people that Eddie spent months obsessed over. A created character for fun and fantasy cured only by making some romanceable npc to drop in the game. His friends never let him get those mythical dates.

Instead, this guy was real and throwing himself at Eddie. More affectionate than any of the kittens and twice as adorable, Eddie knew he was in trouble back at the check-in desk. It took one look and Eddie was trying to figure out how to get Steve back to his before he’d learned his name. Nothing had ever worked out so well but Eddie who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

The stars aligned or the dimensions changed, whatever it was, it all worked out. Now Steve was just taking a shower like it was a normal Tuesday and he was in his own home. Eddie wasn’t sure if he could trust his legs yet having his world so thoroughly rocked and this guy was humming songs and using up all the hot water. Even in dreams, though, Eddie wasn’t this nice to himself.

With the shower no longer running, it’d be minutes before Steve came back (unless he bolted) and Eddie would be just as he left him. Naked, exhausted, and happier than he’d been in years. The chipper way Steve got up to shower, he was probably coming back for round two. Something Eddie did not think he had the energy for but, dammit, he’d give it his all. What a way to go out.

It wasn't much but Eddie managed to pull a blanket over himself and snag his phone. A part of him was content in this state. He could manage to find some pajamas or whatever, it wasn't as bad as he was pretending. But why? Why not perform a thank you that'd be awkward to say? Let Steve revel in what he'd done to Eddie.

Steve didn't bolt because he was the perfect man, made in the lab of romance and good hair. He came back to Eddie’s room with a smile that disarmed the joke about getting lost on the way to the front door. He knew the man wanted to be here and, god damn, he wanted him here.

With a towel wrapped around his waist and still damp, Steve stood there looking as gorgeous as before, even with flat, freshly washed hair. Cradled in his arm was Mistletoe, the cat Eddie walked out with because Steve turned Eddie into a pushover with the batting of his eyelashes. Who could resist that? Not Eddie. Despite popular opinion, he was, in fact, human.

In the other hand, Steve held two bottles of water. Presumably from Eddie’s fridge but he wouldn’t put it past the guy to have DoorDashed something whilst in the shower.

To make up for the fact that Eddie hadn’t moved, he went for comedy. Looking side to side. “Did I?? God, was this so good I thought I was in my own house? Are we? Where’d you get those?”

Steve tossed the bottles onto the bed, missing Eddie but landing so close they had to be aimed.

“How’d I find the water?” judgment dripped off every syllable.

“Yeah?” Eddie tried, confidence gone. The joke didn’t land. Or maybe it wasn’t formed right. Words were Eddie's thing and it was bullshit even those were failing him. It was going to take more than slaughtering a hot npc to get over this guy when he finally realized what a loser Eddie was.

“You’ll never believe this. I found them in the last place you’d suspect. I poked around all your cupboards and closets but they were in the fridge! So weird.”

Oh, fuck him.

That bitchiness shouldn’t be hot. Why was that so hot? Eddie should have wanted to punch him for it. At least mock him back and crack jokes along with him. Instead, he could almost feel his pupils turning into cartoon hearts.

Who was he turning into? First, adopting a cute little kitten when the least metal name of the lot and now he’s swooning over some guy’s quick but insulting comebacks? Maybe this wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.

A half-hearted laugh was enough of a reply for Steve.

“And of all places, man, you keep your fridge in the kitchen. It’s been very surprising here.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie groaned, finally finding a good thought.

Steve climbed back into the other side of the bed, nudging the water toward Eddie again. Saying drink this in every way but actually using the words. Also hot.

“What we should talk about is why your fridge makes you look like a serial killer. You’ve got one expired jar of pickles, two of those gross cheese singles, and a case of water. There isn’t even ketchup, man.”

“The liquor is in the freezer,” Eddie said, taking a pause. There was something better to say there.

“With the body parts.” they both said, a few seconds apart.

Steve gave a condescending pat to Eddie’s chest, proud of him for making it to the joke finally. Eddie wanted to roll over on his stomach to put his chin in his hands and kick his feet in the air. This was disgusting. He hadn’t been this head over heels before and as various love songs started to make sense, he watched his dream man scoop up a pillow to make a comfy spot for the cat.

“You also don’t have…anything, like at all, for Mistletoe,” Steve said.

He cracked open a bottle of water and Eddie thought he was going to take a drink, a logical assumption, but again it was pushed towards Eddie. So Eddie pulled himself up to mostly sit as he leaned against the headboard and squirmed the pillows into something comfortable. He drank the offered water, if only for Steve.

Once he did, Steve picked up the other bottle and opened it for himself. He sat with one leg tucked in and the other dangling off the bed, scratching Mistletoe on the head. Eddie was already planning their forever but the wedding date was getting closer and closer. How long did one have to have a marriage license before saying "I do"?

“Well,” Eddie finally countered. Attitude packed in so he didn’t have to admit the water felt amazing and was, actually, very needed. “I thought I’d go in, see if me and Krampus got along, and then I could swing by the pet store on the way home. Hadn’t really expected to pick up anything…one else.”

Steve wiggled his eyebrows and Eddie imagined if they were any younger, he’d pump his fist in the air like he’d scored the winning goal or whatever.

“Not very responsible of you,” Steve’s eyes narrowed, the judgment was nothing compared to the talk of Eddie’s fridge. This was playful and Eddie had an idea of what was going on.

And before he overthought things, Eddie took a chance he was right. “Thing is, I know a guy at the animal shelter and he…lets me do whatever I want.”

There were a few beats where Steve pretended to think. “For a price.”

“I can’t offer much but what I’ve got is yours.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Eddie regretted them. How disgusting and sappy. Steve was probably going to get up and leave. Eddie would. Hell, he wanted to now. Not Steve, though. He leaned forward, which untucked the towel, and stole a kiss.

Soft, passionate, and curled Eddie’s toes. He was still sensitive enough it earned an unfair reaction and it was almost like Steve knew that. He lingered in Eddie's space, smelling of Eddie's soap, and grinning like the devil.

When Steve slowly pulled back and perched back on the edge of the bed, Eddie said, “Not in front of the children.” and reached out to cover Mistletoe’s eyes.

There was an easy and meaningless eye roll thrown his way. "There go my plans then," Steve teased. "Guess you better get dressed so we can go get this little guy some supplies because…I have plans for the night."

[sitp-recs]

top 10 drarry fics by the sheer force of the feels they gave you? not necessarily good feels! things you remember primarily because they hit hard in some way.

obviously, i'd also love to hear exactly how/why they hit hard if you're up for sharing that!

Oh that’s such a wonderful ask, thank you! I’m sorry for the late reply, the 10 fics came easily bc whenever I see those titles I get immediately transported back to where I was and what I felt reading them for the first time. But putting into words what exactly makes them heartkick-y for me was a bit more challengeging. It’s usually a “when you feel it you know it” kind of thing (and quite literally too, as sometimes it manifests as an actual physical reaction!) but more often than not the fic just clicks for me and there’s no rationale behind it. As Clarice Lispector said: “I suppose that understanding myself is not a question of intelligence but of feeling. It either touches you, or it doesn't."

Anyhoo, I tried my best to keep this short and sweet but since I’ve written individual recs for almost all these fics, I thought I’d include them too :) thanks again, this was super fun! And I’d love to read about your picks as well 👀

An Emerald In The Sky by corvuscrowned | my rec

it doesn’t get more romantic than star-crossed lovers doomed by time travel!!!! (see also: my thoughts on The Eighth Tale by lettered). this is my brand of melancholy, something about the constant yearning, the beauty of stolen moments in liminal space, the unfairness of it all… ugh

Far From the Tree by aideomai | my rec

fft has altered my brain chemistry and ruined me forever with its tender devastation, I had such a visceral reaction to it - to the point of feeling dizzy and feverish. a simple time travel concept (this is my kryptonite istg) but the epic storytelling! the gratification! the bittersweet ending! rereading it would kill me but what a way to go

Forgive Those Who Trespass by Lomonaaeren

easily one of the most haunting and terrifying fics I’ve ever read, one jumpscare after the other but so creative and well-written I was too busy collecting my jaw from the floor to talk myself out of it lol

Little Compton Street by writcraft | my rec

as a queer woman, this one feels extremely personal and is very dear to my heart. I’ll never forget the emotions I felt learning about queer history and finding a sense of peace and belonging. lcs feels like coming home 🏳️‍🌈

Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton

this was my first bb fic and their sense of humor just blew my mind. I was so impressed by the smooth world building, by their wit and clever political commentary. I just couldn’t stop laughing. the dialogue is so good it makes me wanna weep, I can’t explain how much joy and comfort this fic gave me

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore

full disclosure: my reading experience was shaped by the fact that I didn’t realize the tagged disability would be major and permanent 🤡 by the time I noticed I was so emotionally invested I couldn’t stop. one of the most painful reads I’ve ever endured, worth it tho

Running on Air by eleventy7 | my rec

introspective fics are my jam and this one was just what I needed while working through some shit at a turning point in my life. so I guess it was more about finding the right fic at the right time, and I’m hit by mixed feelings of catharsis and nostalgia every time I revisit roa.

Still Life (orphaned) | my rec

my definition of a perfect shortfic. gorgeous prose, flawless execution, the “nothing is happening but everything is changing” vibes I live for, one of the best Harry pov I’ve ever read and an ending that always makes me gasp in awe. few authors can write complex emotions so effortlessly as seefin, absolute masterclass

Super Rich Kids by trishjames | my rec

criminally underrated, this story broke my heart but also gave me such a THRILL. I usually avoid substance abuse in fic but something about Draco’s spiral journey felt so raw it kept me at the edge of my seat. devastating but also a surprisingly funny and exciting thriller. the range!!!

The Long Fall by tackytiger | my rec

as someone who’s never been into kid fic and family dynamics, this was a punch on the solar plexus and rearranged my whole view about this trope. I was deeply moved by Harry’s longing for a family of his own and despite not having or wanting kids, this still felt really cathartic and changed me in a way I can’t quite explain.

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jijijiyeoniennie BITCH YOU KILLED IT YESTERDAY!!

lunalover Jiyeonie you are an angel on this earth 😩

ddadduuu girl– I am begging you, hide Jeonghan right the fuck now 🥲

lunaattire MOMMYYYY 🥵

jeongnadaily she’s really posting this acting like nothing happened, as if carats didn’t fucking spot her and Jeonghan holding hands in the streets of Berlin 🙃

↳ nananunu holding hands. swaying them back and forth. interlocked fingers. not once letting go… they don’t care no more 😩

↳ jxjforever I am convinced they are dating and this is their last date before Hannie’s enlistment…

↳ napipopeta thank you for reminding me he’s going to be bald soon 🥰

emilycarat17 LUNA I LOVE YOU 💕💕💕

caratforever17 I love you but y’all forgot to perform Ash and Shadow 🥲

hanniehaeee I can’t be the only one over analyzing that caption— like… am I insane!?

↳ svt-luna NO CAUSE SAME!! Ik she’s talking about how much she’s enjoyed her time there performing and everything but… there is something not being said 🫠

↳ woowonwoo “always be my yes” “always and forevermore, now more than ever” Call me insane but she’s either in love or those are song lyrics 🤔🤷

↳ moonlightbae I don’t like overthinking much about such things and clearly it’s just Luna voicing her gratitude for carats in Berlin but… “always and forevermore, now more than ever” is throwing me tf off fr.

jeongnaupdates the my melody leaves 😩😩

gyugyugyu10 girl– you’re not slick, we all know that’s Jeonghan on the last pic

babymoon Jiyeon you just might as well have captioned this “I love being in love in Berlin” and we would have called it a day 🤭

angeltwins how was the date, miss thing? You can’t fool us and say it was friendly— because there is absolutely no way you and Jeonghan be holding hands, hugging, smiling and shit in public like that for it to be “friendly” 🫥

luuuunaaanie girl just confirm it already, we won’t tell 🤐

missbitch Jiyeon I saw you and Jeonghan yesterday at the park but didn’t want to disturb you two!! I wanted to tell you how much I love you guys and how you’re my bias 😩🥺🩵

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↳ lunabae thank you for being so respectful, we would have loved to meet you, love. And I love you too, so much! Hannie says he love you too 🩷

↳ missbitch WATDAFECEJDHUEHEUEGEHEHEHBE LUNA l love you wtf?!?

↳ kwanienie YOU JUST WON THE GAME OF MOTHERFUCKING LIFE RIGHT THERE !!!

↳ thelunanova are you telling me you just saw Han and Luna IN PERSON on their “friendly” date and now THE Bae Jiyeon herself not only replied to you but she also told you she loved you… but not only that THE Yoon Jeonghan did too!?? GOODBYE I—

↳ svtrighthere17 she also called her “love” GOD HAS FAVORITES 😭 happy for you tho

↳ lunadaily SEE!!! THIS IS WHAT BEING MINDFUL AND RESPECTFUL OF THEIR SPACE GETS YOU!! ALL YOU WEIRDOS SHOULD LEARN THE SAME!!

↳ dinothedinosaur ^^^^^ THIS! ^^^^^

hannniee let’s all act surprised once they do confirm their relationship 🤠

jeongnashipper are you telling me we won’t get Jeongna for about two motherfucking years?! NOOOOOOOOOO

cutiesexylovely everybody jokingly saying that they’ll be in their military wife era but do you guys know who the literal military wife is?… Bae Jiyeon🥲

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IVE GOT MORE THUNDER LEGION/RAIJINSHUU CRUMBS THAT IM GOING TO EXPLODE ABOUT

CW: FAIRY TAIL GAME 2 SPOILERS BELOW

tagging @freedjustinemywife and @selfawarecobalt (also if youre reading this come join us on the thunder legion community)

Before I get to the goods I wanted to point out something that made me laugh:

Wendy has often said in the game how much she admires Laxus’ kinder side (not her calling him the gay uncle of the guild) but whenever she does so MIRA almost always reminds her and the player that ‘nah i remember when u did this shit back in 2009’ ITS SO FUNNY

OK NOW HERES A CUTE EXCHANGE OF ELFMAN GIVING LAXUS GIFTS (i don’t understand the occasion tho, xmas during the war?? idkk) FROM THE THUNDER LEGION

my freakout thoughts:

bixlow making a mini doll???? im gonna cry thats so fucking CUTE,,, imagining bixlow sitting down to carve one out for laxus with a silly face,,ough,,bixlow is so sweet i NEED TO SEE HIM

freed knitting a sweater.....ok so the entire thunder legion are all arts and crafts oriented ok i will explode. AND A PROTECTION ENCHANTMENT TOO?? the bodyguarding never stops even if he's offscreen he's still got it FUCKK i miss my wife. and youre so right elfman WEAR IT LAXUS U DICK. also,,,,laxus recognized the sweater from the pattern itself so freed has knitted things with that similar pattern before...AUGHHHHH freed knitting the thunder legion and laxus outfits what if i suddenly combusted

EVERGREEN MAKING A STEWWWW and the elfever crumbs with chef evergreen and taste tester elfman,,,man if elfman doesnt marry her I WILL. this is quite possibly the softest and coziest little side event ever, where the hell is the thunder legion when i'm freezing in my apartment....

ALL 3 OF THEM GIVING LAXUS CASH JUST IN CASE ok this reminds me of the talks i had with @yellow-guiding-lantern about the thunder legion being the keepers/the only ones who could reign in rabid dog laxus, this just affirms whats TRUE theyre taking care of his dumb ass

moving on:

youre so right lucy the thunder legion DOES love him im so sick of them /aff (if i dont see them soon i will make it on international news)

THUNDER LEGION FORMATION CRUMBS????

i always did wanna learn how they got to be together and though i know the gaiden had its own interpretation i wondered how else it could have happened, and this is a very interesting and different approach the way FREED is the one who wants to fight laxus first (angry freed????? CAN I SEE????)

i have so many questions like?? why did he get so angry??? did laxus break a rule that enraged him?? like maybe threatening the safety of others??? did freed give laxus a good fight?? were bixlow and evergreen involved at this point??? and what does that mean freed only wanted laxus for his strength???? elaborate??????

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD

mira is so funny the way she can quickly uncover laxus' facade of trying to stay tough and hard, in the source material + game she's always been the anchor of staying true to one's feelings. in other words, she's all "aaaaaaahhh i caught you caring"

elfman catching laxus blushing too HAHAHA his whiteness will work against him. (also- manhood????? was there no other word they could have used???)

NOT TOO MUCH ON THE THUNDER LEGION LUCY??? to be fair i also love gift giving, i love to give my friends lots of little things i know they'll love so i don't see the "obsessiveness" of this.

MY TAKEAWAYS:

Mirajane Strauss will forever be Laxus' greatest opp (undefeated streak)

the Thunder Legion are the best gift givers in the guild, they're the equivalent of the rich aunties who want to spoil you rotten

I want to see no more Freed characterization calling him a pushover or cheerleader for Laxus, he's literally the one consistently defying his arrogance ON AND OFF SCREEN🗣️

Laxus and the Thunder Legion are private people, but everyone can see their love and devotion to each other and I think that's so beautiful

If I don't see new Thunder Legion content soon WHERE I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM another CEO will pay for it