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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years ago

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DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

��Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him.

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn.

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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tobeornottotc · 4 years ago

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WE BEST LOVE RANT- warning probably is insensitive or whatever but I just had to get it out!

Wasn’t going to complain but I had to because y’all are just filling up the whole tag, the whole drama list, everywhere with negativity about every single thing. If i’m reading the show’s outlines right then look. It’s a trope done before but it’s one that’s important to see. Shide likes to deal with problems on his own because that’s how he grew up, the father probably gave him a different option to end up with Shuyi later, which is to wait until he becomes the owner of his fathers company, Shuyi is on the verge of being promoted to his father’s role hence why the company acquisition storyline is important, but shareholders and others are looking for ways to get rid of him, its why he’s so pressured to fire these people with no emotion, the father probably believed their relationship won’t last, and won’t be worth the eyes on Shuyi looking for reasons to get rid of him. Shide’s promise to the father probably was to back of until that’s sorted which is why immediately he reunites with Shuyi he understands his anger but pretends like everything is normal (because he doesn’t think they’ve broken up, they’re just on a pause for a while), I don’t think he knows about the cheating misunderstanding if he did he would have acted more desperately he just thought Shuyi will have a hard time understanding and would be angry he just didn’t expect him to be so heartbroken since he sent him messages telling him there’s a reason and he should wait. It’s still stupid but Shide wanted a desperate way to let the dad accept him and Shuyi, and to protect Shuyi’s future as ceo, he didn’t want any issues for Shuyi.

As stupid as the story is; it was very Shide to be a noble idiot and do this so people complaining about how tired the trope is, we best love didn’t promise to be a new unique outstanding different BL calm the fuk down. It’s just a normal BL using the same tropes written well and acted well. People all of a sudden shouting and complaining is just so exhausting like stop watching the show if you don’t like watching the same tropes over and over again. Or accept that tropes can be repeated and still be interesting, it’s not lazy writing, it’s not problematic writing because the characters are all humans, they can be flawed, they can make mistakes, the fu*king can act in a way that has already been told to us that they act in, so why are people making people feel bad for wanting to enjoy a good BL? Urgh.

I get that the couch scene is non consensual, I get that we all want PC culture and we want things to be shown that way. It is not okay that the music used was romantic, however the couch scene is not meant to be seen as romantic, it’s not meant to be seen as something that is wanted. Shide is broken at that moment and his most worst angry version of himself, it’s not an excuse, but it’s understandable. And yes I’m allowed to understand why the characters act the way they’re acting, like they have been separated for 5 FUCKING YEARS so there’s a lot of angst, pain, anguish, automatic longing, toxicity that is brewing between them but this is not SURPRISING. The show isn’t saying to anyone this is right? No one is applauding the fact that they slept together because it’s not a good thing. But everyone who’s making people feel bad for wanting to like a scene that represented a predictable character action that was going to happen one way or another, like just stop! No one is bad or a pervert, or wrong for wanting to say that scene was good writing, no one is bad for wanting to say that scene was acted well, no one should feel guilty or messed up in the head for understanding why that scene happened.

Second to all the people feeling triggered, I get you, I understand why non/dubious consent is an issue believe me i understand but at the same time it has been warned time and time again that the 15 minute couch scene was going to be bad, the actors themselves has said it, the tags have been filled with it, it was obvious this was going to happen, if you get triggered by stuff like this, and you know you get triggered by this why watch? why choose to come to the episode and watch, you had time to stop if it triggers you so badly, I’m sorry for being insensitive but I’m also a victim of this so i’m also being insensitive to my self, and I didn’t get triggered, cause I understood why it is was written this way but if I knew this would be a problem i would have listened to the warnings and just backed off.

For everyone else? I mean how else do you think these two were going to confront what they feel when there’s alcohol involved? There’s reasons why the writer used alcohol as a tool to break down Shide, Shide is problematic already and this is him being that way amped up because he has no control. I am not defending ass*ult, or non consent, but I’m tired with all the people who keep saying the people who understand why this scene is written are what’s wrong with the world because god forbid we don’t want to end the show, and send hate repeatedly and negativity because we feel uncomfortable but expected to feel uncomfortable since the beginning of this show? This scene is not a shock? This might be problematic to some people and you can think whatever you want to think about me, but this tag has been really annoying, everywhere apart from weibo and maybe twitter, is just negativity. Just tiring and this is not just about the comments about the scene, or the ass*ult, its more than that, everyone is having a fu*king problem with everyTHINg. Jesus.

will probably delete this later.

#we best love #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #fighting mr.2nd #fighting mr second #bl series #bl drama #shi de x shu yi #gao shide

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closer-stars · 4 years ago

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Gut Feeling (6)

Member: San Genre: bit of angst, kinda better tho?? Word Count: 6.6k Content: A bit better than the last chapter. Food mention as per usual. Maturity. Note: HELLO AFTER A MONTH. I AM BACK. This one is a lot shorter than the other chapters, idk it just felt right. Second half of this series of sorts amen. It’s not a lot but... i guess you can consider it as those type of stuffs that needed to happen ??? Yes. I tried my best amidst everything that happened recently ;; As usual I’ll update this with links after 24 hours. Tag list: @barsformars @shinyddeonghwa @yeotlny @hwaberrykiwi @miniyeo @seoultraveller @frankenstein852

Part 5

It’s back to work but you’re a little dazed. The two rest days did you good to a certain degree but having to go back into the swing of things was a bit of a challenge for you. Even if the managers would give you updates, it’s different when seeing it in real time. So here you are, back in the office, catching up on everything.

You head out to the kitchen to get your bottle refilled with water only to be greeted by San himself. Out of surprise, your heart does a little flip. You don’t know why you’re surprised though, usually at this time he and the boys should still be in the studio. Also, you’re the one who’s bringing them home tonight.

San looks up from his phone, just as surprised as you are to see you. “Hey, how are you feeling now?” He asks, his voice soft and careful.

He’s not ignoring you?

You make your way to the water dispenser, refilling your bottle. “A lot better, thank you.” You say, which comes off more as a murmur. Though it was true, you weren’t really sure of how to approach him since that talk with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It’s constantly fight or flight and knowing you, it’s usually a little bit of both.

“Can we talk?” He starts carefully. At his voice, you look up from your bottle. Your eyes study the male carefully. You can’t keep running anymore you suppose.

“Five minutes. Go.”

He didn’t expect you to cooperate like that but he’ll take it even with the time limit. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for thinking that you and Seonghwa liked each other--”

You and Seonghwa, again. You had questions but you let him continue.

He sees how your eyes narrow at him and he feels fear course through his body. “for making things more difficult for everyone, especially you. You don’t deserve that, I still have feelings for you yeah but I understand if you don’t…” he trails off, trying to catch his breath after saying everything. “I just-- you deserve an apology after everything I caused.”

Something inside you snaps though. You’ve harbored enough frustration from how everything was going and to hear him come clean about his assumptions just made you see white. “That’s the thing with you idols, you suddenly get so used to getting everything so quickly, you think everything is reachable with a snap of your fingers. San, wake up, please. That’s not how life works, that’s not how relationships work. Not everything’s going to be fast and easy...” You refrain yourself from cursing him out, instead, you let out a sigh. “San, relationships, romantic or not, those take time.” Internally, you had to admit those words were harsh but you had to say it. You were tired. Tired from the growing workload of finding the common ground with clients, you barely had time to process everything since the near dating scandal. You ended up actually putting your account on private a few days after the chaos on social media.

It’s past five minutes already and you let him go to his scheduled practice with the boys. “Go. The boys are waiting for you.” You state, catching sight of a concerned Yunho standing by the door.

He’s never seen your eyes so cold yet so hot at the same time. It doesn’t take much to know that there’s pain in those eyes and it hurts to know that he’s the reason behind the pain. Knowing better than to push, he nods and bids you goodbye. You watch him jog over to Yunho who seems to be eyeing San then you with concern. It would be stupid of you to underestimate his smarts, so you shake your head, before turning away from them. You don’t want them to see you cry. You try your best to keep yourself together, you’ve cried enough over this matter, it’s pathetic.

When San enters the studio, Yunho gives the two oldest members a look, enough for everyone to know that he had talked to you, regardless of how it could end.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Seonghwa asks carefully, bringing him aside away from everyone’s ears first. While it’s a blessing that the group feels emotions so strongly, especially for the sake of performing, there were times where intense emotions become scary to deal with. When the younger shakes his head, they know better than to press him when things are still so fresh.

Hongjoong glances at the two of them and nods. “Let’s try to clean half of the choreography tonight.” That would probably be enough to have San’s focus on something else.

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You’re back in your office, thinking about what had happened. You know you would need to sit San down and get a clearer picture of everything eventually. Your phone buzzes, reminding you that the boys have to eat soon.

[ You to Hongjoong ] Do you guys have money for dinner?

You hover over the send button, deciding as to whether or not to send the message or just buy them food. It’s already 8PM and for sure those boys were hungry. You don’t really know what their routine is when it comes to choreography work especially with how stacked their schedule is, it could be anything. “Fuck it.” You delete the message and make your way to the nearest restaurant. You make sure to wear a mask before leaving the premises, already paranoid from past events.

If there’s one thing you’re grateful about, it’s how the boys are already regulars for the nearby restaurants. All you have to do is say their names and show your proof of relation with the boys and the company to get things moving. You stay outside the premises, not wanting to take up a table that could be for someone who plans to dine in.

[ You to Hongjoong ] Bought you guys food, will be there in half an hour max. Buy yourselves a drink or whatever in the 7/11 just give me the receipt afterwards.

[ Hongjoong to You ] ryan_salute_sticker

You chuckle at the reply and wait patiently outside, watching people come and go as the week comes to an end once more. The staff comes out with bags of food ready for you. “We put a little something for you as well, it’s on us.” She says, gesturing to the food container that has your name on it. The look on your face makes her chuckle lightly. “Don’t worry about it. Tell the boys that we’re looking forward to them visiting us again after their promotions.” With that, you flash her a bright smile, promising to relay their thoughts to them.

By the time you return, you could hear the boys messing around in the studio. Not that you minded, they do deserve to have some fun every one in a while. As you set the food down on the table, two figures suddenly make their way to the kitchen. An excited scream that could only come from Wooyoung startles you. “Meat!! Oh my god is that what I think it is?” He exclaims zooming towards you with his energy drink in hand. Hongjoong follows him a few seconds after, still drinking what seems to be orange juice.

You let Wooyoung do his thing, already so excited over food. “Can you get the others?” You ask Hongjoong, as you make sure that Wooyoung doesn’t create a mess. It’s not that you think Wooyoung’s incapable of being responsible, it’s that you know that when he gets excited, hell can break loose.

You eat at the second table, at least you had the company of the other members that you don’t get to talk to often. It was a nice change of pace, though still as hyper as their peers they know how to slow down. Though the conversation was on something you didn’t quite understand (see: dramas), you didn’t mind hearing the boys talk about it with such excitement. Mingi and Jongho were kind enough to give you context especially when you looked a little lost.

“Manager-nim! We’re done for the day.” Hongjoong says once you peek out from Jongho’s side.

“Oh? Okay that’s good, just take your time eating. I’m bringing you guys home anyways.” Those words make the boys bustle with energy. From the looks of things, it’s been a while since it was you who brought them home.

It’s the same thing on the way home. The boys calming down in the car as the food coma hits them: San’s knocked out in his seat, slouched against Wooyoung’s side who’s busy on his phone. Hongjoong was the same, except he was leaning against Seonghwa who was also asleep. Mingi and Yunho were busy on their phones as well, looking for new music to listen to. Jongho is seated next to you, still awake. “Jongho?” He responds with a polite hum, still drinking his water. “Just what was your schedule today? Everyone’s so tired.” You were used to them sleeping on the way home but something about today just feels so different.

Jongho laughs softly, his shoulders rising a little in the process. “Ah, it’s mostly preparations for upcoming stages. We have concert appearances in the next few weeks so we just really drilled the cleaning earlier. I think Hongjoong-hyung had a radio appearance yesterday too so he could only catch up on sleep here and there.” He explains. “The others also did vocal training and dance training in their spare time.”

You glance at the boys through the rearview mirror. No wonder they were more exhausted than usual. “How about you? How are you faring with all of these?” It’s a question that must be asked especially to someone who tries their best to be just as dependable as their hyungs.

“Me?” He repeats the question before pursing his lips for a moment. “I’ll admit that it gets tiring.” He looks over his shoulder. It’s no surprise the rest of the boys have fallen asleep. “But I’m happy doing what I’m doing. As for the recent thing happening between you and San…” This boy really doesn’t beat around the bush. “He’s matured,” he reassures you. “He’s learned from his mistakes.” Truthfully, you weren’t sure of how to respond to such a statement but you let him continue. “Let him make up for his shortcomings. You can depend on us too.” You weren’t sure if he’s the third or fourth person to tell you that, regardless you find comfort in his words.

He sees your body relax slightly as you drive. He doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to get you to date his hyung, rather to see him as someone who feels sorry for what he’s done and genuinely wants to make up for it. “Thank you for your words, Jongho.” You admit softly, easing the car into its parking spot. “Help me wake up the boys?” You ask once you’ve switched off the engine.

“Cover your ears.”

“Jongho, it’s past midnight. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

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You had a mix of now wide awake boys and still groggy boys in the elevator with you. Of course, Jongho looked a little too proud of his doing. Hongjoong didn’t have the heart to get mad, he was clearly improving in his singing and control. You let a still sleepy Wooyoung lean against you as the elevator goes up. Holding up a sleepy twenty something year old was a little tricky but at least he wasn’t drunk. You had made sure their floor was the first destination, they’re tired. They need the rest more than you do.

Once the elevator notifies everyone of the floor. You gently shake Wooyoung awake. “Hey, we’re here.” You say softly. It’s thanks to Yeosang and Jongho who manage to wake him up, a few insistent pokes apparently do the trick. “Sleep well guys.” You wave them goodbye. Those who were awake bid you a good night. Your eyes flit over to San, his shoulders seem a bit lighter now.

You wonder what made him look a lot lighter now. Maybe Jongho was right.

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You’re in your sleepwear now, nursing a hot cup of tea as you think about the events that went down today. Your phone in your free hand as you read through your conversation with San. It’s hard to admit but you did have your own shortcomings. A thoughtful sip and a deep breath. You owe him something too.

San’s in his room, already in bed, as he was just waiting for Yunho to return from the shower.

Ka-talk!

His phone vibrates with a new message. It’s from you but it’s an audio clip. He reaches over for his earphones. It takes a while for him to play the clip, a little fearful of what it carries. “Hey San.” Your voice sends a shock over his body. He didn’t expect you to actually send him something. “Listen, i’m doing this because i can’t look at you outside work, as far as i know, for now at least. I can see why people like you San, i really do…” Your voice trails off and San has to glance at his screen to make sure if it wasn’t cut off. “I will admit, if things happened differently, I probably would have caught feelings for you too.” A small part of him twists at those words but it was something that didn’t surprise him. “For now, still, I need time and distance unless it’s needed for work for us to talk. Everything you told me…” Another pause. “I need time to process that San.” He understands that and he stares at the screen count down what’s left of the audio clip. “I do forgive you but I need time to heal.” He smiles softly at the last few words. He didn’t want your romantic feelings at this point, being forgiven was the best thing for the time being.

“What’s up?” Yunho asks. Out of surprise from the sudden voice, San accidentally drops his phone on his face. Yunho pokes his head from his bed to see San clutching his nose in pain. “Are you okay?” The older asks in alarm.

“When did you finish your shower?! I didn’t hear you.” San complains once the pain ebbs away. He lifts himself up, eyeing the other through narrowed eyes.

Yunho shrugs, running his fingers through his still slightly damp hair. “Two minutes ago? You were busy on your phone so you probably didn’t hear me.” He explains. That made sense, his volume was around 70% so he wouldn’t be able to hear Yunho enter the room unless he started playing League.

“Sorry about that..” San says rubbing the back of his neck. He recounts the voice note with just the important details: you forgave him but you need time to heal. Something in Yunho relaxes at the news. Your reaction makes sense, but also seeing San look like something has been lifted off of him were good things. Even if it seems like something’s still bothering him, he still looks better as compared to the past few months.

Yunho shakes his head, dismissing the younger’s apology. “I’m just glad things are kinda patching up with you and them.” He yawns through his thoughts. “Let’s talk about this when we wake up. I’m too tired.”

San looks at his phone again. It’s 2AM. They need sleep, at least their day starts at a later time.

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While San and Yunho discussed your voice note, you were in your room, biting your lip in thought after that voice note you sent. You like what you were doing but you didn’t think the price to pay for a hectic job would be like this. Did other managers go through this type of issue as well? Fingers fly through the keyboard as you look for a certain draft in your emails. You read through it again a few more times, asking yourself over and over if this is a good idea.

The answer comes when you change a few things here and there in the letter. If it still lingers in your head after this week, then you’ll push through with the change. Making decisions at near two in the morning wasn’t always the best idea. For now, you need to rest to prepare for the next day.

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You wait for the boys outside their dorm, knowing that by now, they’re nearly done getting ready for another day in the studio. If you remember right, their choreographers have managed to create a choreography for one of their songs that they have yet to perform. The boys come out of their dorm in their training clothes and you give them a quick scan, to make sure it’s all eight of them.

“Manager-nim!! Did you sleep well?” Leave it to Wooyoung to still continue to cling to you. It’s nice to know some of the members are morning people still despite the hectic schedules they have.

You think back to last night and your decisions but you don’t let them in on it. “Yeah, sleeping after a long day in work seems to feel a little different.” You say brightly. This causes Wooyoung to sulk at your words.

“Are we a handful, Manager-nim?” He asks in a tone that makes certain members glare at him, also he’s now clinging to you. None of the members have the heart to make him stop, but they do pose themselves to hit him.

With your free hand, you pat his head. “No, you’re not~” You return in a light enough tone that just fans the flames of Wooyoung’s antics. In response, you snort much to his disappointment. “Come on. After tomorrow, you got a concert to perform in so it’s all rehearsals and meetings for your upcoming photoshoots.”

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While you’re in your workspace, fixing the schedule with their personal schedules in mind, Yoon comes to you with a grin. “Hey, good news.” He greets you with an iced bottle of coffee from the 7/11 downstairs.

You glance at the coffee then at the male who’s still beaming. “What’s up? Did you get a raise?” You ask as you twist the cap open. Iced macchiato.

“Manager Hwang’s coming back earlier than expected!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your gaze turns to him, surprised but also partly relieved to have the guy back soon. “Really? I thought he’d be back much later.” You say, clearly taken aback. “Also hey!” You quickly add. “If you wanted me out, just say so.”

Your joke makes the guy panic, realizing his words could be misunderstood. “No way! You’re amazing to work with. Hwang has to experience working with you.” He explains quickly. “I’m excited because this also means, you’ll see how great he is in FIFA.”

FIFA? The football video game?

You were about to laugh at his panicked expression until he mentions a video game. “Wait, I was joking about you wanting me out also, FIFA? What about it?” You didn’t really play video games growing up. You watched your cousins play but never really had an interest in playing.

“You haven’t seen how competitive the boys get with video games huh?”

“I’ve heard stories but never seen it happen in real time.”

He grins. Truly, like idol, like manager. “You will soon.”

You press send on the email after making sure it’ll be directed to all the parties involved in the decision. You suppose Hwang’s return is a sign that you’ve been looking for. The request would only be effective by his return as you did keep your side of the agreement.

The only thing you can do now as you wait for their response is to work. Your phone rings with a reminder, time to bring them to meet the stylists for an upcoming photoshoot. Though, you do remember that the stylists themselves are the ones who are visiting rather than the boys.

[ You to Hongjoong ] Make sure to look presentable, the stylists are coming within an hour.

You look around the office and the kitchen for the refreshments for the stylists. Once successful, you put them by the counter in the kitchen. The fitting and meeting were mostly going to happen in the studio; enough room to move for eight boys and probably three stylists. You didn’t really get a number of how many were coming today.

Fortunately for them, their schedule had enough breathing room for them to make themselves look well kept after a long time in the studio. Once everything was prepared for later, you decide to check in on them. The music playing wasn’t their songs now, rather songs from the artists they look up to. You peek through the sliver of clear glass from the door to see what they were doing.

San and Yunho were messing around in the room, eliciting laughs from the rest of the members. The two were running around and were actually on beat with the music. The scene in front of you makes you laugh to yourself: they were doing okay. As you straightened yourself again, to return to your office, the door opens enough for the muffled bass to be amplified. You look over and it’s Mingi. “Manager-nim! Did you need something?” He asks, even with the hint of exhaustion in his eyes, he still had so much energy in him to flash such a bright smile at you.

His question surprises you but you suppose he saw you peeking earlier. “No, no. I just wanted to check on you guys since the stylists will be here in roughly an hour.” You explain, gesturing that you were on your way back to your office.

Someone calls out your name in between laughter. It’s Wooyoung. “Manager-nim!” He calls out, running over towards the both of you. “We need a tie breaker.” Huh? He doesn’t explain much but tries to get you to join. You glance at Mingi and it takes him awhile to understand why, to which he starts to crack up.

“What’s going on?” Your voice carries apprehension. Now, you know these boys can barely hurt a fly, but these boys are capable of doing the weirdest things for the sake of entertainment. These are eight boys who will have a competition on who can stuff the most ramen noodles into their mouth in one go. The other two managers have become unfazed to their antics while you have yet to see just how far they can go. You’re not quite sure if you could handle them at their highest peak of beagle-like energy.

“Manager-nim,” Wooyoung starts, now holding up a pen as if it were a microphone. “Are you a mint-choco fan or a mint-choco anti?” He asks, now posing the pen near your lips.

You stare at him in disbelief, then at the seven boys who seem to await your answer. “W-wait.” You push the pen a little farther from you and gesture to the others. “What are their answers?” It was obvious for you that San and Mingi were into mint chocolate, while Seonghwa and Hongjoong being the two who weren’t into it.

Wooyoung answers it for you with ease, though with a hint of impatience. “San, Mingi, Jongho and I are into it. Seonghwa-hyung, Hongjoong-hyung and Yeosang aren’t. Yunho’s neutral on it.” To you the answer was already obvious that a majority leaned towards liking the flavor.

“Guys, I’m just…” You trail off trying to find the right words. The silence makes Hongjoong jump into it.

“Manager-nim doesn’t like it either! Bleh~” He exclaims, looking all proud. Rare was the sight of Hongjoong being mischievous in front of you.

“N-no, it’s just, I don’t really mind it. If it’s there, I’ll eat it. If it’s not there, it’s not the end of the world.” You explain, much to his dismay.

“How can you eat something that tastes like toothpaste..” Seonghwa mutters much to San’s dismay. His comment makes you look at him in mild alarm.

“Seonghwa, toothpaste doesn’t have chocolate bits in them..” Just what went on in their dorms? Your words make him whine and you start to laugh at how they were so passionate about something as simple as ice cream flavors. You wondered what their stances are on pistachio and matcha ice cream then. Your phone vibrates, a call coming through. While the boys were busy trying to win the debate, to which Yunho slightly struggles to control, you answer the call outside the studio.

“Hello?”

“Hello! We’re the stylists for their upcoming photoshoot. We’ll be in the company in ten minutes!” The voice on the other line chirps politely.

The voice makes you stand a little straighter, almost on instinct, you use your formal voice. “Alright, I’ll wait for you by the entrance of the building.” With that the call ends, you return to the studio and it’s calmer now, though you could see that Wooyoung and San were sulking over what could’ve been the other half of the debate. “Guys, get ready. The stylists are on their way.” With that said, the boys fix themselves again.

Hongjoong looks over at you. “Manager-nim, should I go with you?”

Now, in your eyes it’s not a bad thing if the leader decides to greet the stylists with you by the entrance. It’s not a bad thing either if he doesn’t. “Your choice, Hongjoong. If you are, meet me by the elevator. I’m just grabbing my laptop.” Without missing a beat, you slip out of the studio immediately. You can only imagine how much notes you need to update for the other teams after this meeting.

Once you head towards the elevator, you’re already greeted by the leader busying himself with his phone as he waits for the elevator to arrive at your floor. “Seonghwa and Yunho are watching over the boys?”

“Yep, they’ll take care of them as we wait.” His response makes you nod, relieved to know someone’s keeping them in line before their energy bounces back up once more. It’s not that you think they can’t take care of themselves, but more of, when one’s up, everyone’s up.

The elevator doors close in on the two of you as it brings you to the ground floor. You want to tell Hongjoong what had happened in the past few hours but now isn’t the right time. Just as you were about to open your mouth about a quick summary, the doors open. Though knowing Hongjoong, he already knows something about it even without you telling him.

It only takes five minutes of waiting for the two of you to be greeted by three stylists. Though they dress simply, they knew what piece fits them best. A small pang of jealousy blooms in your chest when you see how well kept they were; you knew your own body and fashion and how to look put together as well but those who were in the fashion industry just seemed to do it better. Small talk happens among the five of you as the of you lead them to where the rest of the boys were. Maybe it was a good thing that Hongjoong came with you due to the some of the clothes they brought in a few bags.

There was something about the third stylist, that put you off. It wasn’t her overly warm and optimistic energy, which honestly at this point doesn’t faze you anymore as other idols who have greeted the boys had the same energy she had. You weren’t so sure yet of what it is, but you’re not sure either if you want to find out what’s putting you off about them. She continues to make conversation with Hongjoong as you’re left juggling a conversation with the other two. You don’t notice Hongjoong’s uneasiness around her until the two of you welcome them inside.

The two of you do notice how her eyes light up at the sight of everyone else who were lounging about. You just assume that she was a big fan of them and was struggling to keep it together and carry on. The boys do their signature greeting then move about to get their measurements and a run down of what will happen in two weeks time.

You along with another stylist keep track of the clothes that the boys and they liked, those that were debatable and those that just didn’t look that great on them. The other two took their measurements, and offered the clothing pieces that they would try on. The first stylist from earlier seems to be taking her sweet time with San. If you actually focused on listening to their exchange, you could tell she was having the time of her life. It took a lot of your self control to not outwardly sigh in front of the stylist who was labelling which clothes the boys liked as their basis.

It takes a while before the said stylist moves to another member, and at that opening, San immediately moves away. You glance at San over your laptop, and he’s sending you a look that says, ‘I’m not talking to them unless I have to, please help.’. While San is a grown man, you do know how it feels to be cornered at work due to unwanted advances. You flash him a smile and beckon him over. “I hope you don’t mind if San helps us out on this too?” You ask the stylist as he practically hops over to the two of you. Much to San’s relief, he welcomes the added input.

San’s eventually joined by Mingi who knows more of fashion than you and San combined. You could see the gears in their heads running as the idea in the stylist’s head was starting to become more and more clear. Once all of the work has finished, the boys take one last look at the outfits the head stylist has set out, you know that they wouldn’t change anything anymore but you kept your fingers poised on your keyboard should there be any changes made. Seeing that everyone was satisfied, they ask you to take their photo to celebrate a job well done.

You receive the head stylist’s phone and you let them gather around for the photo. It’s not hard to spot the first stylist from earlier try to worm her way near San, only to be blocked by Wooyoung and Seonghwa already around him. It takes a bit of your self control to not snort at her feeble attempts be quashed so easily by clingy boys. Three shots and everyone’s now back to cleaning up the room.

The eight of them help pack and fold everything into their rightful place that the head stylist had to send her praises about them to you, even going as far as offering their services for the future promotions. She slips her contact card to you, which you keep in your phone’s case for the time being. This time, it’s only you who accompanies them out, much to Hongjoong’s surprise. You signal that you’ll be okay and for him to keep an eye on San.

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“I swear hyung, she was trying to hit on me…” San mutters in his spot as he shudders at the mere thought of it; the praises were alright but the slightly lingering touches and gaze made him want to leave immediately. Some of the boys find a little amusement in his complaints, they understand the issue on hand but to see San whining excessively was a sight to see. Of course they couldn’t do much about the situation while it was happening but they could prevent it in the future.

The door clicks open and they see you poking your head in. “How was it?” You ask them. It has become a routine for all of you to check in on them after meeting with any outsider of the company. They’re still young and while they have good heads on their shoulders, the industry is a scary place to be in.

“Manager-nim, is it alright if we don’t work with one of the stylists on the day of the photoshoot?” Hongjoong starts carefully. Always a leader that guy is.

You glance at him then at San who was still sulking against Yunho’s shoulder. “The lady with the high ponytail and rolled up denim jacket?” You ask, even acting out how her clothes looked like. At your description, San jumps into the conversation.

“Please? Is it possible? Manager-nim, Ms. Mihyun was trying to know me a little too much and flirting with me.” San pleads. You feel bad for him. In other circumstances, being hit on would’ve been an ego boost but being hit on at work really doesn’t sit well with you.

It’s the way you look at him that he realizes just how you’re able to keep things professional. You still look at him with protective warmth and concern for his safety, even after everything. It gets his head a little dizzy to put it lightly. “I think I can make it work. The head stylist did like your work ethics, even wants to work with you guys in the long run.” You bring out your phone, making quick work of writing a message up to the head stylist. “Hello! This is ATEEZ’s manager.” You read your message out loud for them. If there were any comments from the boys, you tweak the message around to their liking to make sure the point of the message is received.

The boys were impressed with your message and didn’t mind it one bit. They could see why the company wanted you: you could fit in any of the teams. Once satisfied with their response, you press send. A small part of you waits on a reply from company heads in regards to your email but even that would take some time. With a group that’s a rising icon in the k-pop wave plus a few trainees that show just as much potential as the boys, the love calls from other companies are still coming in.

For now, you’ll enjoy and make the most out of the time you have with the guys through your work.

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Over the next few weeks, San has been more mindful of his actions around you. While he still cares for your health like the first few months, he’s come to understand you a little better now. He does his best to see you more as who you really are, rather than the idealized version he had of you months back. He’s realized you had a bit of a soft heart behind your independent exterior, how you always preferred a stronger type of coffee, compared to the group (much to Seonghwa’s horror). It took a bit of time to notice how protective you are of your own friends and them.

You pick up on the changes as well. He joins in on the teasing every now and then, but always making sure never to cross the line. Sometimes at the corner of your eye, you catch San watching you joke around with his members, his gaze soft but he never makes a move. He doesn’t seem to sulk over the lack of attention either, letting you joke around with the other members as well. They’re small changes but it has improved his performance as himself and as a member of ATEEZ.

There were changes and there were still constants. He still stays late into the studio practicing new moves, new styles, different combinations just to better himself. As usual, you bring him back to the dorms. He doesn’t make a fuss about you waking him up now, rather he hops out of the car as soon as you switch off the engine. You were a little grateful for that, more time for you to sink into your bed after the long day. As you step out of the car, rummaging through your bag, you find him waiting for you by the elevator. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” You say as you rush over to press the up button.

“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s late after all.” San reassures lightly. He watches you rummage through your bag. “You got your phone?” He asks. He’s noticed as well how you sometimes have slip ups with your memory. You bring out your phone, putting it in your pocket. “Wallet?” He asks then he sees you bring it out. “Powerbank.” He lists off and that’s when it takes you a while to bring it out.

“That’s what I forgot.. It’s in the office.” You mutter. There was no way you’d drive back to the company to pick it up. You’ll just bring your charger for tomorrow.

A soft amused huff slips from his lips and he gestures for you to enter the lift first. “It’s okay, I can bring my powerbank tomorrow.” He offers as he follows you inside.

“You don’t have to. I can use my laptop as a powerbank if all else fails.” You return.

Always an independent one you are. He doesn’t push but he still keeps it in mind to bring it just in case. “You know,” he starts, as he presses the number for your floor first. He then leans against the wall opposite of yours. “After that thing with Ms. Mihyun, I kind of understand why you were probably against the idea of us dating.” Well he knew of your main reasons, but Mihyun really had him thinking.

You lean against the wall, arms crossed. His words had piqued your interest. Whenever San’s in those moods, he does drop a few things that remind you he’s maturing. “Oh? And what is it?”

“The idea of flirting and being in a relationship with someone while at work is kind of.. Weird.” he wasn’t sure if weird was the right word but to be the subject of flirtations while everyone is trying to work didn’t feel right to him. He knows he can separate his personal life with work but emotions have made him act out of line. To risk all that he’s worked for: for the sake of a relationship, maybe not now. Hearing you chuckle makes him frown in confusion. “What?”

You were endeared by his moments of childlike tendencies. You know he has a way with words but there were also moments where his vocabulary reminds you of a high school kid. “Mihyun really tried to flirt with you huh?” You ask. The conversation is cut short when the elevator pings; you’ve arrived at your floor. You return your gaze back to the male. “Anyways, get some sleep okay?”

A small part of him wanted to walk you back to your apartment, but he knows this complex was a safe one. You also apparently knew how to hold yourself up against Wooyoung’s pestering actions. He knows better to offer that so he smiles at you and nods his promise. “You too.” He addresses you by your name this time though still with the formal honorifics.

“Drop the formalities when we’re outside of work, San.” You say. He doesn’t get the chance to say anything else but a good night, as the doors close in on the two of you. You’re back alone now in the lighted hallway, a heavy sigh slipping through your lips. Another long day coming to an end.

Your phone pings with a few alerts that you’ve kept at bay throughout the day. One of the notifications is from the email you’ve been waiting for. Your request has been approved, effective in a few months.

Part 7

#ateez scenarios #my writings #idk something about writing this chapter felt natural and right #though a bit of a struggle since i had to juggle my first dance class and among other things lol #hope this is okay for everyone though ;;#ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfics #ateez fanfic #i'll try to make part 7 more san centered lol

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NIKKI

My lawyer looks completely unimpressed with my lack of shoes, shirt, and dignity as he leans back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples.

"It doesn't work like that, Nikki, I'm afraid." He informs me finally, sitting up and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk.

"I was declared dead for two minutes. I died. My wife's technically a widow."

"You can't annul a four year marriage on the basis of 'I died for two minutes.' Some cases of actual death, it can take an act of congress for widow or widower to have an annulment for a marriage where their spouse is no longer alive, legitimately." He explains and I roll my eyes.

"So, what, I just get some divorce papers or something?"

"Unless I declare mental incapacity given that you went through a traumatic series of events within the last twenty-four hours and this could possibly be a very serious lapse in judgement." He argues and I stare at him.

"Stop pulling my dick."

"I'm not 'pulling your dick.' I just don't want you to make this decision and then regret it when your head clears."

I managed to wear him down and by the next morning, he left the papers by Tommy's door after Vince mentioned to me that Viv stayed over there with Tommy and Heather.

When I get home, Karen opens the door and looks at me, wide eyed and confused.

"H-Hey?" She says as I push past her and go to the phone, opting to change my answering machine.

"Hey, it's Nikki." I say. "I'm not here because I'm dead."

Karen just looks at me, astounded, and I go to my room, slamming the door.

I was good and tired and glutton for punishment because I got home that night and loaded up the biggest shot of smack I could muster and pulled the trigger.

I wake up with a sharp pain in the crook of my arm, a needle still in my skin as blood trails my forearm to collect in my palm...Jesus fucking Christ, I've officially lost it.

I take the needle out and force myself up to trudge to the living room to check my messages.

Things like, "You're an asshole," and "that's not funny," tend to be the common theme.

I guess I need to change my answering machine.

I comb through to see if I have anything from Viv.

Now would be a good time to hear her bitch me out for almost making her kill herself--because, lets face it, she's gonna blame it on me, anyway.

Nothing's found, though.

"Fuck, Vivian." I sigh out, sitting on the carpet in the living room, rubbing my forehead as a new message comes on…

"You fucker, you would be the one to fucking OD and die and then get up right after and file for divorce as if she doesn't have enough shit going on, already."

I furrow my brows at the voice.

"Axl the Twat?" I say aloud, confused, as he finishes with, "fuck you, you fucking fuck."

He hangs up and I raise my brows.

Did I die and wake up in a parallel universe? Axl defending Vivian?

Is this hell?

It cuts to the last message.

"Hey, umm...I don't know if you'll get this or not or if…" Vanity. "...I don't know what's going on but I heard something terrible on the radio and I suppose it was true--well, kind of, um…" she sighs. "We're not together anymore and I get that I just hope you're o--"

"Fuck that." I grumble, hitting delete.

I fall back and I look up at myself.

It's fucked that I bought this fucking house for Viv, and she's not even staying in it anymore.

I feel like I promised her so much and haven't given a damn thing to her except reasons to want to throw herself off of balconies.

I look down at my arm, dried blood still on my skin.

I'm fucking tired of this shit.

I let my complete exhaustion of being sick fuel me to dig through everything I own and throw out all of my rigs, any other drugs in my path, and even pour everything to get drunk off of down the sink--even the fucking cooking-wine.

Vivian's somewhere catching the holy spirit, probably, just sensing I'm finally fucking done.

Or she's somewhere in tears over me finally taking the final step to end our relationship.

I feel like it's dead in every way aside from legal.

Whisky's laying by the door, whining when I step over him to go throw the big garbage bag out.

I'd get down there and whine for her, too, but I know this is what needs to be done.

Our entire relationship has just been one giant clusterfuck, and I don't want to put her through the bullshit of having to try to forgive me and trust me, again.

I think I've already stolen enough of her peace of mind.

She'll be happier with Duff, anyway. He's a good guy. A hell of a lot more suited for her than I am.

My hand rubs the back of my neck and I realize I'm still wearing the small crucifix of her's.

I'm tempted not to give it back.

I just sigh and throw the trash out and get back in the house, getting in the shower.

When I get out, I ruffle a towel through my hair, seeing the light blinking on my answering machine.

I go over and try to keep myself from getting too excited at the thought of it being Viv before I hit play on my messages.

"Nikki, it's Doc. I know you feel like horseshit right about now but I need you to come down to the office at 5:00p.m., we're getting you guys together because we need to talk. See you then--preferebly kinda sober and coherent."

Turns out I'll have my ass chewed by Doc before Viv, after all.

I know he came down to the hospital and tore Slash and the guys new ones while I was unconscious.

I'm digging in my garbage for a couple pills to dull down my future shakes that I just know are gonna be coming before sundown.

Despite being not in shape to fucking drive anywhere, I still go because I know if I don't go, Doc will come here and I don't need him here.

It's morbid walking into the office to see Vince, Tommy, and Mick sitting and waiting for me while Doc sits behind his desk.

"Fuck me." I complain out loud, dreading what Doc's about to go on about.

"Sit." Doc tells me and I plop down beside Tommy, sighing, and Doc waits a minute before saying, "I canceled the European tour."

"What?" Vince asks and Mick furrows his brows.

"What the fuck, Doc--"

"--Shut the fuck up and listen." He cuts me off while Tommy nervously shakes his leg. "If you bastards go to Europe, one of you will come back in a body bag. And I'm not gonna be the fucking manager that runs Mötley Crüe into the ground." He states harshly.

"That's a fucking first." I laugh out, meanly, and Doc glares at me. "Guess dead rockstars don't make as much money as alive ones, huh? I coulda told ya that after Razzle--"

"--Nikki." Mick states.

"Where's my wife?" I snap next.

"Oh, the one you so stupidly filed for divorce from without giving me a heads up first? Probably with her friends that haven't put her through the ringer and fucked her over time and time again." He states.

"I didn't know I needed permission to make decisions in my personal life--that have nothing to do with Mötley Crüe."

"Are you two just gonna argue or are we gonna actually talk about why we're here because I have things to do." Vince grumbles.

"Tommy came to me and told me he's thinking about rehab." Doc tells us and I glance at Tommy, who's avoiding looking at anybody. "I'm not taking Mötley Crüe on tour again, in a studio, whatever, until you guys get your act together."

We all look at each other, exhaling, and I rub my lips together.

"Fine." Vince sighs, and Doc looks at Tommy.

He nods.

"Nikki?" Doc asks and I just stare at him.

The guys are gone in a few minutes, leaving just me and Doc and I stand up.

"I wanna see Viv." I tell Doc as he digs through some files, and he looks up and blinks from behind his desk,

"She said she's not seeing you until you get help." Doc states.

"She says that but I bet I could find her tonight and still get her under me in less than three minutes."

"Assuming she's not still under Duff." Doc says and I tense up. "You think I didn't notice how questionably close they got on tour?" He adds.

"She's going through a crisis." I reply.

"Can't imagine why." He mumbles.

"Just tell me where she's at, Doc." I snap.

"You look like shit. You need to go home and get some fuckin' rest because you're all checking in tomorrow afternoon." He adds.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife."

"You mean the wife you filed for divorce from?" He questions and I roll my jaw. "Your wife is resting. You should, too."

1981

I fumble for my key to the apartment, cussing under my breath when I can't get the door opened.

"Motherfucker." I hiss, finally getting it unlocked and shoving it open…

I slam it shut and toss my keys across the room, hearing Tommy and Vince's room door creak open.

Vivian crosses her arms, a scowl on her face, her hair tousled from sleep.

"Could you be any louder?" She snaps, shutting the door behind her, going to the kitchen.

My eyes run up and down her long legs as she heads that way, only in one of Tommy's t-shirts and panties.

Fuck. Me.

I go to grab the bottle of Jack on the counter, taking a sip as she gulps some water down, a droplet escaping the glass as she drinks, rolling down her chin to her neck and I watch it, my burning throat getting dry as I try to pull myself together, my prick starting to push against my pants.

Damnit.

It's like the sane part of myself is trying to slap the hopelessly horny part of me.

She's fucking evil, dude, fuck off, I tell myself.

She's hot.

You hate each other.

I wonder what weird shit she's into in bed.

She's a bitch. You know she's a bitch. Leave her alone.

Oh, I forgot she's supposedly a virgin.

Go to bed, dumbfuck. GO TO BED.

That means I get to watch her experience stuff for the first time.

I end up chuckling, amused at the thought of seeing her pretty eyes roll in her head as pleasure bombards her for the first time.

"What?" She snaps, and I realize I've been staring at her.

I'm about to answer until I get caught up at the sight of her nipples peering through her shirt...fuck me.

"Nikki," she shoves at my shoulder, making me take my eyes off of her chest.

She just scoffs.

"Go touch yourself in the bathroom or something. Jesus." She puts the glass down and walks past me to go back to Tommy's room.

See? Evil.

I ignore the voice of reason and I catch her wrist and stop her, yanking her closer to me.

She looks like a deer in headlights for a minute before I'm grabbing at her hair closest to her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her.

It's a pretty clean kiss, no tongue, no mess, just testing the waters.

She doesn't push me away or beat me up like I always thought she would do, instead, when I pull away for a moment, she takes a breath, wide eyed, before grabbing me by my jacket, pulling me back in.

I'm surprised but I don't let it get in the way, taking lead a little to guide her.

For someone who's never been kissed before (again, allegedly) she's not awful at it like I expected--well, I didn't expect her to be awful because she's never kissed anybody, I expected her to be awful because she's so mean to me.

Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and I push my tongue past her lips, coaxing a quiet moan from her.

Holy shit.

My hands go to her ass and she grasps at my hair as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me.

Just to see if we're on a standard starting basis of common interests, I lift one of my hands and bring it back down, not too hard, but hard enough, and she hums, fucking biting my bottom lip and grinding into me a couple times.

I have to keep from creaming my pants just by her moving against me.

You're being stupid, I tell myself, but I can't bring myself to leave her alone now.

She's been the forbidden fruit or whatever for months now and I just gotta have it.

I take her to my room and kick the door shut with my foot, taking her to the shitty mattress on the floor.

I drop her onto it, seeing her in the glow of streetlights.

"Take your shirt off." I say, lowly, and she rubs her lips together and slowly pulls it over her head, her bare chest exposed and my dick's practically throbbing at this point.

I take her crucifix in my hand, and she looks down at it as I lick my lips.

She unfastens it and throws it aside.

I lean down and kiss her again, trailing down her neck, my tongue against her skin and she gasps out a sharp breath, her hands pulling at my shirt.

I take it off and she's sitting up and running her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, and I grasp her around her throat, pushing her back to the mattress and I feel a little shiver go up her spine.

My tongue circles one of her nipples and she lets out bated breaths as I take it between my teeth.

She moans, loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth.

"Shh!" I say. "You're gonna wake them up." I add and she nods.

I do the same to her other breast, with my hand over her mouth, but then I get an idea.

A glorious, completely selfish idea.

I take my hand off of her mouth and smirk before kissing the middle of her chest, one of her top ribs, biting into it, hard, making her scratch at my shoulder while covering her own mouth as a sharp moan is forced from her.

I run my tongue over the bite mark and continue down her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties, glancing at her.

She's still breathing heavy, hands covering her chest, tilting her head to see me.

I run my hand over her clothed core, a little noise coming from her throat, feeling a big wet spot over her cunt.

She lifts her hips and starts pulling them down and I take them and discard them, running my fingertips up the inside of her thigh before I rub my thumb around her clit that's slickened wet.

Her hands jolt to mine between her legs, her back arching, trying her hardest not to be loud.

I tug her to the edge of the mattress, and grab one of her hands, replacing mine with it before I'm looming over her for a moment. "Touch yourself." I tell her, my lips brushing against hers and I can tell she's blushing under the dark of the room. "C'mon, it's hot, just do what feels good." I add, my lips pressing against hers for a moment before I feel her hand move, a delicate gasp coming from her and I pull my lips from hers to watch her face.

Her eyes close, her head tilts back while her other hand tangles in her hair.

I stand up to take my pants off, grabbing at my painfully hard cock when she bucks her hips against her frail fingers.

"Nikki," she says, eyes still shut, head back, and I rub my hands down my face.

We haven't even fucked yet and I can already tell she's gonna make me a fucking idiot.

I get my pants off and run my thumb over my tip and get some precum on it, leaning down and holding it up to her lips.

"Hold your tongue out," I tell her and she opens her eyes and looks at me, before doing as I say.

The pad of my thumb rubs it over her tongue and she lets out a satisfied sigh, looking up at me as I lick her spit off my thumb.

I get back up on my feet for a moment and she gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, her eyes on my prick, hunger in her eyes…

Nice try, evil bitch, you're not stealing my soul by sucking it through my dick.

I grab her hair and make her look at me.

"Lay down." I tell her and doesn't argue, eyes still ravenous…

I kiss up her kneecap to her thigh, sliding up and up until--

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpers out when my tongue swirls her clit around, getting the first taste of Saint Viv.

My eyes are the ones to roll back, now.

Holy shit.

It's good because she's Satan and needs something to trap you with, that little voice comes back.

Her hands find my hair, her lips find my name and if I don't get ahold of myself, I'll be finding God based on this experience alone.

Apparently she's finding him right now because all she can muster out is, "oh, God."

I find a good rhythm with my tongue, her pussy starting to grind against my face as teasing, little sultry moans flutter through the room.

After a minute I feel her body tense up, and I pat myself on the back as she comes, my tongue lapping at her entrance to get drunk off of her, my hands running over her stomach and thighs.

Vivian claims we just went right into sex without doing anything aside from making out before hand but I distinctly remember going down on her. She must've blacked out once she realized we were about to fool around or something but I remember that happening because it was something I'd dreamed up doing ever since I met her, creepy but honest.

I pry myself from her to grab a rubber behind the head of the mattress, the both of us pulling ourselves up there.

I get it on and turn over, getting on top of her.

She's already hooking her legs around me before I even line myself up with her.

She looks like she's high or drunk, eyes nearly shut, her lip between her teeth, her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck.

I lean down and kiss her neck, her skin damp with sweat and she sighs.

I rub my tip against her opening and she closes her eyes.

I push into her, having to coach myself through because fuck her pussy is tight, and she winces, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when she speaks first.

"Take it off." She tells me.

"What?"

"The condom, take it off."

"Are you trying to trap me or something?" I snap at her.

"I wanna feel you." She tells me softly, and I guess it's kinda sweet, or primal, whatever.

I pull out of her and take the condom off, dropping it by the bed before I'm pushing back into her.

We both moan, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my entrance, her face showing pain.

I pullout again, but before I can get out completely, she pulls me back in with her legs, letting out a high pitched breath.

More of her juices coat over my cock.

"Fuck, Vivian," I say it, thrusting into her again and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me to her, and my lips find hers as I push into her again, and again, roughly, the feeling of heaven washing over me each time I go back inside her.

I make her take every inch, forcing myself to fit the last inch and a half despite her body not having room, and she writhes underneath me.

"I think I'm bleeding." She tells me breathlessly and I think she wants me to back off or get off her, but when I go to, she says, "No, keep going, it feels good."

The look on her face is a clear indication that she's into it.

I'm kind of shocked that churchy Vivian is into the same shit I'm into, and I grab her throat, again, and kiss her, our tongues moving together.

"I wanna get on top next." She tells me through moans.

"Why?" I ask.

"I wanna see it." She says and I furrow my brows for a second before I catch on.

I'm rolling off of her and onto my back, my hands running up her thighs and waist when she gets on top of me, and I grab myself as she straddles me, pushing it against her before my hands pull her down onto me.

She screws her eyes shut, as she sinks down to the hilt, her thighs shaking, and I hit her ass cheek as hard as I can and she gets so tight around me I can't pull out until she relaxes.

"You can't do that shit." I tell her harshly, biting back my urge to go ahead and come, and she relaxes a little more as my hands hold at her waist, guiding her movements since she's never done this before.

"Does it feel good?" I ask her, her little moans and whimpers getting me even more hot and bothered.

"Yes," she nods, tipping her head back. "So good."

I look between us, clear view of her pussy taking it, and I sigh.

"It looks good, too." I tell her and she leans down over me, her forehead against my chest as she watches me fuck her for a moment before looking at me, kissing me sloppily, her chest pressing against mine making her sigh when her nipples brush against my skin.

When she pulls away, I'm sticking two fingers in her mouth, taking her by surprise but she starts sucking on them in a second, and I force them down her throat, making her gag, as I start pounding into her, making her nearly shriek out but I gag her with my hand around her throat.

"You're so pretty." I tell her, spit all down her chin from choking on my fingers, eyes nearly shut, my hand around her throat, and I glance down between us, licking my lips. "That pussy's pretty, too." I add and she cries out when my other hand starts rubbing at her clit.

I take my hand from her throat and she gasps for air.

"Nikki, I'm--"

She can't finish.

I roll onto her again, getting on my knees and lift her hips, continuing to hammer into her roughly and her eyes go to the back of her head, as her cum soaks the both of us.

Why the fuck didn't she tell me she can come like that?

I feel myself reaching my own end and go to pull out but she tugs me onto her, kissing me, her legs snaking around me.

At first I don't think she realizes I'm about to blow my kids everywhere, then when I try to pullout, she says, "do it in me, I've heard it feels good."

I look at her like she's crazy because it's something I'd never expect her to say.

"Please, Nikki, let me have it."

I don't have time to argue because I'm finishing with a grunt and a satisfied smile at the sight of tears of pleasure in her eyes before her lids screw shut, her mouth open as a moan leaves her, her body sparking off with shivers.

I let her have it.

"You're a slut." I tell her, thrusting into her a couple more times and she hums at my words.

"Shut up." She says next and I kiss her one last time before rolling off of her.

She pulls the covers over her chest and closes her eyes, tired, and I watch her for a moment.

Okay, she may not be a slut, but I know she's gonna be able to get away with murder and I'm gonna let her because she's fucking Vivian.

I ran myself into my own grave, but heroin and Vivian were major catalysts, but I know I was a catalyst for her own rock bottom, too. We were just too fucking young to know better, I guess. We fell in love and got hooked on playing house without actually stopping to think what all it would look like. Of course, neither of us expected me to be on smack, neither of us expected me to reach the level of stupidity that I reached with Vanity, and neither of us expected her to be conceiving a lovechild while I was next door dying, and I certainly didn't expect to file for divorce first, if at all. I remember that first night together in that shitty apartment got me hooked on her. Not just sex, I actually started listening to what she had to say after that, and wanting to have conversations, and hangout...I fell in love and she made it easy for me to. It was like boiling a frog. Things got worse and worse slowly overtime until BAM! I had Vanity, crack, and junk, and Vivian had Duff and a secret savings account she didn't think our lawyer would get record of. I was pissed, but I knew it was my fault.

All of it was.

I had promised her the world and instead stole everything from her like a life-sucking demon.

She wasn't the evil, manipulative bitch.

I was.

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crunadh · 4 years ago

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3, 4, 5, 20, 23, 37 for the fanfiction ask :)

Thanks <3

3 - Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Oh, certainly! I’d list you all of @do-androids-dream-ao3acc‘s fics here, especially the Road of no release series as well as anything by @softest-punk here (really, anything, but especially her Emhyr/Geralt and Iorveth/Roche/Geralt fics). Kudos also go to Glossamyre’s series Tomorrow is a new day and What Lies in Life as well as @traumschwinge and her fic The Midwinter Hedgehog. OMG and I almost forgot @dsudis' series Urbe Aureā!

4 - Link your three favourite fics right now

Okay, I’d say see above but I will give you three fics that I love but didn’t exactly inspire the writing I’m doing:

The Missing Witcher by embeer2004, a wonderful story of Regis saving Geralt and bringing him to the Chameleon in time for Dandelion’s wedding. Lots of h/c!

Follow You Down by @kirk-spock-in-the-impala, the sweetest and best written BDSM story I ever read, pairing Jaskier/Geralt

Tales From Kaer Morhen by aleberg9, a tale about Geralt’s and Eskel’s childhood in Kaer Morhen, the funny and the cruel bits

5 - What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Spelling and grammar are a huge thing for me. I don’t mind the occasional mistake, English isn’t my first language either and I make mistakes, too. But if every second sentence contains a spelling error, I’ll stop reading. Also punctuation. I don’t mind commas, I sprinkle them intuitively, too. But some people don’t seem to know the usage of full stops and quotation marks.

Another pet peeve would be people who don’t use paragraphs. I don’t want to read a wall of text - it exhausts me!

Like I said I have a tolerance but if it keeps on and on I will stop reading even though the story might have merit.

20 - What’s your favourite part about the fanfiction writing process?

My favourite thing is when I am writing and everything just flows. The characters speak and act for themselves and I don’t have to think too hard about what will happen next. Also, when one character suddenly sprouts a sentence that is not really necessary right now but too damn good to delete. I’m still laughing internally at one of Lambert’s jokes that I wrote down yesterday.

23 - What’s your absolute favourite trope to write?

Already answered here

37 - Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek of a title or idea that you have and would like to write

I knew you would ask that! Also, I’m feeling generous today, so you’ll get an update and I’ll post a sneak peek separately in a minute :)

Update: Current word count - 30.535; Chapters - 6; Progress - probably halfway done

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thereisonlyoneoption · 4 years ago

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Maggie Stiefvater~Rant YA edition pt.2

I know, I know that I had to make a part about world-building but I’m pissed, I failed my exam I am at my friend house and it’s Fourth of July so I must do this.

Joseph Kavinsky.

First of all I don’t condemn his actions and yes, you can like a character but don’t agree with their actions.

My journey with The Dream Thieves was rocky, like really rocky. It was worse than The Raven Boys, I felt psychical pain while reading this one but there was only one good thing that help get through it AND IT WAS KAVINSKY.

From the first scene I liked him, I was intrigued by him and I was curious why Gangsey hates him so much. I mean what M*ggie give us are just rumours, that's when I asked myself “Why such a hate? What did he do to them?”.

And then the yo mama jokes, priceless by the way. Okay, maybe my sense humour sucks but let me tell you in polish translation “twoja stara” is golden I laughed for several minutes.

But the thing went down pretty quickly, like my face went from a happy to grim in a second and stayed that way while reading this, just to cry at the end. After that it was just anger and to this day I’m angry at M*ggie for what she did.

Lets start from beginning.

1. Kavinsky-Description

The first time we see Kavinsky it’s in the chapter 3 where we got rumours about him:

“Of course it was Joseph Kavinsky, fellow Aglionby Academy student and Henrietta’s most notorious recreational forger. Kavinsky’s infamous Mitsubishi Evo was a thing of boyish beauty, moon-white with a voracious black mouth of a grille and an immense splattered graphic of a knife on either side of the body. The Mitsubishi had just been released from a month-long stint in the police impound. The judge had told him that if he was caught racing again, they’d crush the Mitsubishi and make him watch, like they did to the rich punks’ street racers out in California. Rumor had it Kavinsky had laughed and told the judge he’d never get pulled over again. He probably wouldn’t. Rumor had it Kavinsky’s father had bought off Henrietta’s sheriff. To celebrate the Mitsubishi’s release from impound, Kavinsky had just put three coats of anti-laser paint on the headlights and bought himself a new radar detector.“

Right from the bat, characters expressed disdain of him:

“I hate that prick,” Adam said.

Then we get the “description” of him: white sunglasses, golden chain, which already is kinda lacking but then we get the infamous “refugee face”

“He had a refugee’s face, hollow-eyed and innocent.“

Okay okay, so like it wasn't already offensive, we learn later that he’s Bulgarian and as a person also from Slavic group, this description just looks bad and leaves bad taste in my mouth, because I'm fed up with Americans view of Slavs like we are all simple people, still in communist era somewhere in the Europe, who came to America to steal low income jobs.

On the other hand, how does “refugee face” looks like? Yeah, we get the line “hollow-eyed and innocent“ but it still feels offensive to Slavic group.

Luckily, in my translation it was changed to “runaway’s face” which holds the same idea but it isn't offensive and fits Kavinsky’s character better.

“There was nothing about Kavinsky that wasn’t despicable”

Just... ugh why they hate him so much, I asked myself back then but I didn't know that from this point, all went down hill.

“He was unmistakable: the sort of raven boy who was clearly an import from elsewhere.“

Okay first of all, you can import things, not actual people Blue. Second of all, combining this with “refugee face” it made me so angry like M*ggie, why can’t you describe Kavinsky normally without possibly offending half of Europe. He is human, not your new brand German car.

After that we get the rest of description “Like many of the other raven boys, he sported massive sunglasses, spiked hair, a small earring, a chain around his neck, and a white tank top.“ and that’s it. It’s all we get. There might be some things missing, like hair colour but we can forgive that.

2. Backstory

In M*ggie’s now deleted tumblr, she once wrote:

"Kavinsky has a very logical backstory that leads him to this place.”

And what did we know about Kavinsky? Practically, nothing. He’s a son of a Bulgarian mobster from New Jersey, he’s rumoured to kill his father, he’s mother is a drug-addict, he’s rich, Prokopenko is his favourite forgery and he got away with replacing him and possibly his dad. It gives the idea to what shaped him as a person but it doesn’t explained everything, like if he killed his dad, why wasn’t it? How did it ended up with him replacing Prokopenko? Why he is his favourite forgery?

But okay M*ggie say what you want but I and my friend made better backstory for him in ten minutes (like it wasn’t hard really).

3. ”We matter”

“Closing his eyes, Gansey leaned his head back on his seat, chin tilted up, throat green in the dash lights. There was still an unsafe sort of smile about his mouth — what a torment the possibility in that smile was — and he said, “There was never a time when that could’ve been you and me. You know the difference between us and Kavinsky? We matter.“

That said Gansey, the character we are supposed to like, about the kid who is not only his age but also drug addicted and possibly abused. I was furious at him for saying that because who k*rwa he is to say things like that. Is he some frigging higher being to judge someone like that?

And he was smiling while saying that? What an.. and nobody called him out on that?! It only gives the reader the idea that people like Kavinsky don’t matter and to those who relate to him that they don’t matter.

And Blue, who again made me want to throw my phone, later in the book asked literal a hitman, who offered to go to “talk” with him to “make him feel worthless” while doing it.

It’s the next example when I felt the main characters are lacking a basic human empathy, like again he is just a kid not “H*tler” like Ronan compare him to.

4. That scene

That f*king scene, we all know about.”R*pe of Ronan” as stans like to call it.

I heard the reaction of the fans to this scene even before reading this books. Of course, I was anticipating this scene and when it came:

“After a moment, he heard the hood groan as Kavinsky leaned over him. Then he felt the ridged callus of a finger drag slowly over the skin on his back. A slow arc between his shoulder blades, drawing the pattern of his tattoo. Then sliding down his spine, tensing every muscle it moved over.

But when his eyes slitted, battling sleep, Kavinsky was just doing another line of coke off the roof, body stretched over the windshield. He might have imagined it. What was real?“

I was baffled, because its bad but its nothing like fans making to be. All Kavinsky does is drag his finger on Ronan’s back tattoo, while he is falling asleep but afterwards Ronan said he doesn’t know, if it was even real, so the reader can’t tell if it was. Somebody would argue, that is a molestation but once again, we don’t know if it was real. Maybe if we got K’s PoV we could get information about this situation but now we are left in the dark what really happened that night.

And then, there is “Consent is overrated” scene

This is one of the main argument of stans preaching that K is a r*pist. Yes, that sounds horrible, we don’t have to argue about that but people missed the context of situation in which it was said.

“Ronan replied, “Not such a thief tonight.”

“Some nights,” Kavinsky said, all teeth, “you just take it. Consent is overrated.”“

Ronan and Kavinsky are referring to pulling things out of dreams and how Kavinsky is doing it aka not asking permission to take them out, unlike Ronan. But without this context, the world “consent” is mainly associated with one thing. You know what...

The bottom line is that, if we got K’s PoV, it would shine a light on his intentions and motivations to say and possibly do all of this. We can only thanks the author for that.

5. Relationship with Ronan Lynch

Maybe that will sound scandalous but I don’t think Kavinsky loved Ronan. All of their interaction seem more like obsession to me and after the dreaming of Camaro, it seem desperate.

At the beginning, after main characters expressed disdain of K, only Ronan thought something different:

“Ronan knew he ought to hate him, too.“

And I thought “Okay maybe Ronan know more about him than the rest” but as the chapters went, I wanted the end of it all.

It was toxic. I know, I know but I was hoping for a least little glimpses of possible friendship. Instead of that, I got throwing over cars, punching and exploitation between them. With Kavinsky saving Ronan from the night horror (which fans forget about in their rants how bad K is) and helping Ronan dreaming a new Camaro, I expect at least some decency? gratefulness?? at Ronan side, because nobody forced Kavinsky to do this but when Ronan got what he wanted he just peace out?! Like Kavinsky was doing all of this as a favour?

“He rolled down the window. “I’m going.” For a moment, Kavinsky’s face was perfectly blank, and then Kavinsky flickered back onto it. He said, “You’re shitting me.” “I’ll send flowers.” Ronan revved the engine. Exhaust and dust swirled in a wild torment behind the Camaro. It coughed at twenty-eight-hundred rpm. Just like the Pig. Everything was back the way it was. “Running back to your master?” “This was fun,” Ronan said. “Time for big-boy games now, though.”

And

““I never lie,” Ronan said. He frowned disbelievingly. This felt like a more bizarre scenario than anything that had happened to this point. “Wait. You thought — it was never gonna be you and me. Is that what you thought?”“

And what was Kavinsky’s reaction after he was “used” by Ronan without even a thank you?

“Kavinsky made a gun of his thumb and finger and put it to Ronan’s temple. “Bang,” he said softly, withdrawing the fake gun. “See you on the streets.”“

Not anger but disbelief about what just happened and then the “he said softly“ just seems sad to me. He got used by the man he, de facto, wanted to befriend. He for sure felt cheated and used but the next thing what he does seems just OOC for me. He kidnapped Matthew, Ronan’s younger brother, to force him to come to the Fourth of July party. Before it looked like he wanted Ronan just to have a fun but after the Camaro something broke in him. But once again, it only my interpretation, because K is the only TRC antagonist that doesn’t get PoV, so I can wonder, what was going on in his head.

I’m tired of this, because most of the things could be explained, if we got his PoV, because without it his actions seems random.

After the text “bring something fun to fourth of july or we’ll see which pill works the best on your brother“, Ronan called K demanding where is Matthew and K responded:

“Ronan demanded, “Where is he?” “You know, I asked nice the first few times. Are you coming to Fourth? Are you coming? Are you coming? Here, have a motherfucking car. Are you coming? You made it ugly. Bring something impressive tonight.”“

It doesn’t sounds that evil to me more like desperate (repetition of “are you coming”) and hurting (”you made it ugly”). It made me feel more curious about what was going in his head and what lead him to kidnapping more than being angry at him for kidnapping Matthew.

Kavinsky was looking someone like Ronan, to share problems and to destroy themselves together. And Ronan was the closest thing to it, dreamer and all. He was looking for connection but in the end, Ronan didn’t want anything to do with him and that ended in tragedy.

6. Fourth of July

Ah yes, the main reason why I’m writing this post. We know how this goes. Gangsey arrives at party. Ronan demands where is his brother. Ronan follow K into a dream.

"Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you."

"Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!"

"Just us."

There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said. "That's not enough," Ronan replied."

One again K got rejected and it was told to him he "wasn't enough" Okay, Ronan doesn't own him anything but what happened next is more fucked up

Kavinsky dreams fire dragon, Ronan night horror. They fight. Gangsey search for Matthew.

Ronan demands K to tell him where is Matthew and K just said “He’s all yours! You missed my point, man. All I wanted was this —”“ while gesturing at their creations and ONCE AGAIN I REPEAT ONCE AGAIN we are not sure what K meant: dreaming together? fighting? One chapter from his PoV couldn’t hurt Maggie you know?

Matthew got rescued, Ronan shielded him from upcoming dragon then this:

"He shouted to Kavinsky, ”Get down!”

But Kavinsky didn’t look away from the creatures. He said,”The world’s a nightmare”.

Ronan once again shouted to him but Kavinsky didn’t answered and let the dragon to kill him.

“A second later, the fire dragon exploded into Kavinsky. It went straight through him, around him, flame around an object. Kavinsky fell. Not as if he was struck, though. Just like when he’d taken the green pill. He crumpled to his knees and then slumped gracelessly off the car.“

And we know K is dead, because both the dragon and Prokopenko fall asleep.

And that’s all and what was all for? Because they thought he was draining the ley lines (but Adam fixing the lines seems to do the trick) and because Ronan didn't want to come to Fourth of July. After that comes nothing. No reaction from the cast and the dream pack who supposedly were his friends (In later book Jiang talks to Ronan like nothing happened) there is no funeral of which we know and the town is silent. Like K never existed.

What kind of message this sends to a reader? That if you are like Kavinsky in any way nobody will mind if you are gone. You are not even worthless to remember. On one podcast M*ggie said she don’t want to be educational in her books and that’s f*cked up because she is writing YA, young people who are easily influenced and after reading how K is treated the majority will close the book with belief that people like K don’t deserve help and they are goners not worthy of redemption.

While in the same book Gray Man, adult hitman who killed people on pages, was hunting down Ronan, relieved to be murderer behind a Niall's death, beat up and threaten Declan with a gun to tell him where the Greywaren was not only forgiven by everyone (including Ronan) but got redemption arc and love interest. Let me repeat adult man, literal a hitman gets redemption arc but not mentally ill kid. Okay Margaret what the f*ck was that. Where is the logic, where is the lamb sauce?! Does she knows how her writing can influence young people? And it seems most of the fans agree with her.

Conclusion

Joseph Kavinsky was handled terribly through the whole book. With main cast hating him from the get-go. Narration that tried to make him the great evil (with some fans of TRC calling him the worst villain) and after the book got published the fans and the author themself further demonised him, 17 year old boy with a drug addiction, mental illness and with possible history of abuse.

I can only shake my head every time, I see someone calling him the devil. What Kavisnky needed was rehab and therapy, not death! If she wanted to find solution to stop him from dreaming, why couldn't she just moved him outside of Henrietta or Virginia, not lead him to commit s*icide and public s*icide mind you. He was a bad person but nobody deserved to die like this.

To end this post (I wrote this post so long that in my country is no longer Fourth of July), I still to this day think about Kavinsky and what would happened, if the author didn't choose the easy way to "get rid of him". And do not tell me, it was impossible to end it differently, because it was possible. Ronan just grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him off the car. Sending him to a rehab or just talking with him, instead of assuming from the start, that he wouldn't listen. His only crimes were, he needed help and he wouldn't listen to Gangsey telling him what to do.

#anti maggie stiefvater #joseph kavinsky #anti the raven cycle #anti trc #he deserved better

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justalitlecreacher · 4 years ago

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I’m here to prove that Andrew Garfield’s portrayal of Spider-man/peter parker in The Amazing Spider-Man is objectively the best love action adaptation of the character. In this essay I will....(yes this is really happening)

Edit: 10/20/20- i want to indulge myself in spiderman content but finding non mcu spiderman content is exhausting so imma update this instead

TL;DR

Andrew Garfield is my favorite of the 3 Spider-Man actors. TAS’s Peter is more fun and dynamic than the cookie cutter “shy introverted nerd that has a crush on a girl who’s way out of his league” Peter in Tobey Maguire’s movies. I enjoy Tom Holland’s portrayal of the character, but hate the way Disney has written the movies. I enjoy the characters, plot, and humor of The Amazing Spider-Man far more than the other 2, and i deeply wish we had gotten the third movie with the canon BIder-Man of Andrew’s (and my) dreams.

[DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT SEEN THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN 2 OR ANY MCU SPIDERMAN MOVIES OUTSIDE OF CLIPS AND REVIEWS ITS ALSO BEEN A VERY HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE SEEN A TOBEY MAGUIRE MOVIE]

Characterization

Most arguments against Andrew Garfield’s Spidey( AG’s from now on) begin and ends with “he was a good Spider-Man but a bad Peter Parker”. This references an outdated post comparing all three Spidey actors.(Id attach the image here but i dont want the post to be too long(thats a lie this is so long what am i doing with my life)) The post also claims that Tobey played a good Peter and a poor Spidey; and that Tom is good at both “roles”.(Honestly I think it seems silly that this seems obey the “third time’s the charm” rule but thats just me). Most people using this seem to be Tobey stans who have forgotten or ignored the rest of the post funnily enough, but the ones that go further into the WHY AG is a poor Peter are also incorrect. This argument also ignores the idea that there can be more than one version of Peter Parker which is blatantly incorrect. Just look at Into the Spiderverse or the PS4 game; these provide 4(5 if you count the pig) versions of Peter themselves, and that doesnt even include the comics.

Arguments that go further in depth claim that the AS Peter is too cool or well liked by his peer to be a “true” Peter Parker. The evidence for this seems to be that Peter has a skateboard.(which what? didnt realize that having a skateboard would instantly make you cool brb guys). Adding to that i dont really see where people get the idea that Peter is popular or well liked. While looking for complaints i found this qutoe from reddit(theyve since deleted it looks like but i’ll add a link in the notes) “He's angsty, pretty socially awkward, has an aptitude for science, and is kind of an outsider. He gets bullied by Flash and he gets his ass kicked after trying to stand up to Flash. He isn't a "cool" person in any way (until the ending, in which he's best buds with Flash, so I'll give you that). While Maguire is more accurate to the 60s comics where Peter in high school is just a fucking loser with basically no friends, in the ultimate comics, Peter is more of the kid who has a small amount of friends, but isn't popular.”. Honesty i fully agree with this because once again, other versions of a character are allowed to exist. You can dislike one version, but its silly to dislike something for not being exactly like another thing.

Ive also heard that Peter isnt “nerdy enough” in this movie which really doesnt make any sense considering the entire plot happens because Peter was looking into some of his parents’ research. If he wasn't interested in looking further into his father’s work what reason would he have to go to Oscorp where he’s bitten by the spider? Why would he have become Dr. Conner’s assistant? If he wasn’t intelligent how did he develop the web shooters?(something that Tobey!Peter doesn't have to do out of plot convenience might i add).

Another complaint i see is that the quips he uses in the movie(the first one specifically it seems) makes him seem like an asshole. Honestly thats a fair complaint, but i think its a good bit of characterization; espcially if he does get better about it in the second movie like the internet suggests.The Peter in this movie is a rightfully angsty teen; of course he acts a bit of an ass to criminals(also i feel like its important to mention that he’s like that to criminals? its not like hes being a dick for no reason).

Compare this with the Tobey Maguire(TM) movies. Like i said i haven’t seen these in awhile but as far as i’m aware TM’s Peter doesn't really do anything particularly nerdy in the film? I may have forgotten something( ok in the scene before he gets bitten he knows a cool spider fact) but he doesn’t have to invent the web-shooters because they came with his powers and he’s only at Oscorp in the first place because it’s a school field trip that he appears to be taking photos for. This Peter does fit the definition of outcast(friendless and bullied for it), but honestly i just dont like him. He’s weird and something about the character makes me feel like i should be a little grossed out every time he looks at MJ at the beginning of the movie.

I honestly don’t have any complaints for Tom Holland’s(TH’s)Spidey. Tom is a great actor and from what ive seen i enjoy his portrayal of the character.( He made me cry when i character i actively dislike died).

Story

I cant really say much for TAS story. It’s interesting but nothing special really. However, there is one scene that i don’t think i’ve seen anything like since( the closest would probably be the train scene in the original trilogy).

The crane scene. Early in the film Peter saves a boy from a car that has fallen off of a bridge, and at the end of the movie this becomes relevant again when it is uncertain that Peter will be able to get to the lizard to stop him in time.(as Peter is already injured and pretty far from the lizard’s location). The boy’s father is then revealed to be a construction worker who recognizes that Spider-man is going to need help to get to the lizard; he remembers how Spider-Man saved his son and organizes the rest of the construction workers to build a path out of crane arms for SM to swing from. All of them are putting themselves in danger by not evacuating, but SM’s actions in the first act of the film motivate them to do what’s right.

I love this scene primarily because it highlights something that i think is a really important part of Spider-Man’s character; his connection to the people he saves. SM is often shown interacting with and chatting with the people he has saved after the fact. One comic shows Peter accidentally scaring some bullies and then taking the time to ride the bus to school with them to continue their conversation and educate the students on bullying.( There’s definitely more but this is off the top of my head).

Another scene in TAS that i love is shortly before the crane scene when Peter is originally attempting to make his way across the city to stop the lizard, and he is shot down by the police. They manage to unmask him before Peter comes to his senses( he had just been shot and fallen pretty far out of the sky in his defense). From there Peter is able to deal with the police while keeping any of them from getting a good look at his face. The one cop he cant take out happens to be Gwen Stacey’s father who had previously had an argument with Peter about Spider-Man(Peter obviously on SM’s side and Mr. Stacey against SM). Peter turns and allows Captain(?) Stacey to see his face. I believe that this is an example of an unwilling identity reveal done right. i really enjoyed this moment because Peter had just shown that he likely could have gotten out of this encounter with his identity in tact as he had just taken down however many men. This implies that it was an active choice on Peter’s end to trust that Captain Stacey would ultimately do the right thing and allow Peter to go fight the Lizard, rather than a final desperate attempt to get away unscathed. Whether or not this interpretation of the scene is correct or not it still gives the character a bit more agency than some versions have done with their identity reveals.

In Spider-Man 2 Peter starts to lose his powers because he’s having internal conflict about wether or not he should be Spider-Man. Honestly thats kinda neat and i might want to give that a rewatch. As for the one i have seen i don’t have any complaints. I do however prefer the way that Peter was bitten in TAS because it was a result of him poking around where he shouldn’t’ve been rather than him just happening to be standing in the right place for a spider to land on him.

Onto TH’s movies; the way Disney has treated Spidey in the MCU is why TH’s is my least favorite version of the character. I feel like too much of the story revolves around Iron Man; Iron Man made Peter’s suit and equipment, Iron Man introduces Peter to the MCU(via blackmail but thats another rant for another annoyingly long post), its Iron Man that “makes” Spidey in this universe rather than Spidey being self-made. In Homecoming(which remember i havent seen outside of clips so bear with me) most of the conflict is cause directly or indirectly by Tony’s refusal or inabilty to communicate with the teenager he’s meant to be mentoring

For one the entire incident with the ferry could have very easily been avoided had Tony bothered to communicate with Peter enough to tell him that the situation was being taken care of. On top of that at the moive’s climax Peter is shown trying to get in contact with Happy(from what ive picked up isnt he a chauffeur? like idk his deal i just know he’s someone Peter got pawned off onto after Civil War). Peter even goes as far as to somehow hack into Happy’s phone(i think thats what happened it was a weird tech thing that shouldve been a red flag that the call was important though) but instead of listening; Peter is ignored. If this was a different kind of movie Peter literally could have died and itd be the fault of Happy and Tony like..... A large portion of conflict comes from characters being incompetent and not communicating and thats just poor storytelling.

Before this turns too much into an anti mcu rant id also like to say that the way they did Civil War was really dumb considering that Peter defects to Cap’s side in the comics, but whatever.

Also i loathe the way they handled the identity reveal at the end of Far From Home. With MCU movies most people know to expect an end credits scene by now, but typically that scene is not important to understand what’s happening in the films; they just aren’t important. Putting an identity reveal here makes it seem significantly less important than it is. On top of that i dislike their use of J Jonah Jameson for this scene.

JJJ is a character who has been repeatedly shown to have a genuinely good heart. All of his anger comes from a place of love for his city(he even says this hemself in the ps4 game when May writes in to tell him that he needs help). He hates Spider-Man because SM reminds him of the masked man who killed his wife; JJJ has never been able to get past that( and Peter’s antagonism of him definitely doesnt help) However, JJJ has been shown to care for people; he has a son who he often brags about, and one comic shows that JJJ is paying Peter for “amateur” quality photos because he knows that Peter is having a hard time and “just need some help”. JJJ has even learned Peter’s identity before and kept his secret for him(seriously though i cant remember the name of the comic but its defiantly worth the read), and in the original trilogy when Goblin threatens JJJ he claims that he doesn’t know who sends in the photos of Spidey because he does it via email( this is a lie). The MCU will have a very difficult time convincing me that JJJ would ever out a teenager’s identity and put him in danger like that. It goes too far against his character.(this could be hypocritical of me to say considering how i just insisted that multiple versions of a character can exist but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

This is accidentally turning into an MCU rant but id also like to say that i hate the lack of a TH!Spidey origin movie because it gives you no motivaion for Peter becoming SM or explanation of his powers; most people will know these things but if youre unfamiliar with the character its bound to be confusing(and im a sucker for origin movies)

#long post #spiderman #andrew garfield #The Amazing Spider Man #mcu crit #j jonah jameson #can you tell i care a lot?#cause i do #rant #ramble #this was not proofred #like at all #see theres a typo in that tag!#i would apologize but im not sorry

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datninjalyfe · 4 years ago

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Punishments Begin

For the rest of the week, the boys hardly talked to one another. The four that were punished worked on different floors of the dorms, but because there were only 3 floors (plus the basement, but they were told the janitorial staff would clean the basement) to Katsuki’s demise, Todoroki and Izuku were put on the same floor. In addition to cleaning the dorms, their school work doubled and each night as they had to work on combat training with Aizawa, who pushed them so hard for hours. By the time the day was done, they were so exhausted. On the first day, Aizawa targeted Katsuki. He thought Aizawa was actually trying to kill him.

“Again.” Aizawa said as Katsuki tried to dodge Aizawa’s binding scarf, but it was to no avail. Every time he tried to dodge it or blast it, Aizawa would snatch him and erase his quirk. He ran, jumped, avoided and used his quirk over and over again, until he could no longer make more than a slight blast, despite him sweating profusely, but he couldn’t spark up. “Again.” Aizawa said. He could hardly move. Aizawa’s hair fell and he closed his eyes. He started to walk away and told the rest of them, “You aren’t done until you’ve all finished running a mile. Then go straight to bed.”

They obeyed, but the mile was brutal. It took all Katsuki’s energy to keep running and telling himself he could take a nice shower when he got home. When he was finished, as he left the training facility, he fell against the grass, head-first, and just laid there for just a minute.

He felt strong hands pull him up off the ground, wrapping around his chest. “C’mon, Kacchan.” Izuku said, helping him up. Katsuki wanted to say something, pushing himself up, but he was too tired to even see straight. Izuku looked tired too, breathing heavy. He leaned into Izuku’s arms for a moment, his eyes closing, but Izuku let go of him, and handing him his backpack, he said, “Here you go, Kacchan.”

When he could, Katsuki mumbled a, “Thanks.” but was too exhausted to say anything else. When Katsuki got to his room, there was so much homework Aizawa gave him from today’s lecture and without being in class, he had to learn it on his own. It was already nearing 21:00, and he needed a break, but decided it was better to get studying.

He awoke the next day, startled from the alarms. He was still at his desk—his head was laying against his book of defensive techniques. He cursed quietly, but when he tried to turn, his face hit the book again. He was ridiculously sore and just as tired, but he did his absolute best to clean the floor he was assigned to, which in his opinion wasn’t nearly as bad as day one. This time, however, Izuku was assigned with Kirishima, which made him a little excited that he might get a chance to see Izuku the next day. He finished the grueling physical lesson that evening. What made it even worse was Aizawa hardly gave any feedback, only saying the words, “Nice try.” and “Again.” Katsuki used a light explosion to push dirt up towards Aizawa. Thinking Katsuki got him, he tried his best to muster an explosion, but it was incredibly weak, and almost immediately, his quirk was stopped. He cursed again, trying to launch attack after attack, but it was to no avail. Izuku tried to use One-For-All, reaching hard within, but Todoroki was the only one who was able to get close to touching their teacher. He was stopped as well, almost instantly by Aizawa. They might as well have been swiping at air. The boys finished with a run and they were told to go ahead to bed, when they arrived, once again there was a mountain of homework.

He awoke the next morning more excited. He thought today would be the day he would get to spend with Izuku, but to his horror, Aizawa assigned Kirishima and Todoroki to work together. “Why does Shitty Hair get to have more than one partner two days in a row?” Katsuki snapped at him.

Aizawa narrowed his gaze. “Because he didn’t sneak out to go to a nightclub, that’s why.” Aizawa put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Katsuki huffed. He worked on the top floor, doing the same thing he’d been doing the day prior. Izuku had the second and it took all of Katsuki not to go down to the second floor just to say two words to him. Despite all the hard training, Katsuki hadn’t stopped thinking of that night after he’d been arrested. Someone in class had reminded him of his arrest, but truthfully, he’d do it again in a heartbeat to get one more night with Izuku. His dick grew a little harder. His fantasies took over his mind, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he thought about Izuku licking and sucking on Katsuki’s fingers. He thought about bending Izuku over a bed, grinding against him.

A text from Camie brought his mind back to reality. “Fuck,” he said, realizing he hadn’t gotten nearly as much cleaning done as he thought. He pulled out his phone, the message reading: ‘wanna see me again tonight?’ He thought about ignoring it, but instead wrote back: ‘getting arrested is a real cock block.’

He waited for a response and once he was sure she wouldn’t text him back, she did. ‘so, you’re not going to see me?’ He was brought back to being with her. It was fun, he had enjoyed himself immensely, but after these grueling punishments, no one was worth this.

Izuku might be, he thought. He was absolutely exhausted. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since falling asleep on Izuku’s chest. He just passed out, but it felt as though he just blinked and then his alarms just went off. When he actually thought about it, he remembered how he and Kirishima had fought about her. Feeling bad for Kirishima, he texted her his number and said, ‘here’s a friend of mine that might be happy to talk to you.’ He thought about texting Izuku a couple of times, typing out a few words, but then deleting them. He did this, over and over again. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. Without thinking about it, he typed out the words: ‘we should talk.’ It was simple, to the point. He was about to push send, Aizawa’s voice yelled out from his bracelets. “You can have a lunch break now. Half an hour only, then back to work.”

He headed downstairs to grab lunch. It was the first time in the few days they got a little bit of a break to eat. There was fresh pot of rice steaming. Katsuki was already eating at the table when the others started their spooning rice into a bowl. Todoroki sat across from Katsuki, who rolled his eyes. Does he have to sit here with us? But then Izuku sat down. Directly next to Katsuki. Izuku smiled a little when Katsuki realized he must’ve been staring.

“Is it okay that I sit here?” Izuku asked. “I can move, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Izuku started to get up.

“NO.” Katsuki yelled, reaching out and grabbing Izuku arm quickly. Everyone became really quiet, as Izuku quickly turned around and put a hand over Katsuki’s that had grabbed his bicep. The two looked at each other, their eyes locking into place for a moment. Katsuki hardened his grip as this, feeling Izuku’s muscle tighten in his hand. Izuku mumbled something Katsuki didn’t listen to and sat back down, but Katsuki still didn’t let go. After the strenuous few days they’ve had, it was nice to be able to be this close with him.

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, breaking their gaze and looking at the hand that Katsuki still had on his arm. Embarrassed, he let go and broke apart the chopsticks to eat.

“Dude, I don’t know what to do.” Kirishima said sitting down at the table, breaking the awkward silence. “Camie texted me. She—she said she wants to meet up.”

“Wait, Camie texted you?” Todoroki asked, coming up to the table, surprised.

“Who’s Camie?” Izuku asked.

“She’s a girl from Shiketsu.” Todoroki said. “Bakugou and I did our remedial training with her.”

Kirishima went through his phone and held up the picture of Katsuki being arrested. Katsuki went to yell at him, but Kirishima ignored it, pointing to a girl in the background. “That’s her, the one next to Bakugou.”

Izuku looked at the picture. “Oh.” He looked away from the phone, his cheeks turning pink.

“What?” Todoroki and Bakugou asked at the same time. They exchanged looks before turning back to Izuku.

“I saw her at the licensing exam the first time around. She’s powerful, for sure.” Izuku said.

“Wait, you saw her too?” Kirishima said. “Am I the only person who hasn’t said more than 4 words to her?”

“She’s powerful? She’s an airhead.” Katsuki said, completely ignoring Kirishima.

“I’m not sure what her quirk is, but it might be something similar to a transformation quirk.” Izuku started.

“Her quirk is glamour. Like an illusionist.” Todoroki said. “She probably made herself invisible by manipulating her surroundings.”

“Maybe.” Izuku said, looking into his empty bowl. “But she definitely transformed from Uraraka back into herself.” Izuku blushed. “Does she make herself naked when she doesn’t glamour?”

Todoroki shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“She was naked when she transformed—or rather, unglamoured herself at the licensing exam.” Izuku said.

Katsuki blinked. He knew that she’d probably had sex with others, but the words blurted out of his mouth before he could stop himself, “Wait, did you fuck her at the licensing exam?”

To his relief, Izuku shook his head, but then said, “No.” but then quietly added, “I’m not a virgin, though.”

“You’re not a virgin?” Kirishima asked. “No offense, but you give off a super virgin vibe.”

“I had sex in middle school.” Izuku told them. He laughed a little, but Katsuki just glared at him. Almost reading his mind, Izuku blushed and said, “It was Nebina Kogo if you’re curious. Our Moms are really close and she was one of the only girls my mom would let me have in my room.”

“You did not have sex with Nebina Kogo.” Katsuki said, but their Moms did work at the same office, so it wasn’t impossible. Nebina was a popular girl at their middle school whose quirk could read people’s emotions. She was super cute, but gave off a really pretentious vibe.

Izuku nodded. “She asked me if I could be the one she lost it too.” Izuku looked away. “It was nice, but there was a lot of, um—,” he thought about the right word. “Learning.”

“Damn, Midoriya.” Kirishima said. “You got one up on me.” But Katsuki ignored the fact that it was completely obvious that Kirishima was a virgin, but what he couldn’t ignore was that Izuku wasn’t.

“Is that all?” Kirishima said. “Did you guys do anything else?”

Izuku nodded, and then rubbed the back of his head. “I’d really like to change the subject now—,” but when Kirishima wouldn’t let it go, Izuku’s face turned even more red, his freckles turning darker and said, “She gave me a blowjob.”

“She blew you?” Kirishima said, looking flabbergasted.

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten. Just head.” Todoroki told them.

“No one asked you, Icy Hot.” Katsuki snapped, not taking his eyes off Izuku. Katsuki couldn’t understand why he was so upset. ‘You’ve done so much worse,’ Katsuki thought to himself, thinking about Camie the other day. He wasn’t a virgin by any means. He really shouldn’t care, but it bothered him so much. Katsuki’s eyes squinted together in anger.

“How far have you gotten, Bakugou?” asked Todoroki. “All the way?” Katsuki nodded, forgetting that only a select few knew about him and Camie. Kirishima had speculated, but didn’t outright ask. Still, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“What was it like?” Kirishima asked, practically jumping across the table towards Izuku.

Izuku didn’t look at them. “It felt great, but it didn’t mean anything. When we were done, we both just realized we were kind of just—,” he got quiet again before saying, “—doing research.”

Katsuki’s heart stopped. Those were the same words he’d spoken to All Might. Is it possible Izuku was trying to find out if he was gay by fucking Nebina like Katsuki did with Camie? Katsuki enjoyed it, but Izuku was right: without doing it with someone you love it wouldn’t be special. Someone special. He immediately thought of the other night when he fell asleep in Izuku’s arms. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering Izuku’s hands running through his hair. The deep, shallow breaths that Katsuki tried to mimic. In this moment, they were close. Right next to each other. Katsuki couldn’t help but want to reach out, their hands being so were close. He lifted his hand, reaching out his pinkie, slightly heating his hand in case Izuku’s was cold.

Without thinking, he placed the finger on Izuku’s hand, his heart racing in his chest. ‘Come on, Deku, I just want you to look at me, one more time.’ As if reading his mind, Izuku looked over, confused, but didn’t move his hand. Katsuki held his breath as moved his finger to lock his pinkie with Izuku’s.

“BOYS.” a loud voice came from the ankle bracelet that jolted everyone at the table. Izuku moved his hand quickly away. “Did I not tell you only a half an hour lunch? Get back to it. Now.” They all started to move as Aizawa gave further instructions, “Be at Alpha Quadrant at 16:30, we’re doing gas training today. Don’t ask the other students about it.”

Katsuki inhaled as Todoroki took their dishes to clean them off. Izuku walked away, saying, “See you guys at Alpha later then.”

Katsuki got up as well, thinking he could follow Izuku up the stairs, but by the time he go to the staircase, Izuku was already on the second floor. He thought about going to see him, just to say a few words, but if Aizawa knew they had a longer lunch break, then he could probably figure out what floor Katsuki was on. He bypassed the second story, walking up to finish his punishment on the top floor.

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They arrived a little early, but Katsuki truly just wanted to get Alpha Quadrant over and done with. Alpha Quad was a single room used for a single purpose. The space was designed for the students to get out of a scenario that seems impossible. It was possible, they were reassured, but rarely did students ever succeed and that didn’t give them much hope. The four of them were brought into the empty room, putting on gas masks. “The goal is to escape.” They heard Aizawa’s voice say over an intercom and almost instantly gas leaked out of the walls.

“Shit, what the hell is this—?” Kirishima started to yell, inhaling quickly, but almost immediately, he collapsed. Katsuki watched as Kirishima’s body disappearing in the thick fumes that covered the room. Katsuki moved a little, but pain shot up his arms. It burned his skin, his eyes starting to water. Even with the mask on, it hurt to breathe. He tried to inhale as much as he could, but it his hurt his throat too much. He could set off an explosion, but not knowing where anyone was, and knowing he would probably be graded on if everyone got out, he would likely be docked points if he hurt someone else. If he set off a couple sparks above him, it might move the gas for a single moment so he could at least see where everyone was. “Single—shot….focus….” All he needed was to concentrate all his energy on a one shot. Just one. Then, the gas would dissipate for a moment and he could see everyone, but he knew he only had one second. He tried to spark up, but the gas was pulling at his skin. The more he tried to breathe, the more painful it became. It was pure agony to try and move.

“Kacchan!” a little flute called out, but when Katsuki tried to look up, the gas stung his eyes. He cursed loudly as he heard, “Kacchan, where are you?”

“Deku!” Katsuki called out, but his voice wasn’t as loud with the mask on. “Shit, Deku, I’m here!”

“Bakugou!” Todoroki said and though the watering of his eyes and the thick of the gas, he saw a tiny flame flicker. “The door is over here!”

“I can’t fucking move!” he yelled. He was in agony, his skin feeling like it was being scorched. “The gas—” He was getting lightheaded. His eyelids were getting heavy and the room started to spin.

“Kacchan!” Izuku appeared in front of him and when Katsuki looked over at him, he wasn’t wearing a mask.

“Deku, what the fuck?” Katsuki asked, reaching out to cover his face. ‘Why the fuck did he take off his mask?’ His hand covered Izuku’s mouth, but Izuku grabbed his arm and pushed it off.

“It’s the mask that’s hurting you, not the gas.” Izuku said, taking a step towards him.

“My skin—,” Katsuki screamed, his skin searing. He tried to move, but screamed in agony when he did. He crumpled to his knees, Izuku grabbed him as he leaned forward, stabilizing him. Katsuki’s eyes watered, his face contorting from the pain, but his eyes stopped when they found Izuku’s. Two concerned, bright green orbs that stared into him intensely.

“Trust me,” Izuku whispered, running his hands through Katsuki’s hair to find the mask’s clasp. Katsuki never took his eyes off of him as there was a light ‘click’ sound and Izuku gently pulled the mask down. They stared at each other, really looked at each other for the first time in a while. Katsuki was breathing hard, trying not to look away, trying so hard not to break the gaze, but when he inhaled deeply, he coughed, feeling the oxygen fill his lungs. “It was the filtration unit.” Izuku said, as Katsuki took in the air. “It’s got some sort of poison in it.”

Katsuki felt his hands warm as the pain dissipated and he clenched his hands into a fist, feeling the heat of his quirk. He lifted his right hand into the air, letting a few sparks pop out. Just like he thought, the air circled around the small explosions.

“There!” Izuku yelled, running over to Kirishima, who laid down on the ground. Katsuki followed him, rushing over to Kirishima.

“Let’s get this off of him.” Katsuki said, referring to the mask still on Kirishima’s face. He was still feeling a bit light headed. Izuku pulled off his mask and lifted Kirishima over one shoulder. “Icy Hot, are you still by the door?”

“Yeah, can you see the flames?” Todoroki said. They saw a glow from Todoroki. As they walked towards it, Kirishima started to wake. Aizawa was waiting for them outside. “Congrats.” Aizawa’s voice said. “You passed. Quicker than some of your classmates I might add.”

“They’re idiots, of course we did.” Katsuki said, helping Kirishima to his feet.

“This scenario actually happened to some people. A guy used his quirk to make poisonous gas masks. You can read about it in your homework. I want a report on it tomorrow. Good work today.” Aizawa said. The boys left, feeling good about their accomplishment.

Katsuki opened his mouth, about to ask Izuku to stay back for a minute to talk, but Kirishima grabbed his arm, holding him back. Katsuki watched as Izuku ran up next to Todoroki and the two made their way back to the dorm together. “Do you need something, Shitty Hair?”

“I decided I’m leaving tonight to go see Camie.”

There were no words. “How fucking stupid are you?” was all he could say after a minute of just taking in the sheer absurdity of that statement.

“I found a way to take off the ankle bracelet.” Kirishima said. “I wanted to see if they really were tracking our movements, so I took it off and went to the second floor to talk to Midoriya. They are only tracking the bracelet.” He bent down like he was going to tie his shoe, but pushed down on three out of the twelve buttons in a certain order and it clicked right off. “I just need to know how to get off campus.” He clicked it back on.

Katsuki thought about it. He watched Izuku as he and Todoroki walked next to each other. His heart sank in his chest as Izuku laughed at something Todoroki said. If he could get his bracelet off, maybe he could go see Izuku tonight. In his room. He wanted nothing more than to just have a second alone with him. He selfishly wanted Izuku to hold him again. Just the feeling made Katsuki’s heart tighten in his chest. “It’s harder than you think. Each teacher has a code to get through. The night I left was Hound Dog’s shift—,”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said, pointing to a scratch on his face. “Yeah, I know. We ran into him trying to climb the gate.”

Feeling badly, Katsuki explained, “There’s a teacher’s entrance at the gate 12. Each teacher has a code and you need the code to leave.”

“Woah, that’s it?” Kirishima asked. “Who’s working tonight?”

“Midnight.” Katsuki said. “But I don’t know her code.” That was a lie. He knew all the codes and who was working when.

“Damn. I just—I heard all you guys talking about how far you’d gotten and I know Camie’s the girl I want to lose it too.” Kirishima closed his eyes in embarrassment. “I’m just not manly enough.”

Katsuki sighed. “Midnight’s code is literally 1-2-3-4.”

Kirishima’s eyes lit up. “Oh man, I’m so pumped.” He used his arm to make and fist, and hardened it with his quirk, using it to lightly punch Katsuki.

Katsuki pulled out his wallet and handed him a condom. “Make sure you wear this. Last time—,” he suddenly stopped himself, not wanting to reveal that he and Camie had sex to Kirishima. He coughed, correcting himself, “I don’t care what Camie says, it’s not worth your dick falling off.”

Kirishima looked at it. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thanks, dude!” He ran up ahead, past Todoroki and Izuku. Katsuki started humming. He was excited too.

He was going to see Izuku tonight.

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#katsudeku #izukatsu #katsuki x izuku #bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #mha midoriya #mha bakugou

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mab1905 · 4 years ago

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84 Questions

original:

https://fuckyeahsurveys.tumblr.com/post/61049002526/84-questions

1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

Someone New (Hozier)

Cactus Tree (Joni Mitchell)

Budapest (George Ezra)

And Dream Of Sheep (Kate Bush)

Nancy Mulligan (Ed Sheeran)

And Then She Kissed Me (St. Vincent)

Level of Concern (Twenty One Pilots)

Lovefool (The Cardigans)

Best For Last (Adele)

Video Killed The Radio Star (The Buggles)

2. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you?

Japan. I travel a lot and it’s been on my list for a while, I would really want to go to the Hayao Miyazaki/Studio Ghibli theme park, if it ever opens that is. I would bring my best friend, Layla. I also would love to go to Amsterdam again.

3. What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen)

My ink nib cartooning pen (similar to a quill, but without the feather)

4. Favourite month and why?

October, not too hot, not too cold, and of course, Halloween!

5. Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them.

Nope, met several, got to true connections though.

6. Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are.

My iPad, my Leatherman Multitool, my collection of David Bowie postcards.

7. What brand logo is closest to you currently?

The Apple logo

8. Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites?

Chess. Card games like Solitaire, Black-Jack, and Castle. A game that I can’t remember the name of but it’s essentially a board-game version of Capture The Flag. Mostly Chess.

9. A musical artist you love that isn’t well known

St. Vincent? I’m not sure if she’s well known or not.

10. A musical artist you love that is well known

David Bowie.

11. What is your desktop background currently?

A picture of Apollo 11 accompanied by the words “It won’t fail because of me”

12. Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them

My best friend Layla, through the iMessage app.

13. First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow

Salmon

14. What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?

My iPad, my computer, my collection of vintage stopwatches

15. What kind of headphones do you use?

Sony, wireless, noise canceling, over-the ear

16. What musical artists have you seen perform live?

Twenty One Pilots, Sylvan Esso

17. Does virginity matter to you?

I guess? I think it’s important, it’s certainly some kind of ‘milestone,’ but I don’t think it should be treated like the scale of a persons ‘purity.’ It’s important because it’s sex, and (hopefully) that means that you’re sharing a consensual, intimate experience that feels fucking great for both (or all, if it’s more then two) participants.

18. What gaming consoles do you or your family own?

Z e r o, although I’m hoping to buy a PS4 at some point so I can play Detroit Become Human.

19. What pets do you have? What are their names?

Juno is my cat, she is an adorable grey tiger-striped shorthair. She’s got little white mitten-paws and it’s absolutely ridiculous.

20. What’s the best job you’ve ever had?

Doing tech at a local theater

21. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

Teaching art to little kids (I like kids but it was just exhausting)

22. What magazines do you read, if any?

The New Yorker, and the National Geo if I’m like, waiting in my doctor’s office or something.

23. Inspiration behind your URL?

It’s just my initials and a year from the Edwardian era

24. Inspiration behind your blog title?

It’s just my initials

25. Favourite item of clothing?

My reddish-brown knit sweater vest and my floral bow-tie (often paired together)

26. Are you friends with any exes?

I made a very conscious effort to cut my exe out of my life… we were not happy for a very long time to say the least

27. Name at least one book you loved as a child.

Strega Nona, it’s about an Italian witch that makes great pasta in a magic pasta pot. My dad would read it to me and my sibling in Italian.

28. What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English)

US English

29. What email service do you use?

Gmail

30. Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in?

So many things. Here's the list:

A giant David Bowie poster, a plaque that says “David Bowie IS,” five David Bowie postcards, a giant Abbey Road poster, all of my patches from summer camp, polaroids of me, my friends, and my family (including my cat), ticket stubs from concerts and plays, two trail markers that I took off of fallen trees on two important cross-country backpacking trips I went on, playbills from a bunch of broadway shows I’ve seen, a poster that says “Stonewall was a riot,” a DC Comics poster, a Pink Floyd poster, a few paintings of mine, and a painting that I got for free from a street artist I befriended in Rome when I was twelve

31. What’s your favourite number, and why?

16, 24, 21, and 8, some numbers make me uncomfortable, but these are just very soft and light and nice

32. Earliest moment in your life you can remember?

A rocking chair with fruits painted on it sitting in a dark room and my great grandfathers brown leather loafers (I remember early early stuff in just images or stills, not full moments)

33. What did you have for dinner yesterday?

Pasta with shrimp

34. How often do you brush your teeth?

Usually twice a day, but I’ve been waking up later and later and sometimes forget in the mornings

35. What’s your favourite candy/chocolate?

I don’t know the name of it but it’s this chocolate bar that is stuffed with caramel, hot chili flakes, and crunchy bits of baked tortilla. It's one of the greatest things I’ve ever tasted.

36. Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently?

I used to have one but I deleted it because I never used it

37. If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat?

I would probably walk into the kitchen, realize that too eat something I would have to muster the effort to cook something instead, and then decide to just have a glass of milk instead.

38. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?

Downton Abbey (primarily Thommy)

Chernobyl HBO (as well as the Leonid Toptunov/Sasha Akimov subfandom)

Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit (books and movies)

CrankGamePlays

Buzzfeed Unsolved

Star Trek TOS

Philosophy Tube

The Dark Crystal and The Dark Crystal: Age Of Resistance

39. If you could study anything, what would it be?

If I had the energy to fully wrench my life in a completely different direction I would like to become a professional scuba diver and study the ocean. I already am a scuba diver, but it’s a hobby and not something I’m able to do very often at all.

40. Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick)

I’ll wear chapstick if I have a cold

41. How would you describe your sense of humour?

Intellectual and dry

42. What things annoy you more than anything else?

People who think they’re better than everyone else and people who recognize a fault in themselves and then refuse to work to change it

43. What kind of position are you in at the moment?

I’m laying on my bed, hunched over my laptop

44. Do you wear much jewellery?

Occasionally I’ll wear a necklace or a few rings. I have a lot of non-traditional bracelets (I literally just have pieces of canvas and industrial tie-line wrapped around my wrist). I’m a gay guy and I like to sort-a walk the line between feminine and masculine (often leaning more towards the masc side), so it really depends on my mood.

45. Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc)

A cheese-pizza flavored pringle is currently POTUS and every day the thought of that tears away at a piece of my soul.

46. Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own

@shochmonster @velvet-of-the-night @panicsheerbloodypanic

47. What do you carry your money in?

My pocket, I have a wallet and I don’t use it

48. Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not?

It’s fine, don’t love it don’t hate it

49. Longest drive you have ever been on?

Three days

50. Furthest away from home you have ever been?

Went on a trip to Switzerland to visit family, I think that’s the farthest but I’m not entirely sure.

51. How many times have you moved house?

Twice

52. What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture?

Five paintings, stacks and stacks of books, boxes filled with stuff (mostly more books), plates, glasses, cutlery, clothes

53. How many devices do you own which can access the internet?

2, and iPad and a computer

54. Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy?

Listening to music

55. Is there anything that always makes you sad?

Thinking about my past for too long

56. What programs do you currently have open?

Google drive, I’m writing

57. What do you associate the colour red with?

Blood and fire

58. Last strong smell you can remember smelling?

Shrimp and butter

59. Last healthy thing you ate?

Three green olives and a handful of bean sprouts

60. Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day?

Used to drink coffee like it was life support (which it essentially was), now I’ll have the occasional cup of tea.

61. What do you associate the colour blue with?

Birds and rain

62. How long is the closest ruler you can find?

I don’t think I own one

63. What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing?

I am wearing olive green corduroy slacks

64. When was the last time you drank water?

30 minutes ago?

65. How often do you clear your browser history?

Never

66. Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic?

Nude anything can be artistic, it can also just be normal, eroticism is in the eye of the beholder.

67. Ever written fanfiction for anything?

Yes dear god so much fanfiction.

68. Last formal event you attended

I genuinely can’t remember, I am have extreme social anxiety and don’t go to events like that unless I absolutely have too

69. If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why?

I don’t care about birthdays

70. Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside?

Beach, I love to swim, I’m also a surfer

71. Roughly how many people live in your town?

Uhm… eight times the number of people who live in the state of Montana and that doesn’t count daily commuters and tourists (New York City is essentially just a tin of sardines, except inside are 8.399 million sardines)

72. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?

No, but three of my friends were born on the day just after my birthday.

73. Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores

The Strand Bookstore, L Train Vintage, any antique shops in the town of Hudson, New York

74. Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one?

I used to have an iPhone 5SE but then it stopped working after a few weeks of quarantine and I haven’t gotten a new one (I’ve had it for about 5-6 years so it makes sense)

75. What is your least favourite colour, and why?

I don’t have a least favorite color, but my favorite color is prussian blue

76. How do you spell grey/gray?

Grey

77. Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link)

It’s anime fanart for a show I’ve never heard of

78. What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow?

79. How many posts do you have?

219

80. How many posts have you liked?

619

81. Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content?

Mostly reblogs but I do my own content as well

82. Do you track any tags?

No, just blogs

83. What time is it currently?

10:39

84. Is there anything you should be doing right now?

writing

I’m not quite sure who to tag so it’s just open to anyone I guess?

#i love questionaires #they're so much fun

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damianodavide · 3 years ago

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Never stopped loving you (pt. III)

Final part, based on this prompt | Part I | Part II

Summary: Damiano x reader [undefined gender].

When reader is confronted with their painful feelings about Damiano, they desperately needs to talk about it.

Word count: 2,4K

Consists: ANGST, but fluff returns.

Thanks again to @daviddamiano for proofreading. Inspired by 'Young Heart' by Birdy.

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Pale morning light crept into the room, coming trough a crack in the curtains. You were sure you had been staring at the ceiling for hours. Victoria’s slow breathing sounded from the bed next to yours, Chili lying beside her.

Once you came into the room to go to bed, she had cornered you, asking what the hell was going on. ‘Is it Damiano?’ she had finally asked, when you kept trying to assure her everything was fine. ‘I mean, I’m not blind. Neither of you were looking at each other!’ she’d added. ‘No Vic, I said it’s fine!’ you had replied, louder than you’d intended. She’d looked at you with a pained expression, but she’d left the subject alone. You both lay in bed afterwards, quiet, until she fell asleep.

Of course, it had been inevitable for her to notice something was amiss during dinner; the tension had been tangible. You had seen her and Thomas sharing concerned looks, as they tried to keep the conversation going. Ethan had failed to keep the pretence everything was normal, since he kept looking between you and Damiano. All the while you had sat there, wishing you could leave the table. As Vic had noticed correctly, he wouldn’t even look at you.

You sat up cross-legged, reaching to the curtain and pulling it forward slightly. It was getting lighter outside; it had to be 5 am already. You let go, and the room went dark again. It couldn’t go on like this, you thought, as you rubbed your hand across your face. Even though you were exhausted, you just couldn’t stop your mind from turning.

Maybe Ethan was right, you should talk do Damiano. This time you should solve it like an adult, you couldn’t run the way you had done before. You had to let him know that whatever you felt for him was nowhere near as important as being friends. And if he didn’t want to be, or couldn’t, he had the right to tell you.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand. 5.23 am. Maybe you should message him. If you waited until tomorrow you would probably be too nervous. For a moment your thumb hovered above the screen, but then you opened your texts and started typing.

‘Hey I think we shou…’ No. ‘Damiano after last night… ’ You deleted it. What was it that you wanted to say? ‘Hey, I would want to apologise for last night, since I noticed something happened between us…’ Noticed something happened, what would he even think? You hit backspace again. Eventually you settled on: ‘Hey, I wanted to apologise for last night, I thought I may have I said something that upset you. Could we talk about it?’ This seemed okay. It had to be. Compulsively you hit send.

Online it suddenly said beneath Damiano’s name. Oh no, had he read it? You shouldn’t have sent it! ‘Cazzo!’ you said, too loud. You clamped your hand over your mouth, as you watched Victoria anxiously. She was silent for a moment, but then her snores filled the room again. Chili looked at you curiously. Relieved you looked back at your phone.

Damiano is typing… He really had read it. You watched in horror, as it went back to online and then typing again. It felt like it took an eternity, but then a text appeared: ‘I want to apologise too, do you want to talk now?’

Your breathing quickened. Now? You looked around the room in desperation, left hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat pounding underneath it. You didn’t know what to do. In your panic you nearly spoke up to wake Victoria, but stopped just in time. ‘Breathe, just breathe,’ you told yourself.

Eventually you deliberated it was the best option to talk to him. It being so early, you could still hide under the covers afterwards. Trying to sound casual, you typed: ‘Sure, I’m awake now anyway. Meet at the pool?’ and sent it.

You threw your phone on the bed. As it bounced away you hid your face in your hands, breath shaking. Ever since last night you felt close to crying and now especially you had to try very hard to push it down.

Through your fingers you saw the phone light up, and you leant over to read. ‘See you there,’ it just said. You sighed, getting up. You had to get it over with.

You searched under the bed for your flip flops and grabbed a sweater. You pulled it on over your shirt and shorts, as you walked to the door. The dog followed you with her beady eyes and whined softly. ‘Stay Chili,’ you whispered to her.

When you turned at the door to close it behind you, you looked at Vic, still soundly asleep. As you watched her relaxed complexion, a profound loneliness crept over you. All of a sudden you felt so far apart from her. Normally you would tell each other anything, but tonight you had even lied to her. You promised her silently that you would tell her everything when you came back. You just hoped you wouldn’t have to tell her that you had to leave again.

Quietly, you walked across the landing to the stairs into the living room. As you went down, you carefully stepped over the creaky step in the middle. Nearing the glass sliding doors, you saw that one of them stood ajar. You wondered if Damiano had been quicker than you were, or that no one had locked it in the first place. You pushed it open a bit further, so you could slip through the gap.

You stood there for a minute, breathing in the crisp, cold air, before starting towards the pool. The beauty of the garden at this hour was captivating. It was still enveloped in a hazy half-light, colouring everything a pale blue.

As you walked, you hugged your arms around your body. You were sure your shivering wasn’t completely caused by the temperature. As you rounded the corner of the hedge you braced yourself, the knot in your stomach getting tighter, until you saw he wasn’t there yet. You approached the edge of the pool, staring into the water, your arms still tightly across your chest.

‘Hey,’ you heard softly, behind you. You closed your eyes momentarily, before turning around. ‘Hey,’ you said. Damiano looked a bit dishevelled; his soft hair messy and his eyes slightly wary. He was wearing his white knitted cardigan over some shorts. It was the one that tended to slip of his shoulders, which it had now, baring the butterfly tattoo. Noticing your glance, he tugged it back up quickly.

‘Uh,’ you cleared your throat, ‘maybe we could sit?’ You gestured to the sunbeds Victoria and Thomas had been using yesterday. Damiano opened his mouth, but then just nodded.

Once you’d sat down on the sunbeds sideways, facing each other, you wished they were further apart. You were closer to Damiano than you were comfortable with for this conversation. He looked a bit uncomfortable as well, his eyes darting to yours before looking back at his hands.

The silence becoming unbearable, you said breathlessly: ‘I think I’ll start – start with saying – well, I’m sorry about yesterday.’ ‘Yeah, I’m sorry too,’ Damiano said quietly, still not quite able to look at you. Not sure how to go on, you thought about the conversation with Ethan. You might as well follow his advice.

‘The thing is – what I wanted to tell you – uh – .’ You exhaled, steadying your yourself. ‘I’ve been thinking about what made me react the way I did and I think I know now. I find it quite difficult to tell you, but I think I should.’ He was looking at you now.

‘We never talked about our feelings of when we broke up, and I realised – I realised that I still find it hard at times to think about the way it ended.’ When you met his eyes, his expression made it hard to go on, but you had to. ‘The way we interact – .’

‘I’m so sorry,’ Damiano suddenly blurted out, startling you. ‘I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I – I shouldn’t have flirted with you the way I did. I just – I don’t know what I was thinking.’

Perplexed, you stared at him, unable to comprehend what he just said. ‘Wh – What?’ Damiano looked tortured, as he covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. He let them fall in is lap again. ‘I never stopped loving you [y/n]’

You could only gape at him wordlessly. You felt elated and light headed hearing these words. A warm feeling was spreading trough your body, even though it seemed impossible expand your lungs. You looked away from him, still breathing shallow.

‘I’ve ruined it, I’m such an idiot!’ Damiano exclaimed, jumping up. He had mistaken your stunned silence for rejection. Realising your error, you grabbed his arm. ‘Damia please – .’ Damiano looked back at you, anguished, and you let go immediately. ‘Please stay,’ you asked in a small voice.

Ever so slowly he sat back down, his eyes averted. You were silent for a moment. You had no idea how to go about it, not having expected this turn of events, but somehow the words found their way out of your mouth. ‘That I broke up with you, it didn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. In fact, I still do.’

You caught his eyes, eyebrows now raised in astonishment. ‘Looking back, I’ve known ever since I came back for the tour – no, ever since you hugged me after winning.’ A wavering smile was tentatively spreading on his face and you returned it. ‘It’s just that… What you said after we broke up, I didn’t want to hurt you again.’

‘I’ve never regretted saying anything more,’ he said quickly, shaking his head. The sun was finally climbing above the hedge, casting a golden glow over the garden.

‘We were so young, and I was… hurt, but of course I noticed it wasn’t working.’ He considered his words. ‘I was under a lot of pressure, you even more so, and I was afraid to acknowledge it. Now I know - I know that you were right, and I think I could be better now, if you’ll have me?’ His voice ended in a question. He looked at you, hopeful, but his brow was furrowed in worry.

You felt an intense joy swell in your chest. ‘Of – of course I’ll have you,’ you stumbled. His brown eyes were catching the dawn sunlight that illuminated his face. You shoved forward on the sunbed to reach towards his hand. It was a bit cold like yours, you felt, squeezing it softly. ‘But you don’t have to be better Damia,’ you added. He looked up from your hand in his lap, clearly touched, his expression soft and open.

For a moment your mind went blank, marvelling at his face. Your eyes flit down to his lips and up again. Flustered you let go of his hand, as you quickly sat up. You sat there looking at each other for what felt like minutes, both trying to get your head around the changed situation.

Damiano then took a sharp breath, as if he tried to muster some courage. He hesitated, but then he stood to come and sit beside you. You turned towards him, your knees touching his, your hands awkwardly in your lap.

‘I’m actually really nervous,’ he said, as breathless as you felt. You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to be, or that you were too, but you were so close to him that you could hardly find your voice. So you just shook your head, and cleared your throat again. ‘It’s okay,’ you managed.

It felt like you were pulled towards him, your faces now inches from each other. He raised left hand to cup your face and rubbed your lips with his thumb. Giving you one last look, he pressed his lips onto yours.

The contact lasted only seconds, but long enough to taste him, feel his tongue graze yours as your lips parted. When he let go, he looked at you intently, as if he wanted to see what you thought. Looking back you could see the once so familiar flecks of gold within the dark of his eyes. It finally made your arms come back to life.

Your right hand travelled up his bare thigh. You heard a short intake of breath, as he looked down. When his eyes shot back up, there was a hungry look in them. Your other hand found his chest and then is neck, his cardigan slipping off once again.

You pulled him towards you this time, only now realising how much you had actually yearned for him. As you kissed him deeply, Damiano pulled you in a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you. You opened your mouth, finding his tongue. Damiano let out a soft whimper. The euphoric feeling in your chest had grown so much that it felt like you could burst.

When it all became too much, you let go of him, gasping for air. You looked at each other in amazement, until Damiano suddenly started laughing. Though somewhat confused, you couldn’t help but laugh with him. It broke the tension. ‘We’re so stupid,’ Damiano chuckled, ‘what must the others think of us.’

You thought of telling Victoria what happened and your face fell. ‘Oh God Vic, she’ll go berserk for me not telling her earlier. How will I be able to face her?’

Damiano looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘Maybe it’s better not to risk waking her.’ You got where he was going and grinned. Leo, with whom Damiano shared the room, had gone home for the week. ‘Oh, I think that’s a great idea,’ you said, as he matched your smirk.

Damiano looked over your shoulder and gestured. You turned to see the sun, which had now fully risen, bringing warmth with it. Damiano put his arm around you, pulling you closer. You sighed contentedly, finally able to relax.

You wished you could be forever in this moment, your head resting on his shoulder, but eventually Damiano kissed the top of your head and whispered into your hair: ‘Right, we probably both need some sleep.’ You realised how tired you felt and nodded.

He stood and pulled you with him. Standing close, you gazed into his eyes. He tenderly stroked his thumb over your cheek, smiling down at you. Then he turned, and you let him lead you back to the house.

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wydobrien · 5 years ago

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𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

THIS FLUFFY FIC WAS SAVED BY @writingsbychlo. i cried and yelled when i saw that i had accidentally deleted the whole thing and saved. go love on her. send her the most love. other than that! fucking! blessing! this is a calmer, genial and probable fluff fic i had written with my cat in my lap. take a temporary ease from the day, like the massive relief i got, and enjoy. pleasepleaseplease send lots of love to chloe. she made my literal day.

⠀⠀⠀ A routinal, inconsistent phone ringer awakes you, but not from your alarm. Groggily half-opening your eyes, you discover that, oh-so expected thirty minutes from your morning alarm, it is simply Stiles. You would’ve been thrown off if he hadn’t, seeing as no matter what time you set your morning alarm he found a way to be the sound you woke up to. They read as distracted as the equally spastic sender, nonetheless doing its job of bringing a soft smile to your face to peak through the exhaustion.

(y/n) wake your cute ass up.

I’ll be over in 10 minutes. I’m lonely.

Scratch that, babe, make it 5. Stilinskis don’t get speeding tickets. I miss you. It’s been 7 hours since I last saw you. That is a ridiculous amount of time.

I got pulled over hold up shit fuck

I’m going to die it’s Parrish

⠀⠀⠀ Grabbing your phone from its charger, your feet padded downstairs, the cool wood feeling nice against your toes. You turned on the kitchen lights, not worried for your work-absent parents, and dug into the fridge freezer for some waffles. You poured some sugar-free syrup into a measuring cup, just to be able to microwave it without burning your fingertips, and popped some creaks from your back. The silence became broken when an abrupt sound came from the living room, and a smile grew on your lips the moment your brain translated who was here.

⠀⠀⠀“What the fu-. . . I am removing this thing as soon as I get through. This is a ghastly, evil contraption meant to keep us apart. I hate it.” The sight of the chainlink lock keeping Stiles from bursting into your house made you laugh. “Yeah, very funny locking Stiles out. You’re so funny this morning.” You smirked, slowly shutting the door, ignoring the glare you received. Just for the pure hilarity to intensify his annoyance, you took your time unhooking the chain, holding in laughter from him banging on the window next to your door.

⠀⠀⠀ Once unhooked, Stiles dashed to the door, turning the knob and taking only two steps inside before taking your cheeks in his hands and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was long and sweet, a typical good-morning kiss from him, ending the kiss with a short peck. “Morning, Stiles.” He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, spinning you two a 180 before moving backwards until his lips snapped from yours, then shuffling into the kitchen to see what you were making. You crinkled your nose once the smell settled in afterwards. “Jesus, you smell like a crackhead.”

⠀⠀⠀ Unfazed, he plopped four waffles into the toaster, placing the cup of syrup into the microwave. “And your morning breath is a crackhead’s armpit, but you don’t see me complaining. I helped you shower last night, remember? I was too lazy to take a second one.” You blushed slightly and walked into the kitchen to join Stiles, hugging into his back as he poured hot syrup over his four, always four, waffles. One of his hands cuffed over your hold on him, and you kissed atop his back. You ignored the smell this time. “I can use another one, after I eat, though.” he mumbled, and you smiled against him.

⠀⠀⠀ “By yourself, though. I have to get ready.”

⠀⠀⠀ “After showering with me again, though. I think I’m worth another tardy.” His words were muffled with waffle, but the excitement remained evident in his tone. You slid a hand from under his and squeezed over it, before disconnecting from him. “Am I not worth a tardy? Am I just a quick fuck to you? Am I just your whore now? Where do we stand anymore?” Eyes rolling back, you shook your head and ruffled his hair, heading to your room.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀ A loud sigh exasperated to vibrate off of all four walls in the classroom. “For the final Goddamn time, Stilinski, you are not a seat. Please remove Miss (l/n) from your lap.” With much hesitance, you were lifted back into your seat, the warmth from Stiles disappearing into the cold metal and plastic. “Back to textbook notes, class, please. . . for the love of God.” Chuckles scattered across the classroom, Stiles squishing his cheeks together in boredom.

⠀⠀⠀ Seeing as you shared half your classes with Stiles, a calculative move he bribed the front office to accomplish without alerting administration, this involuntary lap-sitting continued from class period to class period. Two teachers didn’t call him out for it, both being coaches either being out of the classroom for more than half the time or on their phones making plans for their teams, and the rest either snapped at the two of you or gave up after Stiles kept finding ways to ‘inappropriately’ touch you while class ran. You grew with the habit, a day-to-day thing that came with the perks of being Stiles’s girlfriend, so much in fact that it actually felt weird when you sat in your actual seat.

⠀⠀⠀ Lunch was a relief, Stiles plopping you down on his lap while you two shared a lunch. Scott and the rest of the pack rolled their eyes, while Stiles happily munched on gross school fries. “The fact that you inhale that mystery food is astonishing.” Lydia commented, munching on cinnamon dusted apple slices. Stiles continued to stuff his face, tossing a fry at the strawberry blonde. She passed the fry onto Liam’s plate with a scoff, the beta eating it without much thought, before, as normally most students did, spitting it out into a napkin and setting the nasty, spit-up fry pouch aside.

⠀⠀⠀ “I just don’t get it.” Scott chimed in in agreement, leaving Stiles to huff and wipe his fry-crust hand on the arm of Theo’s shirt.

⠀⠀⠀ With one hand on your thigh, he squeezed it and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Oh, wow, can you guys look at Liam?” Stiles chirped, softly rubbing your thigh and watching everyone eye the beta. “Shit, wow. Would you look at that. Look at him minding his own business. Isn’t that cool?” The pack groaned at the quip, Stiles grinning in satisfaction and pecking your neck. You smiled, patting his cheek gently, and ate a fruit cup. Liam didn’t seem to notice the attention was even on him, munching away at a cold ham sandwich from the salad bar.

⠀⠀⠀ “I love you, mouthy spaz.” You whispered, and Stiles smiled toothily against your skin, hugging you into him with a low sigh of content.

⠀⠀⠀ “I know.” he responded breathily, and you felt him flutter his eyes shut. “You have to, or else I’d die.” You rolled your eyes and fought your own smile when you felt his grow a little.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀ Rubbing your temples in a mix of exhaustion and relief of being freed from education for the rest of the day, you opened your legs and slid down the passenger seat. Stiles had given you a ‘secret, never to be shown to the public eye’ second key to Roscoe, just so you didn’t have to wait in the heat or cold of the day for him to get to the jeep. He hopped into the car, tossing his backpack to the backseat like it had insulted him, and drummed his hands against his steering wheel. “What’re you feeling?”

⠀⠀⠀ You sighed, arching your back into his hand sliding across your shoulder blades to massage into the stiff muscles. “A two-cent hooker after a long night from the curb.” Stiles blew an airy laugh from his nose, digging his thumb and palm into the small of your back till you bent over the seat even more. “Or, maybe you after taking the Pacer Test.” A gentle smack to your arm made you laugh, Stiles ceasing the massaging and clicking your seatbelt for you, all the while forgetting his own blissfully. You leant against the door, having learnt to sleep against the unruly bumps and dips from the potholes Stiles sped through by now, skull pressed against the warm glass with the sun’s rays aiding your comfort.

⠀⠀⠀ Stiles kept the radio off, even the police scanner, occasionally peeking over to watch you nap. Eventually, his hand crept back to your back, rubbing it rhythmically. The amount of love the boy had for you was inexplicable.

⠀⠀⠀ An abrupt, sharp braking from Stiles woke you up peacefully, unclicking your seatbelt and about to exit the car, only to be stopped by a locked door. His eyes pleaded with you when you turned to give him a look, finally nodding and shaking your head at his gleeful smile. He swiftly exited Roscoe and went to your now unlocked passenger side, opening his arms and scooping you up to them. He nestled his cheek onto the top of your head, his heart thumping against your arm, particularly skipping a beat when you curled up against him. Forgetting about your backpacks, he kicked your door shut and dug into his pockets for your house key.

⠀⠀⠀ He greeted your parents quietly, sitting down on the couch with you still remaining within his arms. Your mother shut the door with a grin of most expectedness. “You two have a good day?” Stiles nodded, you doing so as well slowly. He cinched his eyebrows together, rubbing his hands across your shoulders and thighs, hoping to get you back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀ You awoke to a deeply asleep Stiles above you, his mouth agape and double-chin ever so preciously present. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and decided not to move. The two of you probably napped till six, confirming the guess as you heard noises from the kitchen of your dad making dinner, and the quiet clicking of your mom finishing work on her laptop in the armchair beside you two. He snapped awake, jolting against you, from just your slight wiggling, smacking his cotton-mouth open and closed. “I haven’t slept this good since that night when we-” You smacked his chest, hard, and your mom suspiciously looked at the two of you. “watched that Star Wars marathon till 3.” Your heart rested when your mom bought the lie, tucking away the images of Stiles getting literally thrown out by your dad and your mom making you take a pregnancy test.

⠀⠀⠀ “What’s for dinner, dad?” you called out, Stiles stretching his arms out to the sides.

⠀⠀⠀ “Food.” he answered promptly, and you groaned, Stiles ruffling your hair and kissing your forehead. “Easy, Stilinski.” He paused mid-kiss, eyes widened, and you laughed.

⠀⠀⠀ The four of you ate dinner while watching a random movie, and as your parents, your mom before your dad, left, Stiles shifted you to sit in his lap properly, facing you to him. He leaned in, slowly, and the two of you kissed the day away for a while. He rolled circles in your sides. “Shower, now? At mine.” he requested, and you nodded your head in defeat.

⠀⠀⠀ He whooped, and he threw you off his lap before running upstairs to come up with a clever excuse to your parents of why you were staying the night at his. Stiles cheerfully came down the stairs with a bag already packed with your stuff, and you stood. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

⠀⠀⠀ “You wouldn’t dare. Now, get your cute ass up. Pronto. Right this instant.” You rolled your eyes, hopping up and following him out the door.

⠀⠀⠀ A typical day with Stiles Stilinski, really.

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