#woah my english is looking worse

[cottagedreamy]

New ocs!!

I've been on the WHA fandom for too long, and i'm really happy to create my own ocs for this universe! I'll make their own lore, but all you need to know it's that they're best friends from different schools and teachers.

I have no idea for names for the bird girl, but the sun boy is called Apollino!

Translation:

-Pointed hat witch

-Design based on a brazillian hummingbird species

-Has hyperactivity, talks fast

-Special magic: She can combine velocity and fly magic on the shoes, so she can fly really fast

[sanaexus]

social's as shidou's girlfriend

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yourusername: i feel bad for rin this mf don't even go easy on his on girl

tagged: shiidoryu

shiidoryu: they say all is fair in war and love ↳itoshi_sae: it's love and war fucking idiot ↳shiidoryu: you love me 🥺👉👈 ↳yourusername: mate IN MY FUCKING COMMENTS? ↳shiidoryu: you're saving as if i don't eat that pussy every night ↳yourusername: blocked. reported. I FUCKING HATE YOU??? ↳chigi.who: woah guys maybe like don't do that here??

nikkoki: why the last image. ↳yourusername: why not 🙁 ↳megubachi: for gits and shiggles 🥰 ↳rin.itoshi: that's not the fucking quote?? ↳megubachi: and you're not the best striker so stafu ↳rin.itoshi: TAJTS SO UNNNESCARY?? ↳isaichii: look at rin finally genz-ing w the spelling errors and capital letters ↳hiyori: feels like yesterday he was js a little baby ↳megubachi: they grow up too fast ↳rin.itoshi: you guys are my 13th reason.

shiidoryu: si 💔you💔won't💔mention💔the💔part💔where💔i💔 bought💔you💔icecream💔and 💔then💔talked💔sjit💔ab 💔your💔ex💔 ↳yourusername: and you're not gonna mention the part where we had the bet who could swing the fastest and i won bc you fell on your butt and felt like you were ab to throw up so you HAD to get me icecream? ↳shiidoryu: #donttakltomeiamdespressed #betryaedbymyowngf #emo ↳karasu_tabito: HE FELL ON HIS ASS? DO YOU HAVE THE RECORDING I'LL PAY FOR IT ↳yourusername: bet how much we talking? ↳karasu_tabito: enough to buy another shidou prolly ↳yourusername: check your dms ↳eita.otoya: are we buying people from the black market ↳kenyu.yukimiya: no we are not the fuck?

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shiidoryu: i actually do love my girl and i don't always act gay

tagged: yourusername

julian.loki: "i actually do love my girl" proceeds to try to throw her into a garbage can ↳mikka.kaiser: fucking dustbin you mean? ↳hiyori: OH MY GOD U REMIND ME AB LINDASY FROM MY 4TH GRADE CLASS WHO USED TO NITPICK ON EVERYONE FOR THERE ENGLISH ↳mikka.kaiser: their* ↳isaichii: stfu it's called a trashcan ↳kuniisuke: i think we're straying off topic BC THAT'S A WHOLE AHH HUMAN THAT'S GOING TO BE PUT ON A FUCKING DUSTBIN ↳mikka.kaiser: in* ↳oliver.aikyu: i swear to fucking god i will ↳alexis.ness: nuh uh ↳yourusername: MAN KUNIGAMI AND OLIVER THE ONLY REAL ONES FR ↳oliver.aiku: we gotchu girl ↳kuniisuke: second that except in a less gay manner ↳julian.loki: SHE'S BEING PUT IN TRASH. ↳rin.itoshi: she's fine. shidou has that trash tan all the time ↳megubachi: i think she's okay considering how ego roams around with that garbage ahh haircut ↳isaichii: that trash can't be worse than igaguri's football skills, she's fine ↳mikka.kaiser: YOU SAID FOOTBALL THANK FUCKING YOU ↳shiidoryu: you're fucking him?

user1: ignoring the second picture the one is actually so cute like 🌷🧚‍♀️💅🎀💕✨‼💯 ↳yourusername: lyt cutie ↳shiidoryu: YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME CUTE? ↳yourusername: go stare at sae's ass or something ↳itoshi_sae: no don't do that don't stare at my ass ↳yourusername: jokes aside he was actually nice to me in that picture (he didn't try throwing me off) ↳user2: something in that sentence makes me think she got thrown off a swing far too many times ↳shiidoryu: in my defense she keeps putting tomatoes in my sandwhich ↳yourusername: you look like one don't blame me

karasu_tabito: did he fall on his butt this time? ↳yourusername: he was careful bc i was sitting on his lap ↳eita.otoya: shidou in his softie green flag era? ↳yourusername: what if he's actually doing this to gain my trust and like gives me off to some kidnapper ↳nikkoki: bffr rn he would probably BE the kidnapper ↳shiidoryu: yeah what if I AM the kidnapper

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yourusername: he isn't always an asshole <3

tagged: shiidoryu

chigi.who: the last picture?? ↳yourusername: my life goals right there ↳yourusername: shidou that better be us when we grow up ↳shiidoryu: that already IS us ↳yourusername: are you called me a 73.8 year old grandma? ↳shiidoryu: IN MY DEFENSE IM CALLING MY SELF A GRANDPA TOO

aryu.jubei: your hair is very ✨glam✨drop the hair care routine (did he try to yank your hair?) ↳yourusername: check dms ↳yourusername: SURPRISNGLY NO?? HE WAS ACTUALLY REALLY NICE TODAY?? ↳shiidoryu: i'm always nice baby ↳yourusername: yeah to your side chicks ↳shiidoryu: YOU are the side chick, sae is ml ↳yourusername: oh fuck you what does that man have other than thick thighs, a thick ass and an ass attitude ↳itoshi_sae: what do i not have ↳yourusername: proper relationship with your family ↳itoshi_sae: fuck off

shiidoryu: you look pretty ↳yourusername: ily im gonna go cry ↳shiidoryu: DON'T CRY WHY ARE YOU CRYING NOW I COMPLIMENTED YOU ↳yourusername: THAT'S THE THING YOI COMPLIMENTED ME ↳shiidoryu: wajt

user3: she looks so pretty and happy in the second pic. shidou you better watch out, i'm in your walls ↳shiidoryu: my walls are nasty, what if my dead hamsters are there ↳yourusername: MY TEIGO. I BOUGHT IT TO YOUR HOUSE AND IT JS DESPAWNED ↳shiidoryu: I'M SORRY

user4: when a zesty ass loving thigh loving (man loving) tomato looking demon who kicks balls around and pick fight w emo boys can pull ↳yourusername: my dms are open for u ↳shiidoryu: no they're not ↳oliver.aiku: how much we betting that he's gonna go make 15 accounts to spam y/n dms ↳isaichii: betting a whole ahh bachira ↳megubachi: WHY ARE U BETTING ME OFF??? ↳chigi.who: betting my other acl ↳kuniisuke: HELP WHAT?? ↳kenyu.yukimiya: betting my already shit vision ↳nagi.seishiro: my gaming console ↳reo.miikage: my entire networth ↳itoshi_sae: my abibas sponsorship ↳user5: ABIBAS 🔥🔥💯💯🔛🔝🗣🗣 ↳rin.itoshi: betting off my brother ↳itoshi_sae: what

welllll that took a lot longer than it should have buttt here you go shidou simps i had fun writing this ig sorta maybe kinda idk

[masivechaos]

only you, only us!

── ☆ remus lupin x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous.

── ☆ Warning/content: mention of parties, drinking, kinda making out, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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Remus watched as you laughed, he would be smiling if you weren’t laughing with Sirius. Sirius, his best friend on whom he had placed all his trust and told all his insecurities. He had to admit he felt quite betrayed.

He took a long sip of his drink, passing his tongue on his top teeth “Everything’s alright mate?” James said as he came by his side, his eyes following Remus’ stare “Ohh, Y/n, huh?”

Remus groaned “Of course Y/n. But of course, Sirius has to flirt with her” To forget the idea he took another drink. James let out a chuckle, not daring answer to his friend. When Remus was like this talking to him was like talking to a wall. The werewolf settled further on the couch, pouty lips against his glass. “Fuck him,” he groaned. 

“Hey… You don’t think you’re going a little hard on him?” James had to defend the person he considered his brother. “He doesn’t seem to flirt with her. Knowing him, he’d probably be snogging her right now if he liked her.”

Remus knew he was right but he was still angry. “Look at her. She likes him.” James knew it wasn’t true, you told him your crush on Remus but you'd asked him to keep it to himself, he was a good friend and couldn’t betray your trust.

“How do you know?”

“She is looking up at him, biting her lip and laughing at something probably stupid” The full moon wasn’t far which made Remus… mean.

James rolled his eyes “C’mon, that’s maybe the time to make a move, don’t you think?” Remus didn’t answer anything, too stubborn to admit his friend was right. “Moony! You can’t be mad at her for ignoring something you never told her”

Remus rolled his eyes. James was so right and Remus hated it. He was never confident enough to make a move on you, you were too perfect, too pretty, too kind for him. But keeping his love for you silent meant he had to border on the idea of seeing you with someone. And somehow, the possibility that it could be his best friend hurt even more.

Sirius always had everything Remus fancied. Girls, a pretty face, a charmful smile and people who wished they were him. No one wished they were Remus. Then again, why would they? Who would want to be a werewolf with scars and eyebags who’d rather read than going out to party like this one?

He couldn’t help it but be jealous of Sirius, even as his best friend it was hard not to feel this way. Remus let out a long breath, the party was shitty enough he didn’t need his own mind to make it worse. 

When he looked around him, James was gone and after taking a quick look at the crowd he found him talking to you. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t want James to get involved. Maybe it was the best way to get you and him together but he felt even more weak, a selfish part of him didn’t want help. He knew damn well it was stupid since he wasn’t brave enough to do anything. He got up, he couldn’t handle the sight of you anymore. 

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Y/n,” James called. You turned your head and a smile found your lips.

“James!” You opened your arms to pull him into a quick hug. “What’s up?”

The boy cleared his throat “I have a friend-”

“Woah, who would have thought?”

He shot you a glare “- who need helps”

“Who?” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Er… Remus” Your body froze at the name “He’s a little mad and it maybe has to do with you talking to Sirius”

You were a little confused. James knew you fancied the lycanthrope but he never told you the love was mutual. “Do you mean he’s jealous?” You didn’t like the idea of Remus being upset but you couldn’t help the part of you that felt pleased he might fancy you too.

James only grinned as an answer and you understood. Without even thinking, you turned to the sofa but found it empty. Your legs started to run the castle on their own, you finally found him, sat against a tree in one of the courtyards.

“Remus?”

The boy lifted his head, he looked angry and you didn’t like it. You wished you could just kiss his frown away. “Y/n.”

His tone wasn’t welcoming but you decided to settle by his side “What’s going on in this head of yours?” you were smiling but internally you just wanted him to stop being irritated, you wanted him to smile.

“Nothing.” The silence that followed was long “You were having fun with your boyfriend?” you heard the disapproval in his voice.

Your eyes widened “My boyfriend?” you echoed.

“Yeah. Sirius.” Remus was avoiding your eyes, his knees were pressed against his chest.

James made you understand Remus was jealous but to witness it was like an electroshock, the boy hid his feelings well, you were so surprised.

“I don’t like Sirius” you wanted your words to comfort him.

Remus rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure” he mocked. He didn’t believe you. Sirius was everything a girl could want, right?

You frowned, habitually Remus always believed you and it hurt to have lost his trust. “Why do you think I’m lying?” you sounded a little saddened.

“I saw you with him. You’re talking with him more and more, hanging out with him more and more. Just say it to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I- I’m not with him…,” his anger that once amused you was making you a tad sad now. “We’re just friends! I- I just talk with him because we understand each other-”

“Understand each other?” he quoted, a scoff leaving his lips out of disbelief.

Now you were truly hurt. He was so blunt, he normally never was like this with you. “Yes!” you started to get angry too “We both have shitty families! We understand each other! Next to each other, we can finally find the comfort we both craved as children!”

Remus looked down, ashamed. He felt guilty for letting his anger win him and hurt you in the process. He hated this part of him that still wasn’t sure. He kept his mouth shut, he had done enough stupid things for tonight.

“You still don’t believe me?” Remus heard how offended you sounded. “You want me to show you I don’t like him?” your tone had changed to a more… soft one? 

Remus heard you move next to him but he didn’t dare look at you, staring in front of him. Unfortunately, even like this, somehow, your face ended up in front of his. He wanted to back up but the bark behind him was already digging in his back. Your lips tugged into a large grin “Why are so grumpy? Why don’t you believe me?” you asked softly, almost pleading.

“Because it’s obvious you like him.”

You sighed “I don’t.”

“Why wouldn’t you like him? He’s handsome and charming and popular and-”

“And what if I like you?” you smirked.

Remus lifted an eyebrow and let out a tsk. He shook his head, it wasn’t possible, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t even understand why you’d like him. “No you don’t. I’m not the type of boy you want to date. I’m not handsome and I’m not nice and-” you cut him off by crashing your lips on his. Remus’ eyes widened in surprise, his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t move, his mind processing what you just did.

You pulled away and grinned “Still don’t believe me?”

“I…” he started, “I…”

You waited patiently “You…?”

“Fuck,” Remus mumbled before he pressed his lips to yours. You chuckled, your hand cradling his cheek, your thumb softly stroking his freckled skin. You leaned into him, your chest flushed against him while he pressed himself closer to you until you were laying on the cold midnight grass. His hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to the ground. You let out a small whimper at the roughness due to the close full moon and the built up jealousy.

Remus pulled away, his breath heavy “Merlin..” he cursed, releasing your arms “I… You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he smiled, his cheeks a light shade of pink. 

You let out a short chuckle “Yeah”

Remus laughed at your sass “Cheeky,” he said before he pressed his lips to your cheek, he let his mouth linger on your skin, “I like it.”

You looked up at him with shiny eyes from the excitement and the two or three drinks you got this night “Do you believe me now?”

“Mmmh,” he had an amused smile playing on his lips. “I need one more kiss to be sure,” he said as his lips trailed down until they found yours. You offered him a short kiss. “Hey now, that wasn’t enough”

You laughed and offered him a longer kiss, letting your lips parted so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. Remus let out a soft groan, pressing his body against yours.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours “I think I believe you now.”

“Good,” you whispered, breathless. Your fingers got tangled in his hair, your voice a little more serious now “Why do you doubt yourself so much?”

Remus looked away and shifted, he rested his head on his chest “It’s hard to believe you’d like someone like me. You’re so perfect and I’m so me.”

“You’re so incredible,” you whispered, your lips locked against his temple “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re caring and sweet and kind and handsome. Very handsome.”

“Am I?” Remus smiled.

“Oh yeah. I like everything about you. Even when you are grumpy,” you said. Your nails scratched his scalp “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have no interest in Sirius, only you, Remus. Only you.”

Remus’ smile widened “Only me,” he repeated, tasting the words on his tongue. He pressed his lips to your neck briefly “I’m sorry I got mad,” he said after a moment of silence.

You sighed “It’s alright. You have nothing to be sorry for,” you whispered in his ear.

Remus closed his eyes and breathed in your skin “Can I say I love you or it’s too soon?”

“You can say it,” you muttered, your heart beating faster and heat creeping to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, his lips tickling your soft skin. You stayed silent for a while, a huge smile on your face.

“Merlin, I love you too.”

He shifted, rolling to his side to look at you “So… it’s only us right now, isn’t it?”

“Only us,” you assured, kissing his lips softly.

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[6okuto]

I'm completely obsessed with your Touchstarved headcanons, if it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could do headcanons of Ais falling in love with the reader/MC??

And maybe then do something similar to Vere, if it's not too much trouble

(sorry for my English)

AIS FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | it's almost valentine's day guys. THANK U!!! i'm glad u enjoy them ^___^ this got... long. but if u still want vere feel free to remind me and i'll probably make a post! ^^ i'm always inspired by these kinds of ideas...

it's more of a slow burn because he teases you but you brush it off as his personality rather than anything serious

he's intrigued by you! he finds your company entertaining if nothing else, or at least that's what he tells himself. whether you throw his banter back at him, or stutter at his quick flirtations, ais can't help himself from making up excuses to find you

one moment that sets an alarm off in his head is after he's gotten into some bar fight. the bruises and blood on his knuckles, scratch by his collarbone, and the way he winces when you touch his shoulder get your attention easily. he tells you he's fine, that he's dealt with worse, and that the other guy got totally knocked out, but you pull him along anyway to take care of him.

but ais hasn't had someone take care of his injuries in. a long time. so he's stiff and awkward despite your friendship at this point. his eyes follow your every move, and he doesn't even realize it until your eyes meet. you ask a simple "what?" and he tries to play it off by saying "nothing." ("you're cute when you worry." etc etc LOLL)

and you scold him, because seriously, can you just like, not get into fights. one day someone's going to break your nose or something, and then what? what're you going to do when you try to hit on someone and you're still recovering from a black eye?

you're saying it absentmindedly, making jokes to lighten the mood. but something about the way you carefully graze your fingers across his skin and bandage him gets ais Thinking. and it's really weird because he's silent, and he's never really silent when you try to joke with him, so you go quiet too, and now he's thinking even more, and have you always furrowed your brows like that when you're focused, have you ever been this close to him before?

i don't think i'd make this moment The moment of realization. it's sort of an introduction

other moments i can think of would be ais watching you get along with his pets, you catching him by surprise by fucking with him (some sort of prank), and the first time you guys are like, serious and sentimental for once.

. okay. the vere thing. fwb that got too close is different (in my opinion) to him just having an honest crush and wanting a relationship btw. the avoidance would be him not knowing what to do/being insecure rather than not wanting a relationship. in my mind at least.

ais with a crush is... Intentional. with the things he does. the signs he gives you. like from an outsider perspective, without your own insecurity or nervousness, it's Glaringly obvious.

more touchy. but he makes it casual and you start questioning it like ...? maybe he's just more comfortable with me because we're friends! (you're nervous because his arm is resting behind your head on the couch like woah) (doesn't move his leg away when your legs keep touching)

of course if you don't like physical touch his feelings would show up in different ways anyway. asking if you want to tag along to buy some things. remembering that book you bought and asking if you finally got around to reading it or if it's collecting dust on your shelf. or maybe it's moments where you ask him something about his past as a half joke, fully recognizing it isn't something anyone else really knows, and he tells you anyway.

still teases you though. obviously. you ask him to open your water bottle and he opens it then pretends to waterfall it into his mouth. takes a sip when you aren't looking but makes it really obvious he did when you look at him. at some point you knock on his door, ring the doorbell, call him, etc. and he takes like 5 minutes to finally let you in. and you're like what's your problem and he just shrugs like oh i didn't hear you (loser burnt his food and was trying to hide it + the smell before you saw)

anyway. i think ais falling in love is subtle moments that build up. glances that he doesn't turn away from when you make eye contact (he smiles and pretends like it's casual). teasing that's teetering on flirting, straight up flirting that for some reason doesn't get called out by you. him looking for you at the bar and relenting from a fight because you swear to god, you'll get such a huge headache, he'll be indebted to you for 3 weeks. him taking you home and making sure you feel alright in the morning.

and there's this tension because he knows, and you think you know, and he knows you've noticed (he isn't trying to hide it) but neither of you are saying anything about it and at some point someone's going to blurt out a confession and there's going to be a kiss and joke about How long that took and!!!

being in a relationship with him is basically what i've said. like you guys were already acting like it before you finally got him to say he wants to be your boyfriend LOL. just some pet names thrown in, official dates, no hesitation in affection you were scared about before

nia when do you think he'd say he loves you. ...! Haha. awesome question

realizing he loves you is easy enough. i can see different possibilities for that. at some mundane moment where he's watching you work on a hobby and explain it to him, or getting ready to go out and asking which outfit looks better.

orrr when you walk in on him doing a bit/prank and immediately play along without hesitation. when he witnesses you threatening/challenging some guy on his account (if you're the type to do that). no matter what, you ask him about it and he's kind of awkward because he thinks it sounds silly LOL

but saying i love you is different to realizing + showing it with his actions. That's where his hesitation sets in in my opinion. because he can be sure he does, be sure you love him, but saying it out loud isn't really something he's done before, and it's a sign this relationship is Serious y'know.

it's going to take...A While... if you wait for him to say it first. you're probably better off just asking to talk about it at that point, like, about your guys' feelings and saying i love you y'know. you can both promise to say it at the same time and then when neither of you say it accuse the other with "oh so you hate me?" before laughing and actually saying it! think about it. silly!

but if you say it that's different. maybe written in a card (he stares at it for a long time and debates what to do), casually while saying goodbye (he watches you leave and replays it in his head), saying it in an intimate setting (he stills and looks at you before smiling/laughing a little and commenting on how you beat him to it (he's grateful))

"love you" over "i love you" guy when it comes to casually saying it btw. also a big fan of annoying you, you saying "i hate you," and replying with "love you too."

sorry friends i have to stop here because my laptop is Quite Literally slowing down/lagging when i start typing atp in the post. somebody help me

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[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie’s Memory Log: Day 2-5

part 1 here | part 3 here | part 4 here | part 5 here | part 6 here

(ao3 link here)

There’s chewed up bits of food splattered violently all over the hospital lunch tray.

“Are you trying to feed me or torture me, Harrington?” Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of his arm.

Eddie still remembers Steve’s name.

“Kung Pao Chicken.” Steve over enunciates each syllable. 

“My memory is fucked - not my speech, asshole.” 

“Your attitude is fucked worse than your memory is.” Steve grumbles. “You asked for this yesterday, remember?”

Eddie chooses not to answer verbally and instead, shoves the tray away from his bedside.

Eddie doesn’t remember asking for Kung Pao Chicken yesterday. If that weren’t already obvious.

He dramatically chugs down a styrofoam cup of water. “Seriously, my tongue feels like it’s been assaulted.”

Nah, his fucking behavior today is all very reminiscent of that Shakespeare play - Steve only read the cliff notes for it during his junior year English class. Taming of the Shrew? Take a wild fucking guess who is the shrew right now…

Steve spoons a bite of his food into his mouth without throwing a tantrum. “Maybe your taste buds changed.”

“Maybe you’re wasting your time.” Eddie snaps back. “Maybe you should leave.”

Steve is  not in the mood for this. Not today. Robin is still borrowing his car and he didn’t get a window seat on the bus, so his Patience has clocked out early. Not even in the goddamn building anymore.

“Fine.” He gets up, packing up his meal that he can’t even enjoy. Look, Steve’s not asking for a candlelit dinner by any means. But changing the weather forecast - dramatically pouring food out of his mouth in that way? Munson is a goddamn piece of work (Pollocks probably, considering the mess).

That reminds him:

Eddie remembers how to be dramatic. Theatrics must be in his bloodstream or some shit.

“Are you leaving or what?” Eddie is flipping through the tv channels, not even looking at Steve.

“I swear on your stupid little board game, you better be an angel tomorrow.” Steve scolds, gathering all of his things underneath his arm.

“What was that?”

“You heard me.” Steve points a finger at him. “Your memory is fucked, not your ears.”

“Your tongue is fucked for having such shitty taste in food.”

“Nice comeback.”

“And you shouldn’t come back at all.” Eddie hits an imaginary cymbal at the end of his lame joke. At least there’s humor in his damaged mind. Too bad it’s at Steve’s expense.

Eddie remembers how to tell jokes again. Mean jokes. (tbd on the rest of his humor though)

Steve isn’t planning on saying goodbye, but he remembers the kids. They’ll whine him into an early grave if he doesn’t return to Hawkins with a little more insight on Eddie’s memory levels. So he decides to ask one more question before leaving:

“Hey. Munson.”

Eddie flips the volume down on the tv, and looks at Steve. “What now?”

Still remembers his own last name.

“When’s your birthday?” Steve asks again. He already asked this yesterday, but it’s worth a shot.

Eddie looks out the window, closes his eyes for a few seconds. For the first time today, his expression goes serene. All the frustration lines on his face relax. Ease up. 

He opens his eyes and answers calmly.

“January 10th.”

Interesting.

Eddie knows his birthday.

Memory log: Day 3

Steve should consider a career as a psychic or some shit. Maybe he absorbed all of Eddie’s memory skills unintentionally or maybe his little DnD threat was worth the added bitchiness. Whatever it is, Eddie is actually tolerable today.

“That’s the least vomit-inducing shade of yellow you’ve ever worn, Harrington.” Which isn’t exactly a ‘hello, it’s nice to see you,’ but Steve will take it because - 

Eddie still remembers Steve’s name.

“So you remember me wearing yellow?” Steve clicks his pen excessively. “Seems pretty advanced.”

Eddie turns the tv off today. Woah. “Last week, yeah. Wanted to join PETA just so I’d have a good excuse to throw fake blood all over it.”

Okay yeah, still mean - but also, his memory isn’t so shabby either:

Eddie remembers Steve’s yellow sweater he wore last Tuesday!? That seems impressive.

Eddie knows who the fuck PETA is (Steve makes a mental note to tell Robin about that one cause holy shit)

Eddie is making snort-worthy jokes today. (Are they still at Steve’s expense? Hell yeah, but who the fuck cares? There’s goddamn chunks of memory in his cynical comedy.)

Steve stays for the entirety of visiting hours. Eddie doesn’t ask him to leave - not once. They mock shitty soap operas on tv and theorize that all of the actors are actually rejected pornstars.

Steve likes This Eddie.

Steve hopes this version of Eddie is still here tomorrow.

“Did you think I’d forget?” Eddie asks slyly while Steve heads for the door.

“Forget what?” Steve isn’t following at all. 

“The Chinese takeout.” Eddie says sort of irritated. “Kung Pao Chicken, remember?”

Oh. Steve does remember. Eddie does not.

Eddie doesn’t remember redecorating the hospital bed with his chewed up food.

His face suddenly drops at Steve’s change in posture. “What?”

“I did bring it.” Steve hates this. “Yesterday.”

“Oh.”

“Do you remember yesterday at all?”

Eddie whispers into his palm. “I remember you.”

“Right.” Steve’s chest gets tighter at his answer though.

While it’s encouraging that Eddie knows who Steve is everyday, and is comfortable dragging his style through the mud (or fake blood) - this puts such a damper on their good day. Steve can already see Eddie reaching for the tissue box, ready to soak his disappointment into off-brand snot rags. He can’t let the day end like this. No fucking way.

“Hey.” Steve knocks his knuckles over the wall, grabbing Eddie’s attention. “We’ll try again tomorrow, yeah?”

Eddie bunches up the unused tissue in his hand. “Whatever.”

“Take a good look at this non-vomit-inducing sweater.” Steve teases gently. “Don’t forget it.” He does a goofy twirl, and wiggles his ass while he turns around just to see if Eddie will laugh.

He doesn’t, but it seems like he’s trying incredibly hard not to. Always a good sign that ass-shaking is still humorous even after inter-dimensional brain trauma.

“Never said it was non-vomit-inducing.” Eddie retorts after fighting back his amusement. “I said it was the least vomit-inducing.”

“Ugh.” Steve rolls his eyes, gives Eddie a small wave as he heads out the door.

He can still hear Eddie trying to get the last word as he leaves:

“Maybe you’re the one that needs a brain scan, Harrington!”

At least it was a better day.

Memory Log: Day 4

Well so much for the Better Day. Somehow, Eddie’s attitude is now reaching Mister fucking Hyde levels today. He’s the bad dude, right? The Jekyll guy is a doctor, which must make him the chill one… ya know, medicine and shit. And seriously, doesn’t Eddie need to be on some more medications anyways? If Steve were smarter, he’d write the fucking prescription himself.

Whatever, Eddie is Hyde and that Shakespearean shrew lady all chopped up and tossed together today. He’s slinging insults like softballs and snarling his bruised upper lip every time Steve utters a single sentence. Steve is reconsidering his comment about not taking money from sophomores, cause this is bullshit.

“What sexually transmitted disease brings you to the hospital today, Harrington?” Eddie asks rhetorically. And annoyingly.

He remembers he strongly dislikes Steve Harrington, that’s for damn sure.

But… he still remembers Steve’s name so that’s a plus.

And wait -

“Hold on. Did you just make a Steve is a Hometown Slut joke?” Steve is way too excited about the prospects of Eddie remembering his promiscuous past.

Eddie tilts his head to the side. “Hometown Slut would be a good band name, actually.”

“Focus, Munson.” 

“Uh, I guess?” Eddie reaches for his pudding cup. Huh. Maybe he’s sick of jello. “Why are you about to piss your pants over that?”

Steve flips to the first day of notes when Eddie didn’t remember jackshit about Steve in high school. He looks back up at Eddie. “Because that means you remember at least something about high school.”

Eddie shrugs. “I failed a lot of shit. It’s probably because there’s just way too much high school to remember. Something was bound to stick.”

Eddie remembers flunking Senior year.

And even though Eddie is living up to his satanic stereotype with his behavior today, Steve is beyond excited that memories are coming back. He just has to ask one more thing before leaving:

“Do you remember what color sweater I wore yesterday?”

Eddie examines Steve for a very long time. Hoping to spark the correct answer, Steve twirls again. Wiggles his ass. Gives a big, goofy smile.

“You’re weird.” Eddie looks away. Looks down.

Steve exhales loudly.

Eddie doesn’t remember Steve's least vomit-inducing yellow sweater.

Memory Log: Day 5

After Dustin analyzes Steve’s daily entries, they hypothesize that Eddie is struggling the most with short term memories (since he never quite remembers one day prior to the current day). It appears that some of his long term memories are gradually returning, so perhaps a little coaxing will speed those along.

“Well well well, if it isn’t -”

“Catch, Hyde!” Steve tosses a crushed velvety bag into Eddie’s lap.

Eddie pokes at the bag. “Hyde?”

“It’s either Hyde or Katherina.” Steve finally asked Robin the name of that bitchy character from the Taming of the Shrew. “But if you’re gonna play nice today, I’ll just call you Eddie.”

That solicits an audible gasp from him.

He must remember that Steve never calls him by his first name.

“Your references and gifts confuse me.”

“Maybe if you just open the bag, it‘ll un-confuse your sloshy brain.”

He dumps the jangly items onto his side table. 

It’s slow - the smile that forms over Eddie’s face. It’s the first time Steve has seen Eddie smile with teeth since that night in the Upside Down. One of his teeth on the bottom row is chipped, but it doesn’t even matter. He’s smiling wide enough to show all of his teeth and that’s the fucking win for today. Everything else is just a bonus. Sprinkles and candles and confetti and party hats.

After so much loss, they needed this win.

“So?” Steve wants words now. Needs smiles and words combined. “See something you like?”

“My dice collection.” Eddie says it like the lyrics to a hymn. As if these geometric blobs are his religion and he’s praising their existence at the altar of his hospital tray.

“Do you remember what kind of dice?” Steve had Dustin give him some key definitions on this fantasy shit. Not for his knowledge, of course - for Eddie. Duh.

“D20s.” He answers fast.

Steve nods, walks over and tries to pick one up. Eddie slaps his hand away quickly. “Get your Grease Lightning fingers away from my children.”

Okay. Well.

Eddie remembers his dice/children (and what they’re called)

Eddie remembers Grease? (Of all the movies Steve thought this guy would reference… Grease? Is it the leather? Hm.)

“Do you…” Steve is nervous for this question because he desperately wants Eddie to get this right. “Do you remember the name of the game you play with these?”

For a second, Eddie’s face drops the same way it did yesterday when he couldn’t remember the color of Steve’s sweater. But the dropped corners of his lips begin to twist into a devilish smirk.

“My dearest Stevie boy,” Eddie’s voice is dripping in that poisonous tree sap kind of way. “Dungeons and Dragons isn’t just a game. It’s a fucking worldwide phenomenon.”

Holy shit. Within those three sentences, Eddie almost sounded like Name Brand Eddie Munson again. The tone he always used with the meatheads at Hawkins High - that tone is back. The eyebrows that inch along his forehead like witchy caterpillars - those eyebrows are back. It’s just three sentences, sure. But it was Eddie rising from his gurney of a grave in many other ways.

Eddie remembers how to use his snarky tone of voice.

Eddie remembers how to make his eyebrows dance around on his face.

Eddie remembers *Dungeons and Dragons*

Steve is so excited, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands? What do hands normally do when they’re excited? Clap? Stay at his side? Flap around? Fuck, he has no goddamn clue, so he just decides to give Eddie a thumbs-up with one hand and ruffle his knotted hair with the other hand. 

Multitask the shit out of his excitement.

Eddie laughs along with him now, still admiring his collection. Not even bothering to stop Steve from his hair ruffling thingy. Huh… why is Steve still ruffling Eddie’s hair in the first place?

Okay. He finally stops himself. Has to pull his own wrist away but he stops.

“Guessing it was good day, Munson?” Steve wonders curiously, still watching Eddie roll the dice around in his palm.

Eddie nods. Multiple times. “Good day, Harrington. Good day.”

A prickly sensation hits Steve as Eddie says good day. A sensation that suggests to Steve that he wants Eddie to have more than just Good Days. Steve wants Eddie to have Great Days. Steve wants to give Eddie great days and present them to him in tiny velvet bags.

That’s definitely a turnpike of a thought.

He did this on purpose too. Dustin is coming on Sunday, which means Eddie will remember this moment. He’ll remember the dice and the Good Day. That’s part of Steve’s plan apparently. He’s making plans like that now. Strange.

“It’s funny.” Steve is pondering over his own discoveries, but also Eddie’s faulty memory patterns.

“What is?”

“You have the hardest time remembering the events from the day before…” Steve pauses to reflect. “But you always remember me.”

Eddie drops the dice out of his hands. He doesn’t look at Steve though, he just freezes up. His bangs have grown out quite a bit, but Steve thinks that Eddie’s face is redder than it was just a second ago.

Eddie remembers how to blush.

And Steve is going to milk that reaction completely. “You always remember that I’ll be here the next day. Isn’t that funny?”

Eddie kind of choke-answers him. “Funny sure yeah ha ha.”

Eddie remembers how to feel flustered as all fuck.

“Well,” Steve lifts up - still as smug and devious as ever. “I’ll let you have some alone time to catch up with your children. I’m sure you have lots of adventures to plan together.”

“Right.” Eddie finally sweeps his bangs back, watching Steve head for the door. “Does that mean I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“God willing.” Steve is sort of itching to ruffle Eddie’s hair again, but he doesn’t. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

Eddie waves and starts cleaning up his collection, swiping them back into their bag.

“Yellow.” Eddie mumbles very quietly. Almost inaudible.

Steve stops. “What?”

“Your sweater.” Eddie explains anxiously. “The tacky burnable one. It was yellow.”

Eddie remembers Steve's sweater again.

And Steve couldn’t be happier about that. Now he’s the one smiling with all of his teeth. The bonus type of smile on a day full of wins.

“It sure was, Eds.”

[landinrris]

lando to red bull........say more.......

So this one is based on a prompt I came across on ao3 in a collection (that I now can no longer find based on the screenshot I took at the time). It was originally supposed to be my second big project of last summer when McLaren was in the trenches and had me feeling a bit hopeless... and then McLaren stepped up their game. But I don't think it's completely dead potentially. The original prompt was:

"Red Bull!Lando and Ferrari!Carlos; they aren't together yet and are still pining. Lando thinks Carlos hates him now that they're battling much more directly across teams, but Carlos is just pulling away because he's struggling to hide his feelings- Lando's just so radiant, he can't help it anymore."

This scene would've likely been in the front half of the fic itself even though it takes place in Silverstone. I was... in a place (worse than I am now) when I wrote it regarding Carlos' apparent treatment at Ferrari around the beginning summer races last year. (it's also all I have connected to this prompt right now, so sorry for the slight angst but not sorry for the 1.2k this scene is. I couldn't split it up.)

ask me about a wip!

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They always end up here, laying in one of their rooms just because they can and unloading on each other in a way that’s never quite the same with someone else. Sometimes they get dinner beforehand, but they always end up here: Carlos on his back staring at the ceiling, Lando propped up on his elbow on his side watching on amused as Carlos collects his thoughts.

Carlos has gone silent now while Lando continues to watch him. He’s changed out of his Ferrari shirt, something old and soft in its place that he only ever wears at home and decidedly not in a motorhome in the English countryside. He reminds Lando of when he was at McLaren like this, and it makes his heart ache.

After the fifth consecutive minute spent in silence and Lando watching Carlos’ eyes flutter shut a few times, he starts to think maybe Carlos is just using him to get out of his motorhome. But Carlos speaks eventually, a heavy sigh on his lips. “They’ve switched the dynamic without telling me, I know they have.”

Lando is so startled by the noise, even though he’s been watching Carlos, that he startles himself. “Who did?”

“Ferrari. Vasseur. Charles went on the warpath a few weeks ago after he got penalized post-quali, and things haven’t been the same since.”

“Woah, hang on.” Lando pushes himself higher up on his elbow. Carlos has never mentioned a supposed hissy fit or what’s come out of it. “What happened?”

Carlos rolls onto his side as well, but he keeps his head on the pillow, effectively staring at Lando’s chest. “He impeded two people and got a six-place drop. Daniel and Esteban, I think. He was speaking French with Vasseur, so I don’t know what he was saying exactly, but it was loud.”

“Out of all the languages you know…”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I know, I know. Since then though, we have not been allowed to fight. Charles has been more angry on the radio. I think the team is promising him preferential treatment to make him happy. To show him how he is their driver they want.”

“Didn’t you guys never have defined number 1 and number 2 drivers?”

“And that’s why I signed and renewed with them. You know how I feel about team orders.”

Lando knows all too well. He remembers the few times they happened at McLaren and the way Carlos looked like the human manifestation of a thundercloud getting out of the car following them. That reaction always made sense to Lando— they’re racing drivers, why are they there if they’re not allowed to race?

Carlos isn’t fuming now though, he’s lying in Lando’s bed in a motorhome in a field in Silverstone. He looks like he’s halfway deflated— the opposite of how Carlos Sainz should ever look.

“These last few races, they have kept me behind, and when I was not behind, they tried their best to get me there. Like they have told Charles he will finish in front of me if the team can help it.”

“What’s Charles said about it?” Lando’s almost afraid to hear the answer. He hasn’t spoken to Charles much lately, especially in the time now since he’s been at Red Bull, since he’s been a direct competitor. Since Charles is officially no longer lamenting to the press that Lando should just move over for him.

“About the change in treatment on track? I have not asked him about what he discussed with Vasseur. Plus I am not sure I care to hear how he thinks he deserves to be in front. I think there will be no contract negotiations then.”

Lando hangs his head and collapses into the pillow beneath him. “You haven’t even talked to him? Carlos Sainz Vasquez de Castro—”

“Ay,” Carlos kicks Lando’s leg as best he can from this angle, the blow landing at the top of his thighs. “He has not exactly come to me and said anything either. Nothing about being sorry for my race or strategy or anything. We used to commiserate about the bad days, and now every weekend is a bad weekend, and nothing.”

Carlos is still watching him when Lando turns his face to look. “So because he hasn’t said anything and you haven’t talked, he’s on board with getting preferential treatment?” Lando wonders if Carlos thinks it sounds as funny as it does coming out of his mouth.

Carlos’ face doesn’t falter though, a bad sign that he’s deeper in his head about this than Lando thought. “I’m not trying to discount your feelings, you muppet,” Lando says, a bit softer. The last thing he needs is Carlos leaving him like this. “Just trying to understand. You two seemed to really get along up until now.”

“It’s been gradually getting worse, and I don’t know what to do, Lando.”

Lando doesn’t know what to do either, if he’s being honest. He never had issues with Carlos at McLaren, with Daniel he was as non-confrontational as he could get, Oscar was much like Carlos, and now he knows his place with Max for the next six months as Max finishes his glory run. 

Carlos has found himself in the middle of one of the most undesirable situations, and Lando’s lost for words.

The man lying across from him is a shell of who he used to be, closed off, light dimmed. The team doesn’t want driver feedback for development. His teammate takes team handouts because they help him. How is Lando not meant to have a poor view of everyone associated with that team when this is what they’ve done to one of Lando’s best friends? One of the people who kept him sane during 2020 even when they were hundreds of kilometers apart.

“The only thing I know is to talk to Fred.”

Unsurprisingly, Carlos doesn’t seem to like that idea. He groans and shifts to lie on his back like before. “I’m going to lose my seat.”

The fear of that coming to fruition is ten times scarier than any thought of Carlos being relegated to second driver mid-season. Lando inches closer to Carlos and debates reaching out to touch him but doesn’t let himself. “Don’t you dare let yourself lose your seat or so help me God, Carlos.” There’s probably too much emotion behind his words, but Lando doesn’t care. Not right now and not about this.

For the first time since laying here, Carlos cracks a smile. It’s small, but Lando couldn’t miss it if he tried. “Why, you would miss me too much?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know the answer.” Because Carlos does, Lando knows he does. Even on their most competitive days, Lando doesn’t wish for anything to be different. Could never. Not when Carlos beats him to pole by one one-hundredth of a second or when he makes his car the size of the entire track. Lando has Max, but he also has Carlos in a way that’s so unlike his other friendships in the paddock. He has Carlos in a way that screams what if we were more, what if we were brave enough?

Carlos looks at him like maybe he’s thinking that in this moment, but nothing comes of it— never does.Lando tells himself he’s okay with that, he is, especially during times like these. Besides, Lando would rather have Carlos as a friend than not at all, so he watches Carlos back and tries to keep his heart rate from spiking when Carlos says, “I do,” barely audible.

[reissuedmommyissues]

Band Practice

Melissa Schemmenti/f!reader

Warnings: alcohol ig

Words:1900ish

A/N: Listen yall English is my second language and I have not written anything since fanfiction.net was popular. It's also not proofread because I got too shy to show it to my partner/proofreader. Sooooo yeah have fun with that.

Melissa while not keen on newer staff surprisingly didn't hate the recent hire for Abbott. Primarily hired on as the new librarian you had started to double as IT after fixing a couple of computers in the library. Melissa admired that you were willing to do two jobs for the price of one, or at least that's what she told herself she hadn't been actively seeking you out for any other reason than to fix technology and library-related things.

Melissa walked into the breakroom and took her usual seat by Barbara "Hey Barb have you seen our tech guru, I need her to take a look at my projector, blew a fuse or somethin'" Barbara just raises her eyebrows and gives Melissa a knowing look, "Seems like you've been looking for Ms.L/N more and more often as of late" she has no time to respond before you walk in and head straight for the coffee, grumbling about a lack of sleep.

"Woah there hon get into a fight this morning, ya look a bit crazy" Melissa jokes. You turn to look at her in your half-asleep state, gaze lingering for longer than usual, not something that slips past Melissa "Not quite I stayed up later than I usually do, you know night owl and all that" Melissa narrowed her eyes, you hoped she wouldn't push further, the last thing you want is for her to figure out you've been preparing for a gig with your new band. Not that it was bad but you just felt it was dorky and you would rather not have your crush or coworkers comment on it.

"Well some of us were gonna go out for drinks today I was hoping you'd come with" Melissa could feel a blush creeping up her neck, she'd tried inviting you out very casually a couple of times but besides the occasional lunch, you seemed to always be busy. You bit your lip flattered that the redheaded beauty was inviting you herself. But with a gig today you definitely couldn't cancel, you attempt to come up with a decent excuse but in between a lack of sleep and brain cells in the morning you don't come up with much "I'd love to Melissa really but I.... uhh have a thing, after school rain check?" You flash an apologetic smile and are out before she can say anything else.

This put Melissa in a sour mood for the rest of the day, it didn't help that when lunch came around you were nowhere to be found. Melissa frowned maybe you didn't actually like her, she felt like a fool. Maybe she was too old for you and she read too far into your exchanges taking them as flirty, all of a sudden all she could feel were her insecurities swallowing her up.

Barbara ever in tune with her work wife set her book down and cleared her throat. "Girl, what in the Lord's name has got you in such a foul mood?" Melissa huffs and shifts in her chair, "Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong why would anything be wrong I am living the dream Barb" She knew better than to lie to her closest friend but she hated being this vulnerable. Barb wasn't blind she had been watching both of you closely noticing how you started to buy Melissa pastries from her favorite shop and how she in turn began to bring you some of her famous baked ziti. "Maybe you should ask her when she's free, it seems she's nearly always busy on weekends perhaps she's free other days?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Barbara shakes her head, "Look I'm just saying that maybe you should look into it, rather than assuming Y/N doesn't like you" Melissa's eyes go wide "Keep your voice down" She didn't want to embarrass herself over some crush or cause Y/N any issues. "Whatever the deal is doesn't matter I do not want to think about it, I just wanna make it through the rest of the day and get to that happy hour"

************

As if things couldn't get worse, Jacob picked the happy hour joint and it was not their usual spot. Something about broadening horizons and how live music would really benefit them. Melissa didn't like it nothing was wrong with their usual bar and she highly doubted whatever Jacob had dragged them into would be worth it but he offered to pay for drinks and that was good enough for her. Jacob skipped over to their table nearly missing the chair "Wow look at us I love it when the whole Abbott family goes out for drinks, I wish Y/N was here though she's been with us for a while and hasn't gone to any of the happy hours" at the mention of your name Melissa perked up and curiosity got the better of her. "What do you guys think she does, seems like she always leaves right as school ends on the weekends"

"My vote is on stripper" everyone turns to Ava, "what have you seen what she wears it's all baggy clothing we don't know what she has under that"

"I'm not super sure about that, what about a part-time emt that could be it, maybe she's got some scars she's covering up from saving lives" Janine ever the optimist would assume this with little to no context.

Ava pretty convinced she was right follows up "Or she could be one of those strippers that go to your house dressed as an EMT for a lil surprise"

The conversation goes back and forth for a while, meanwhile, Melissa nurses a beer still miffed over your rejection. Barbara notices her friend's discomfort and looks around the bar to see if there is a pool table to distract Melissa. Instead, her eyes land on the stage right as the band starts playing.

"Good god, what is she wearing?" Barbara's shock has everyone at the table looking in the same direction even Melissa looked over confused by the outburst. Come to find you're on the stage concentrated on your instrument, ready for your queue to begin. Gone was the usual oversized sweater and baggy pants instead u wore a long-sleeved crop top and the tightest jeans Melissa had ever seen. She felt silly but she couldn't stop staring at your hands. Your sleeves were rolled up to the elbow revealing defined forearms and deft fingers running across a bass. Even from a distance, she could see you were very good at what you were doing resulting in not-so-tame mental images of your hands undressing her, holding her down, wrapped around her thighs - Jesus she was like a teenager again getting hot and bothered by just the thought of you. Ava must have caught her gawking and leaned over "If you don't get a move on and take her out, I will cuz damn who knew our librarian was this hot"

Melissa glares at Ava has everyone figured her out, she turns back to see your performance not wanting to miss any more of it. She'd never seen you like this so casual, relaxed, and all-around sexy. She wonders if this is why you always left so soon being part of a band would make sense but why wouldn't you say anything, she hopes this is the case failing to push her former insecurities back down. Your band wasn't a fancy ordeal you went up on stage and played some of your songs but mostly did covers. Still, Melissa couldn't take her eyes off you and it only got worse when you started to sing yourself, she was pretty sure you couldn't see her or any of the Abbott staff but the way you were facing and the suggestive lyrics had her feeling like maybe just maybe you could be directing them at her.

As soon as the performance came to a close Janine and Jacob cheered and drew the attention of everyone in the bar including Y/N and the band.

*********

Welp so much for not getting found out. Jay leans over and taps you with a drumstick "Yo Y/N do they know you?" You look back over at your coworkers hoping not to see your favorite redhead, indeed luck was not on your side as you caught her eye. "Uhh yeah those are my coworkers, I'll catch up with yall later"

Melissa looked mad, not sure what else to do, and feeling like you may as well accompany the embarrassment with a drink you headed to the bar and waved her over. "Double shot of tequila and a Corona please" The bartender nods and pours the shot following it up with a swift opening of your beer.

"Suprised you drink considering you've always said no to it" You look over at Mel, she's extremely close due to the crowded bar top and you can feel her press up against you causing your head to spin. You pick up your shot and down it finding comfort in the heat you feel in your chest.

"Yeah I haven't had the time to go out since I've been filling in for the band, I'm sorry" At the mention of that Melissa visibly relaxes, gone was the anger from before, maybe there was still a chance this could go well? "You know you could've just said you had to go practice for your band" she almost sounded shy, "I would've understood if you were busy" You look over at the redhead suprised to see her so vulnerable.

Reaching over you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "It's silly didn't want you to know because it made me feel like a dork, I've been trying so hard to impress you it felt like a step backward to tell you I have band practice" Melissa feels a blush creep up and sneaks a glance at you. At that almost confession, the proximity between you two, and the sexiest outfit she's ever seen she once again felt like some goddam horny teenager. Capitalizing on the brief liquid courage of the shot you figured why the hell not make a move. In a burst of confidence, you lean into Melissa and pull her by the collar of her leather jacket, still distracted by the tight jeans she barely realizes what you're attempting to do. The kiss is tame, impossibly soft, gentle, and over way too soon for Melissa's liking.

"I.....oh my god I'm so sorry I should have asked" Melissa was stunned and taking her silence as a negative you start to freak out "I've just been wanting to do that for a while and I've wanted to ask you out but you make me so goddam nervous an-" it's then Melissa who can't help herself she pulls you back in by the waist for another kiss, this one was rougher, hungrier she felt a roller coaster of emotions today and this felt like the only outlet. She pulls back to look at you with that trademark Schemmenti smirk "Feelings mutual hon"

You feel your heart swell at her confession,

"Well to make up for all the missed outings how do you feel about going out for dinner tomorrow?"

Melissa leans in very close for her answer "Hon with those pants I'll follow you anywhere"

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day seven !!!!

prompt: telling stupid jokes

characters: mount, aeon, cirrus, others mentioned vaguely

word count: 650

summary: what it says on the tin, really. mainly a poorly executed plot line around some of my favourite terrible jokes sdhfsdjkh

below the cut or on ao3 :))

“Oh Mount that was terrible,” Dewdrop says. “Truly awful, take it somewhere else man, it’s lingering like a bad fart.”

“So you don’t like my jokes now, huh? Seven was supposed to eat nine, not your sense of humour!”

A few of the ghouls are sitting in the common room. Recently back from a tour, they have few responsibilities to keep them busy during the day. Each ghoul has their own way of coping with the whiplash of tour days compared to cosy life back at the Ministry but Mountain has taken up reading a ‘One Hundred and One Jokes to Tickle Your Funny Bone’.

“No, I like them Mount, keep going,” Cirrus smiles. She’s happy the earth ghoul is keeping himself occupied, knowing all too well how easy it can be to spiral in these days before chores start up again.

“Okay okay… hmm what about this,” he says, thumbing through the pages as he bites his lip. “Two windmills are standing on a wind farm. One asks ‘What’s your favourite type of music?’” Mountain pauses for a very unnecessary dramatic effect. “The other says, ‘I’m a big metal fan.’” He slaps his knee and guffaws at the joke, letting out the heartiest of chuckles, rivalling that of a father like Omega. “Get it? Because we’re in a metal band,” he points out, painfully oblivious to the disinterest of his packmates.

Aeon, however, is having a great time. Compared with English, Ghoulish is a very direct language, more akin to those animals use to communicate about food and danger. So being topside and learning English with the pack also means being subjected to Mountain’s jokes and enjoying them. Everyone enjoys the jokes at some point, just most ghouls have heard them all too many times before. That’s the joy of new life- experiencing things for the first time- and Mountain takes pride in being able to give those experiences. The cogs turn in Aeon’s brain as he feels out for the punchline, “Oh, that was a good one!” He exclaims, making a mental note to tell it to Aurora when she gets back.

“I think you’ll like this one, Ae, have you heard the rumour about the butter?”

“No?” He answers cautiously.

“Never mind, I shouldn’t spread it,” Mountain smirks.

Aeon has a toothy grin adorning his face as he points finger guns at Mountain. “Woah, you got me good there Mounty!” He chuckles.

Cirrus looks on in adoration at the bonding between the ghouls before adding her own favourite silly joke into the mix. “Hey, what about this one?” She asks, garnering the boys’ attention. “How did Freud get his hair so soft and shiny?” With the psychoanalyst mentioned, several ears perk up to hear what they think will be the inevitable daddy-related punchline.

“He used classical conditioning!”

A wave of groans filter across the room along with a litany of jovial, light-hearted remarks at her genius joke.

“No, that one takes it, worst. joke. ever.”

“Freud is turning in his grave at that, Cir.”

“That was far worse than Mount’s, get out!”

A look of concern spreads across Rain’s face as the comments roll in, “Guys stop being so mean, it can’t be that serious.” Cirrus disagrees and repeats the joke for the water ghoul who was, at the time of the original telling, absorbed in his book. “Oh no, yeah, that was awful, you gotta leave.”

Cirrus chimes in, “Yeah! Part of telling awful jokes is the hilarious reactions you get. Aether once told me to get on a one-way flight to space and to this day it’s the greatest compliment I’ve ever received,” she says, reminiscing.

The evening descends into each ghoul telling the worst joke they can think of. Sighs, groans, and disappointed looks are rife, making the evening as enjoyable as it is.

[baurbiediv]

family business

PAIRING ➔ jack harlow x rapper!reader

GENRE ➔ instagram au

A/N ➔ going back to my old ways and going back to my dad!jack x mom!reader days, i miss it so much + i’ll be making a masterlist for all family works for jack!!

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[creative-kny-fics]

Hey, how do I know that some people don't understand Spanish, here is the English version

Giyuu Narrates: Should I tell you something? Almost all my life, no, rather, all my life I have suffered from Tsutako's attacks, believe me, at the beginning they didn't bother me that much, I was a child and you know, I liked it a little, but that day, something changed, it was when everyone knew what my death spot was

'Ooooh Giyuu, brother, why didn't you tell me about this spot~?'

'¡NOHOHOHO! ¡¡TS-TSUTAKO!!'

'Your ribs are so sensitive, it's so cute. You were already cute but this is another level. What happens if I use your ribs as a piano? Or maybe a xylophone? There are sooooo many options...'

'¡NOOOO! ¡¡HEEEHEHEHELP!!'

And no, I wasn't happy, it may not sound that bad, but I'll sum it up in one sentence... 'Small hands, my weakness'

However, guess what happened? My sister got a partner before me, but you can't guess who it is...

'Hello Tomioka! Looks like we'll be family now!'

And yup, no one more and no one less than Kyojuro Rengoku...

Kyojuro Narrates: I feel nervous and a little confused, I don't know. Tsutako and Giyuu are two very different personalities, but that doesn't matter, I know that Giyuu trusts me and I won't have any problems.

'Rengoku, can I ask you a favor?'

'Of course! What is offered to you?'

'Well, I think you know that most people find something... Fun... in tickling me'

'Hahahaha right, I'm sorry Giyuu'

Actually, I find it fun to do it with everyone, be it whoever...

'And I wanted to ask you a favor, of course, if it's not a bother...

'Of course not, I'm more than willing to help you. Do you want me to tickle you?'

'What? NO!'

I would do it anyway, but I understand when someone says no... Well... On certain occasions hahaha

'I want you to help me get revenge on Tsutako.'

'Wow, Tomioka. Revenge is not a good thing, you know?'

'Don't you want to hear my sister laugh? She's very ticklish... It runs in the family, apparently...'

Woah, to be honest, that never crossed my mind, what do I do? Should I help Tomioka? Or don't I?

Although... What is the probability that an event like this will repeat itself?

Giyuu narrates: I'm scared. Rengoku has remained still, without saying anything and it is not a good sign. Oh man, if he rejects my offer, not only is he not going to help me, but he's going to start his tickle attack and believe me, it's horrible

But do you know what's worse? Tsutako is in the house, and if she sees that I'm being tickled, she won't help me, but rather she'll join in and they'll both make me cry with laughter, if I don't die first, of course.

'Okay, I accept'

'Are you serious?'

'Mhm! I understand you Tomioka, I know it must be difficult to be tickled every day, even if you don't want it. And knowing Tsu, I think she's the one who's done that the most hahaha'

'Thank you, Rengoku'

'I'm glad to see that you two get along so well. What were you talking about?'

Oh little sister, you don't know what awaits you...

'Nothing, just that Tomioka seemed intrigued by our relationship. But nothing you need to worry about, everything is fine, isn't it Tomioka?'

'You can call me Giyuu, I don't like being called Tomioka so much, I prefer my name.'

'Well, is anyone hungry?'

'Actually , I do'

'Oh, tell me then, what would you like me to bring you?'

'Raspberries, please...'

Wait, ooooh, I get it...

Kyojuro Narrates: I hope Giyuu didn't lie, although I would have figured it out myself anyway.

'Hmmm, I think we have some in the fridge, let me see'

'I think you misunderstood, Tsutako'

Yep, definitely not...

Tsutako narrates: Raspberries? I don't understand, what do they have to do with-? Oh no, nononono, please don't let it be that

'Go for her!'

Oh no, yes it is, it was probably Giyuu, only he knows that about me. Oh my god, someone help me...

'HEY! E-ehehehe... How about if we talk?'

'My my, you two are alike, so you're just as ticklish as Giyuu?'

Nononono, oh, why me? I just took a moment to catch my breath and now Giyuu is holding my arms above my head and Kyojuro, well, he's not doing anything at the moment, but still, what a shame.

'Trace doodles on her tummy, don't be rough, just be gentle'

'Like this?'

'Just listen to her laugh and you'll know'

'N-No... Ihihit dohohoesn't mmmmmm ahahahaha tihihicklehehe'

'It doesn't? And if I do this what happens?'

'Gyahahaha! Brohotheheher!!'

Just a few scribbles on my belly were already breaking me down. And now, Giyuu is squeezing my neck, not only that, he is whispering and his whispers are tickling me.

'Stohohohohop!'

'And why should we? You like tickling Giyuu, don't you? Also, when I introduced you to Senjuro a few days ago, you also tickled him, saying that he reminded you of Giyuu. Don't try to deny that you don't like this.'

'Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Gihiyuhuhu!! Pleheahasehehe!'

'Massage her sides and see what happens'

'NOOOO!! AAAAH!! NONONONO! PLEHAHASEHE! I'M SOHOHORRY!!'

Aaaaaah how horrible, that's what happens to me for having my own brother as an "enemy." Only he knows my weak spots...

'Who do you ask for forgiveness? Better said, why are you asking for forgiveness? For being so pretty? For being...?'

'I COHOHOHULD KIHIHIHICK YOHOHOU!! NOW STAHAHAHAP!! PWEHEHAHASEHEHE!'

'We can't stop without at least giving you a raspberry. What do you say Rengoku? Do you want to start?'

'With pleasure!'

Nonono, anything but that, wait a second, why is Giyuu taking a breath too? No, please, Giyuu, don't you dare, please...

'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HELP!! YOU SAID ONE! PLEHAHASEHEHE! NOHOHOHO!'

'Should we let her go?'

'We'll do it after I give her a raspberry too'

I don't know how much longer I can take, if it's even just one, I'm going to cry... It's too much...

'I hope you think seriously the next time you tickle me'

'Gi-Giyuu, please... Baby brother... WAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO KYAAAA GIHIYUHUHU!! I GIHIVEHE UHUHUP!'

'Well, let's let her go, her face is red and I think she's close to crying...'

Giyuu Narrates: Finally, a little revenge, I wasn't cruel, was I?

'Yehehehehes! Gihihivehehe me ahaha breahahath'

'Okay, Rengoku, go get some water, she must be thirsty'

Heh, it's funny to see someone else in the position I'm almost always in

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Character voice

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @elizaellwrites here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @willtheweaver here.

Rules: rewrite a given line in your OCs' voices!

Got long, under the cut :)

"I've got a headache."

Lexi: "Oh, man I got a headache. Well, that's what ibuprofen is for. Time to go out to a crowded bowling alley!"

Maddie: "I've felt worse. I'll be fine." (Is dizzy)

Ash: "I have felt worse before. Maybe I should use those probing devices :)" (bad idea)

Gwen: (if she has nothing to do) "I should probably go lie down. I don't feel good." (If she does) "I feel terrible, but I'll push through. For [person]."

Robbie: "Pfft I'll be fiiiine don't worry about it! I have braved through more before!" (Is later seen lying down)

Akash: "No need to worry about me. I'll take some Tylenol and be okay."

Jedi: "I will be alright. We have medication for a headache." *Injects himself with some over the counter drugs*

Carmen: "Everyone BE QUIET I have a headache!"

Everyone is so healthy here (:

Prompt: Uh oh, you forgot to do something very important!

Lexi: "Oh no! I forgot!?? How??" *flips frantically through her color-coded planner* "I couldn't have forgotten to write it down.... it's not possible...it has to be here somewhere..."

Maddie: "I did? Whoops."

Ash: "Oh. Sorry. Uh, guess I'll try and remember next time."

Gwen: "Oh my gosh I am so sorry I forgot!! I've been under so much stress lately... It won't happen again. What can I do for you to help?"

Robbie: "Oh SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT--" *scrambles around trying to get it done in five seconds*

Akash: "WHAT?! Shit, there's no way I forgot... Guess I did, huh. What is wrong with me? This is why I write stuff down... Oh, um, sorry I forgot, man. Uhh hey is there any way I can make this up to you? Like now? Cause this may haunt me."

Jedi: "Oh, I am terribly sorry... It must be sleep deprivation... I apologize, I will go do that now."

Carmen: *borderline panic attack, likely kicks or punches something*

"Where are we? How did we get here?"

Perfect for TSP actually

Lexi: "Wait, what just happened? Everything just simultaneously changed. The temperature and humidity levels are different. I must be dreaming." (Anxious)

Maddie: "Woah that was super weird. Where do you think we are? (Excited and curious)

Ash: "What-- that isn't possible...but it clearly is... what happened?" (Is also genuinely curious)

Gwen: "Woah. How did we get here? It's... admittedly cool here. Beautiful even."

Robbie: "Holy shit, where are we?! Did I blackout? Or was I just walking and not paying attention so much I took a wrong turn?"

Akash: "Dude...what happened? Did we take a wrong turn? I don't think we did - I was paying attention."

Jedi: "Well... *looks around and pokes at the map on his tablet* it appears this map was not as straightforward as I assumed. I frankly have no idea how we got here. I suppose we are lost. Well, if we must be here, let us survey the area and collect data." (This is what I call the Star Trek Voyager method)

Carmen: "Who gave me wrong directions?! There is no way I possibly got lost. Who can tell me in precise detail how we got here?!"

"I don't have enough curse words for how much you pissed me off."

This one was harder than I thought because most of these guys don't get cold angry, but I'll try.

Lexi: "I have a pretty large vocabulary. I know all the synonyms for, like, every curse word. But I don't think that I know enough for you!"

Maddie: "Hm. I'm not sure I can think of enough curse words that can describe how I feel toward you. Like, none of them work."

Ash: "I would love to cuss you out, but nothing is accurately describing how mad I just got."

Gwen: "I'm not exactly one for swearing, and I'm really pissed that I can't use any cuss word in English, Spanish, or Italian because you're making me so angry."

Robbie: "Bro, I have the most creative swears I know, and even I can't think of one you deserve."

Akash: "Y'know you're pissing me off so much that I literally cannot think of a good enough swear for you."

Jedi: "I will have you know that I am not one for expletives, and I see that this is because I have never been able to find one that quite describes how I am feeling toward people like you."

Carmen: "I would love for you to see how angry I am, but unfortunately you're such an irritating idiot that I cannot find a single swear in my vocabulary that can accurately depict that fury!"

"You want me to eat that?"

Lexi: "Oh, you want me to eat this? Um, that's...fine, thank you.... Y'know I actually ate a lot earlier, and I don't think you want me to eat anything else...thanks though. Really thoughtful of you."

Maddie: "I don't want to eat that."

Ash: "No offense, but I'm not going to like this."

Gwen: "It was very sweet of you to think of me, but I don't actually like [ingredients]. Yeah...sorry. I feel bad, can I do anything for you?"

Robbie: *long exhale* "Look, man, I know you worked really hard on this. And...yeah it's awesome for you to uh....do this. But...I don't think you want me to eat that."

Akash: "That food looks interesting. Oh, you want me to eat that? Umm. Okay..."

Jedi: "It would...be my pleasure to eat this. However, I am afraid I don't quite like this meal."

Carmen: "Why would you want me to eat that? It's gross."

Alrighty that's finally done. Softly tagging @aziz-reads @atelierwriting @mysticstarlightduck @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @stesierra @rickie-the-storyteller @sam-glade @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @ahordeofwasps @spitefulbull + anyone else who wants to

Your phrase is, "Who would leave milk on the counter?"

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[oddlittlestories]

Notre Dame Visit

Wrote up a little fic to go with this WIP fanart! This is inspired by @greghatecrimes elaborating on my life changing field trips post, and is currently brought to you by Anya’s prompt re my Halloween fic ask game.

Fic under the cut.

Chase & Thirteen as found family siblings. They're backpacking through Europe. Late s6 AU, probably consistent w/HH:Reprise. Trans masc bi Chase as a treat.

CW: mild travel danger, religious irreverence, religious homophobia reference

“Are you sure? Are you sure you’re sure?” Chase whispered. Not that whispering was gonna help him. She was loud enough for the both of them.

“Yes, we’re fine," Thirteen cackled, "now take the damn photo.” She raised her middle finger to the ceiling of the cathedral. He supposed it was her way of sticking it to all that religious homophobia. They were a hell of a pair to be anywhere near a cathedral—a failed novice divorced bi trans guy with blood on his hands, and a deliberately-irreverent bi woman after House's own heart. But as Thirteen liked to say every time she dragged him into a cathedral, which seemed to be as often as possible, they hadn't spontaneously burst into flames even once.

That said, Chase could just imagine a priest clamping his hand firmly down on his arm… Chase hunched his shoulders, trying desperately to look over his shoulder and take the photo as fast as he could at the same time. Maybe no one would notice. If he could’ve melted into the Notre Dame floor he would have. It was mortifying.

He took the photo and lowered the phone as quickly as he could. Still, it came out pretty cool.

“Okay, let me see,” Thirteen said, scrambling for his iPhone.

“It’s fine,” Chase insisted, trying to tuck the phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I want to be sure! What if it’s blurry?” Thirteen made grabby hands, struggling with him over the device.

“It’s not blurry!” he insisted.

“Then show me!”

“Fine!” Chase heaved a sigh and let her have the phone.

She snickered. “Yeah that’s really good, you were right.” She sent the photo to House before he could even try to stop her. Chase rolled his eyes. As soon as House got it, he’d do what he’d done with the rest: print it out and tape it to the ddx whiteboard. Foreman would text him to complain about how hard it was to ddx “now that it was a scrapbook instead.” Kutner would use the red sharpie he bought to draw horns on Thirteen and Chase in the photos.

It was a group activity, apparently.

Later that night, Chase and Thirteen crammed shoulder to shoulder at the bar of a centuries-old pub. It wasn’t far from the hostel, and around them spilled French and English and a bunch more languages Chase probably could pick out if he tried.

“Mm, this is delicious,” Thirteen said. “Here, try.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He leaned in and took a crunchy bite. It was the best toasted cheese on bread Chase had ever had in his life. “Wow,” he mumbled, mouth full.

“I know, right?”

On their walk back to the hostel, the lights of Paris were glittering. It wasn’t nearly as quiet here as it was in rural Spain, and Chase thought they were both dazzled by the city after that. Paris was definitely a tourist town though. They cut down a side street for a shortcut to their hostel.

Thirteen got distracted by something in a shop window. He wasn’t sure what, because by the time he noticed she was just behind him, a guy was cutting between them. He was a street hawker, with “I heart Paris” lanyards hung all up one arm. And he was getting in Chase’s face, trying to grab him.

“Woah, there, buddy,” Chase said. “Hands to yourself.” But the guy would not lay off. He wasn’t sure what to do. He was probably gonna get pickpocketed if he did nothing. Or worse, he thought darkly, noticing how the guy was subtly directing him towards a dark alley.

And suddenly Thirteen was there.

She slipped her arm around Chase’s shoulders and said, “My brother and I have to go now.” It was just surprising enough that she scooped him away from the hawker and out into the busy cross-street.

“Thanks.” His voice was breathless with relief.

“Yeah, I did not like where that was going. You okay?”

Chase patted himself down, trying to ignore the way “brother” was rotating around in his head. Even if it didn't last… He frowned appraisingly. “Yeah. I’m great.”

Thirteen grinned and they headed into the hostel together, where their room with its two twin beds was waiting.

They had it down to a routine now, so it only took a moment for them to change and crawl into bed. Thirteen turned out the light, and Chase pulled his soft blanket up to his chest. In the darkness, it felt safe to say things. He played the word brother over and over in his head. He knew it was true. But how often do you get that kind of thing confirmed? “I’m glad we made this trip. Me and you.”

“Me, too.” Her voice was warm.

It had been a hard year, but right here and right now, Chase was so, so happy.

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part five)

roman roy x fem reader

note: i know i said this before but don't forget english's not my first language lol i just don't y'all to be disappointed

also: i feel like these are a bit short, so sorry about that, my creativity only gets to a point lmao

summary: you catch roman inside your house, and reasonably get much angry at him, can't see his face any longer.

warning/content: just of what was left of part four, so basically no smut at all here; and some emotional angst on both of you

"what the fuck"

you said to yourself wondering what the hell was on the other side. So you rapidly, trying not to be afraid, put a towel around you and also tucking your head with some other towel too, and very fast you grabbed whatever there was in the bathroom that looked at least like a weapon; then slowly going over the door, putting your hand slightly on it, opening it gradually; as soon you see some humanly figure outside, you instantly tried to jump at him, screaming while having your hand up high about to throw the object/weapon you decided to grab.

"WOAH WAIT!" roman yelled trying to stop you from basically breaking his skull.

You stand completely still, catching your breath, very frustrated.

"ro- ROMAN?!" You couldn't believe what you was happening before your eyes.

Roman was starting to stutter, very afraid of the confrontation and what you would've done to him. "i- if you let me explain, wow um- this is... god". Roman laughs at himself by now having his guard down, taking his palms to his face. "i don't believe this is a laughing matter". You tell him very noticeably furious. "yeah yeah i know that" he says now trying to calm himself down, placing his hands over his waist. "i was, um, leaving your coat, i texted you and-" you interrupted him, your face didn't get to change that much of anger but there was some confusion. "you texted me? no... when?" you thought he was lying, then when he was about to answer your question, you remember the massages you decided to ignore earlier. "yeah the little texts you received like half an hour ago i think?". Anger consumes all over again. "oh, so you texted me? great, that incredibly justified your invasion to here". You still keep some distance from him. "your door, y/n, it was open, okay?"

You were now more confused than before, you peeked over where your door was. "it was, open?" Clearly you felt a bit scared, anyone, people like roman or even worse could've come in, and I wouldn't have noticed. You start to think, while slowly lowering your weapon and sitting on your couch, thinking to yourself and zoning out, pretty much still away from roman. "yeah, so, that's pretty dangerous, i mean, i did entered here" Roman did a terrible joke and instantly was aware of how stupid that was. "you don't get to joke around you little shit". You tell him in a serious tone.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened" You were tired enough to try anything so you let him to talk anyway. "okay so, i did actually wanted to come here, bring your coat, say sorry whatever, and then leave, so when-" you interrupt him. "I'm sorry, say sorry, whatever?, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, I'm letting you explain by the way and you still feel like puking for fucking apologizing to me? are you that scared of feelings?"

"woah.. ummm, shit yeah, no" he didn't know what to say after that. "continue your little story roman" very curious what he has to say next. "... yeah, so, i rang your bell, and so then knocked your door, and it opened-"

"so you said, oh! this is a great idea to jerk myself off! that sounds like you by the way" you mocked him. "no, i actually entered because I wanted to see if there was something wrong-" he isn't serious is he? "oh how sweet romey" You kept on teasing him. He looked at you but didn't care about your tease, he knew it was deserving. "... everything was fine, so i left your coat here (he points next to him where the coat is) and then um... i saw the steam over there, you know" He scratched his head, turning his head to avoid your judgy eyes. Your face changed all over again, although, somehow, you got to feel calmed, weren't much on your nerves apparently.

"honestly, roman, it doesn't surprise me you did what you did, that's usually you, disgusting you know... you're fucked, and since we're talking sincerely... i did, actually... like you, just so you know... but, once again, you fucked it up."

You both stood silently, then you get up from your seat to then go to your bedroom for you to get changed, while roman stayed still where he was, processing this whole thing. You came out of your room now fully clothed and much more comfortable, but of course very unhappy of everything.

You stood right outside your bedroom, leaning right next to your door frame. "so... do i need to call (you shrug) i don't know, the police?... daddy?... so that you can get the hell out of my house?" You said very confident over your own person, knowing that roman wasn't capable of doing anything.

When he turns around, you notice he's tearing up a little bit. "tears, really?." You were currently not trusting his behavior. "i had no idea roman roy was able to feel emotions." You slightly smile, crossed your arms over your chest, kept on mocking him; it's like, you wanted him to feel hurt" You see him lowering his head, feeling blue, he only watches the floor. "i get it, yeah, you're right, i am a fuck up (he laughs at himself again, in a way to cope with his nerves)... i made a mistake". He then straightly looks at you. "I'm going to leave now, so..." he doesn't say anything else, then does what he says, and leaves.

All over again, there's nothing but silence and loneliness inside your flat, like always; but now there's only left, you and your thoughts trapped together.

You get to be yourself again, to feel sad and not seem intimidating in front of him. There was something about him when feeling miserable you didn't want to care about. You hated him, you don't want to empathize to his feelings... however, you couldn't help but to feel your heart ache a bit too strong after it. You didn't know what was good or bad anymore, just more loneliness feeding up on you, leading you to then sobbing uncontrollably, while laying on your bed.

Why him. Why me. I deserve better... but why do i have the necessity to be next to him?... was it really even that bad what he did? of course it was, but it is? He just... jerked off on another room in a distance... am i also a pervert by thinking it wasn't that bad? am i disgusting?... why do i wanted to hug him as well after seeing him like that...

what is wrong with me...

Confusing thoughts were consuming your mind, you couldn't escape them, you just tried to rest while bawling your eyes out, until you fell asleep with puffy eyes and dry tears covering your face.

Tomorrow you'll know better what to do.

continue.

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

Triple Threat (Part 1)

sickie: Han, Suengmin, and Felix

tw:emeto

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Bang Chan has always been protective of Han and all his other members. Maybe that’s why when 3Racha was gathered in the studio to write lyrics for their next comeback, he quickly noticed something seemed off about him. His energy was no where near its usual level, especially with his birthday being the next day. The boy was relatively quiet, and looked tired and was significantly paler than normal.

Changbin, who was yet to notice the younger boy’s condition was in the middle of suggesting a line when he was interrupted by a worried Chan.

“Hannie, are you alright over there? You’re not looking too hot.”

“Are you calling me ugly?” Han responded, he was trying to divert the conversation by cracking a joke and not really answering. But his delivery was flat, and not convincing to Chan, who saw right through him.

“I mean you seem sick. You’re so quiet over there. Are you feeling okay?”

Han knew he had no chance at getting past Bang Chan on this one. He gave in.

“Stomach hurts.”

He admitted.

“Do you think you’re going to throw up?” A concerned Changbin asked.

Instead of responding, Han slapped his hand over his mouth with a gag. Changbin was quick to grab the bin from under the desk and hold it under Han’s mouth just in time for the boy to loose the first wave of his dinner.He expected Han to take the bin and hold it for himself, but the poor boy instead kept his hands on his stomach, leaving Changbin to hold the trash can for him. But Changbin didn’t mind.

Chan moved to rub Jisung’s back, who pretty much had his head fully ducked down into the bin. When he finally sat up, his appearance was only worse. He was sweaty, his pale face now joined by rosy red cheeks. The poor boy was breathing raggedly from the strain of throwing up. Both of the other 3Racha felt so bad for him.

“Okay. Let’s get you home.”

Chan said, but he had no idea what was waiting for them back at the dorms.

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Meanwhile, the rest of the boys had gone back to the dorm for the night after having dinner. Hyunjin tagged along to the other dorm, seeing that the rest of his dorm-mates were in the studio and he didn’t want to be alone. When they arrived home, most of the members retreaded to their rooms, aside from Felix and of course Hyunjin who flopped down onto the couch.

When Felix sat down on the couch, he was exhausted. His limbs felt heavy.His head pounded inside his skull. His whole body ached. He was cuddled against Hyunjin. He felt so awful. There was no way to even explain how miserable he was. He decided that he could at-least try and take some medicine to help with the aches. Standing up from his spot on the couch, he felt his vision swim. He stood unsteadily for a moment before feeling someone guiding him to sit back down.

“Woah. Lixie, are you okay? You looked like you were gonna pass out or something”

Hyunjin asked with a worried expression.

“I’m okay… just a little dizzy.”

Felix said. He was struggling to speak Korean. His whole brain felt so foggy, he was barely able to think straight in English, let alone Korean.

“Are you sure? You look flushed.What were you getting up for anyway?”

“I was gonna get some ibuprofen. My head hurts like hell.” Felix confided in his hyung, slipping into English without even noticing.

Hyunjin semi-understood him and touched his hand to the only slightly younger boy’s forehead and found that he was burning up. 

“Lix, you’re on fire.”

A chill ran through the fevered boy. 

“I’m going to go get you that medicine. And some water. You, stay here okay?”

He nodded and laid down across the couch, falling asleep before Hyunjin had even left the room. 

When Hyunjin returned with the medicine, he saw Felix already was out like a light. He decided to use the opportunity to take his temperature, thankfully it was the kind you swipe across the forehead so it didn’t wake him up. When the thermometer beeped, it read 39.2. That was way too high. He decided the best choice was to wake Felix up and get him to take some medicine.

“Lixie?”

He said, gently shaking him awake.

“Huh..” He groaned. He had only been asleep for a few minutes, but he somehow felt even worse than before. He was disoriented, light headed, and his whole body ached. 

“Can you sit up and take some medicine for me?”

Instead of sitting up, the boy just looked confused.

“Lix? It will help, you really have to tak it, your fever is too high.”

Soon it became clear that Felix wasn’t really understanding what he was saying. He realized he wouldn’t be able to take care of the boy alone anyway, and decided to go get Seungmin, who is pretty good at English.

“I’ll be right back.”

He said to Felix, hoping he had said it correctly in English.

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When he got to Seungmin’s room, he heard loud wet coughing.

“Seungmin? Are you okay?”

“..’m fine..” He rasped once he could finally catch his breath. 

Hyunjin was taken aback by how sickly the singers voice sounded. He sounded really congested and the coughing seemed to have torn up his throat a bit. And Hyunjin was right, it totally did. It made his already sore throat burn even more than it had been all day.

“Whas up?” He tried to asked, although it was barely audible considering how measly his voice was at this point 

Hyunjin walked over and placed his head on Seungmin’s forehead. 

“I think you have a fever too. Not as high as Felix’s though.”

“What do you mean Feli-“ He cut himself off with another coughing fit, and Hyunjin rubbed his back, unsure what to do. It had to be the worst cough that Hyunjin had ever heard, he worried Seungmin wouldn’t get enough air with how much he was wheezing. 

To say Hyunjin was stressed was an understatement. He was on the edge of a panic attack, but had to collect himself for the sake of Seungmin and Felix. He went to get Lee Know, surely he would know what to do with two sick boys.

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Lee Know did not know what to do. 

They thought it would be best to move both of the unwell members to the couch where it would be easier to take care of them. But they were not exactly sure what else to do from there. So of course, they called their leader.

“Lee Know! I was just about to call you. Han’s sick. We’re on the way home right now.”

“Shit.” Lee Know said. That wasn’t exactly the response Chan had been expecting, but it fit.

“Yeah. Why did you call anyway?” Chan said, realizing that it was out of character for Minho to interrupt 3Racha while they were at work.

“Felix and Seungmin are sick too.”

“Shit.” Chan now understood Minho’s reasoning.

“We can bring him over there, make it easier to take care of them.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Alright, see you then.”

And with that, their phone call was over.

When they arrived at the dorm, they were met with yet another coughing fit from Seungmin, and Jisung sprinting down the hall to the bathroom to throw up the little he had left in him. There was also a sweaty confused Felix slouched over on the couch, along with a very frustrated Hyunjin.

“Felix, can you please take this medicine? Your fever is way too high to not. It could be dangerous.”

But Hyunjin’s begging went practically unheard by the fevered boy, who was struggling to listen to what the older boy was saying, let alone understand Korean.

“For goodness sake Felix, take the damn medicine!”

Hyunjin yelled. He immediately regretted it when he saw tear well up in Felix’s eyes.

“Lixie please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad I-“

“Why are you mad at me?” the younger boy said in english.

Hyunjin felt so bad. He hadn’t meant to upset the sick boy. Relief washed over him when he saw Chan had returned with Han who had finished throwing up for the time being.

“What’s the matter?” He said.

“I can’t get Yongbokie to take his medicine. This fever is really messing with him. It’s pretty high and if it gets any higher it could be dangerous.”

Hyunjin had almost entirely forgot about Seungmin, until he reminded them of his presence with a huge sneeze.

“Bless you.” Chan said, before turning to Felix.

“Hey bud. I know you’re not feeling well, but can you take this medicine for us? It will make you feel better.” He said it all in English, hoping it would get through to Felix better. Sure enough, Felix took the pills before lying back down and falling right back to sleep. They decided to take all three of the boys temperature to check how bad each is. Seungmin was at 38.1, Han was as 38.3, and Felix was somehow getting worse, with now 39.4. They brought each of the boys cold wash cloths and medicine to combat their respective symptoms. Once that was all taken care of, the three sick boys cuddled up together on the couch.

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“You know it’s interesting that they all got sick with different things at the same time.” Changbin said when things had settled down.

“I don’t think they did. It looks to me like they all have some type of flu, but it’s just attacking their bodies differently. Han in the stomach, Seungmin in his sinuses, and Felix.. well his whole body with a high fever.”

They were going to continue discussing the topic when Jisung jolted awake from the cuddle pile on the couch and grabbed the bucket that has been placed for him beside the couch, somehow still bringing something up. Minho went beside Han, rubbing his back and gently playing with his hair, trying his best to comfort the boy. Seungmin woke up in yet another coughing fit, this time even worse than before, it wracked his whole body, his chest sore and his throat torn. The poor boy could barely catch his breath as wheezed and gasped for air between coughs. Jeongin walked over and held the boy up by his shoulders to steady him, patting his back every once in a while, not really sure what to do when someone is having a coughing fit.

In the commotion, Felix woke up as well. Felix was known to not do well around other people throwing up, especially when he was sick himself. But Felix wasn’t the focus of the other members right now, with two of the other sick boys needing attention, no one thought to help Felix escape the scene and the vomit. He started feeling queasy, and he was already hot and sweaty as is. The sight of Han being sick made him grow nauseous until it finally peaked, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Vomit streamed from his mouth and onto his clothes, but it didn’t end there. He heaved up the rest of his dinner onto the floor before leaning back into the couch, too tired to care.

Finally, the chaos calmed down and they were able to clean up a bit. Chan took Felix to change his clothes and take a cool shower to clean off and hopefully help with the fever. Once Felix was out of the shower and in fresh clothes, hey snuggled back in with the other sick boys. The other members of the group got comfortable around them too, they were in for a long couple of days more.

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wow that was a long one. i think im going to write a part 2 of this one. i hope to get it out today or tomorrow so i can get to work on other things, but i have some more ideas with this one and thought it would be better as a part two. i hope you guys liked this, sorry for the scare earlier 🤣😮‍💨

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part two

[accirax]

Last few greetings before the season ends, LET'S GOOOOOO!!!!

https://youtu.be/heUPDg0QLwE?si=X_q1L2dFYnHtCWsa

https://youtu.be/p31yYs7l1nY?si=gN1kUQkGTJ2kjufW (Yup. Yup. I can see why Aiden fell for him. I mean not that there weren't other obvious reasons before but.. My God those low notes-! 😳💘🙈)

https://youtu.be/BOOezXQgLTc?si=fWax5lo8nbXHgbxH (Well I still haven't forgiven Ellie but I guess I should be happy that at least Lake has, or whatever. 😒)

https://youtu.be/tMY1U6RVvtl?si=3RorOpYI_4-iMt8r

https://youtu.be/dXjo_zBpDoc?si=riEGte_iJ5Yk7JzK (so he did find out about Ellie's trick in ep6)

https://youtu.be/QHOv5gOBRp4?si=f5tS1dZjQP43psjL

https://youtu.be/I-tATYsGDyo?si=6ypPY8GCXfrA1icJ (Loved this one~ 😄)

https://youtu.be/5fL-1S_3nRQ?si=7VQauoH-shmZe6Z4

yay!!! let's see if i can actually knock these out before the episode airs, this time.

:D

wow, what a beautiful outfit! and i love the spotlight effect, too; whoever animated this greeting clearly had fun doing so. i should really listen to more Olivia Rodrigo. pretty much every song of hers i've heard snippets of sounds like a banger, i just don't listen to straight up pop that often.

Yup. Yup. I can see why Aiden fell for him. I mean not that there weren't other obvious reasons before but.. My God those low notes-! 😳💘🙈

okay, i swear when i said what i said about Olivia Rodrigo i didn't know that a Nico Collins song was going to come on next! i actually do know a couple of Nico Collins songs (Borderline, Hate Me, and Our Way Out), and i think James did a lovely rendition. it's fun that Aiden and James now both have white princely outfits, even if Aiden's is more royal while James' is admittedly a prom king fit. "God, I love my voice!" made me laugh out loud. what an icon.

Well I still haven't forgiven Ellie but I guess I should be happy that at least Lake has, or whatever. 😒

it's interesting to me that Lake expresses worries that staying in the game longer might have made her a worse person too, given that that's the moral Ellie wound up learning this season. i guess Lake is just the master of seeing herself in Season 1's most morally gray contestants. i'd say it was a redhead connection, but even in greetings i've never seen Jake with fully red hair.

oh, so Lake does canonically live with Rosa now! i thought she might've just been visiting Rosa on vacation or something. that's a pretty big move, to go from living in Germany with your family to living in Mexico with someone you only met a few weeks ago, but Lake's family sucks and Rosa is awesome, so i understand where Lake is coming from.

so he did find out about Ellie's trick in ep6

so, actually, looking at the comments section on the greeting...

the trick that Tom was referring to was actually the one that Alec and Fiore came up with in Season 1, to have Ellie lie to Jake to tear Tom and Jake apart. i actually hadn't realized myself that Jake had been told that Tom had a boyfriend other than him twice, in s1 and DCAS. if i had a nickel...

anyways, Tom's outfit is super cute! i like how it's still predominantly blue, like he was still on the Cyan team but he tried to sneak over and pretend to be Magenta instead.

WOAH, English Tom and Spanish Tom sound way more similar than i'd realized. i couldn't even tell at first when the English greeting switched to the Spanish one. his new hairstyle is very interesting, and very idol-esque. i wonder if the patches on his jacket have any meaning other than looking nice.

Loved this one~ 😄

that power scream was so funny. i know that people were (lovingly) making fun of Raitix with how hard he went on the wolf howl in the Patron name readings after he was eliminated, so i wonder if making him yell was at all inspired by that. also, i don't think i've ever heard anyone describe what Goku is wearing as "classy" before. between this and the My Hero Academia knowledge, Alec seems to be shaping up as a secret anime nerd.

"slander Jake? that's way too easy, where do i even start?" giant Fiore does sound like a gag that the show would pull that's very in-character. i wonder who in the heroes alliance would have been the best at taking her down, if you imagine that Fiore came back instead of Connor. maybe Ally, if she could stretch up close to Fiore's height? or, i guess if Aiden could, like, run through the meat of Fiore's leg like he ran through Alec's entire body, he could incapacitate her pretty easily. Aiden is kinda OP.

Oh! Forgot one more -

i... did not realize that Ashley was friends with Tess or Ellie, but, you go girl. she does seem to have the ability to be friends with anyone. i was wondering if, as an artist, Tess would pick something more along the lines of illusions or being able to bring anything she drew to life, but being a healer totally fits with her sweet personality. maybe she could have helped Ally and Connor after Yul, Grett, and Gabby got to them.

[aws2024]

Summary: Steve shoots his shot.

Steve Harrington x female!reader, Eddie Munson x female!reader (platonic)

Warnings: None

Steve and Y/N had been friends since elementary; they were like two peas in a pod. They grew up together, living in the same neighborhood and going to the same schools. Any new kid would think they were dating because they were so close. Just as Steve was ready for another year of just the two of them hanging out and doing homework, Eddie Munson, a repeating senior appeared and swooped his Y/N from him.

Well, she wasn’t exactly his. But, little did she know that he had been hers since the beginning of high school. Steve didn’t know what had hit him, but when she had come back from Italy the summer they started high school, everything changed. It started as a small crush. Whenever he saw her, his stomach would fill with butterflies and his face would get hot whenever she caught him staring at her. But it got worse, he’d get nervous when he was around her and all flustered when they’d playfully flirt at each other as they had always done. Steve so desperately wanted to say that he was in love with her, but he was too afraid of rejection and ruining their friendship. So he tried to shake off the feelings, he was only her best friend after all, right?

The previous year, while the two of them were choosing the subjects they wanted to take in senior year, they realized that they were both opting for different things for the first time in their friendship. While they had some things in common, like English and Economics, Steve was more of a Science person while Y/N gravitated towards Creative Arts. So they agreed that they’d choose their respective paths because that was the right thing to do. Steve was honestly a little relieved because he didn’t know if he could be around her while she was looking so perfect.

However, when the year started, Steve discovered that Y/N had made a new close friend rather quickly, much to his dismay. Eddie, the school’s “freak” as people called him, and also a repeating senior, became friends with her. When he saw Eddie with her as they were walking to music, she had a large grin on her face. He felt a knot build up in his stomach. It was a weird sensation to him; he tried to brush it off as he walked into his Chemistry class. After school, Y/N met up with him in their usual meet up spot, but not before hugging Eddie goodbye. Again, Steve felt the same sensation. He drove Y/N home as usual, before quickly hugging her and saying goodbye before he drove off towards Robin’s house.

As soon as Steve got to Robin’s house he knocked on her door. She appeared as the door opened and he waltzed in and started babbling away.

“Woah, woah, slow down there Steve. Start over from the beginning.”

“I really like Y/N. I have for a long time.“

“Yeah dingus, I know that, heck she probably knows that. It’s very obvious.”

“Well if she does know, I don’t think she reciprocates the feelings because she’s been hanging out with Eddie all the time. Every time I see them my stomach knots up and I feel like I’m gonna throw up. What’s wrong with me?”

“Oh my gosh. You’re jealous! Steve, you’re more stupid than I thought. Eddie and Y/N are just friends I promise. They’re only hanging out together whenever they have class together. After they finish class, Y/N is always looking for you, Steve. She likes you too. You guys are both too worried about ruining your friendship together that you do nothing about it.”

“Really? She likes me? How do you know?”

“Eddie told me.”

“How does he know?!”

“Jeez Steve, relax. He’s seen me hanging out with you guys and he told me because he wants you and her to be together. He’s told me about the way Y/N talks about you when he’s with her. She thinks that you’re everything a girl could want.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now go talk to her you dingus.”

Steve rushed to the front door yelling his thanks as he got into his car. His heart was beating as he made his way to her house. Before he got out he quickly sprayed a bit of mint flavoring into his mouth making sure it smelled good. He tousled his hair a bit before knocking loudly against the front door.

“This is it, Steve you got this.”

When Y/N opened the door, Steve swore he saw her pupils dilate.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Steve. What’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure… why are you acting all weird. You know you don’t need to ask this stuff. We’re way beyond this. We’ve been friends for years!”

Right, friends. Steve almost gave up and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room.

As they sat down Y/N asked “So Steve, what’s going on?”

Steve just sat there, taking in her beauty. She looked like an angel.

“Can I kiss you?”

“W-what?”

Steve gulped. Had he said that out loud? This was it. This was the part where she’d slap him and tell him to get out, their friendship broken. He closed his eyes waiting for the impact, but it never came.

“Hey, Steve, look at me.”

Steve opened his eyes and saw Y/N smiling up at him. Was he in heaven?

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say that, I got a little carried away.”

“Did you mean that or are you just saying that, because I would really like it if you kissed me.”

Steve couldn’t believe his ears.

"Did you just say you wanted me to k-"

He was stopped abruptly by her kissing him softly on the lips, and right there and then he knew his answer.

Hope you enjoyed! This was my first fanfic ever...I hope it's not too cringey.