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scaraaamouche · 10 months
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Online friend // Kaedehara Kazuha
✦ Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x afab!reader (she/her)
✦ Summary: Kazuha realizes his online best friend may be going to his school
✦ Warnings: petnames (my dear, dear, sweetheart, sweet girl, my girl, pretty girl, dummy), half proofread, reader makes grammar errors in her texts, except that none, tell me if i missed any
✦ A/n: Yall this is so heavily based on my boy and i its not good. This ooc kazuha is so heavily my boyfriend jsut renamed as kazuha. Wrote this while he was sleeping on call, my heart has melted for this man.
✦ Wordcount: 3.2k
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
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Ping!
Your face brightened up as you heard your phone go off, you were glad the classroom was already full of noise so the teacher hopefully didn’t notice. 
Hey what you up to? 
Hiii!! Nothing much, just waitig for class to end tbh, wby? waiting**
In class AND on your phone? Are you trying to get into detention, my dear?Not that I should be talking, I’m doing the same.
Yk I can’t just ignore you, that’d be mean
I’d be worse if you got detention again, dummy.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. It had been what? Six months since you met this stranger online? It didn’t take more than two weeks before you became inseparable. Socials were shared soon enough, though neither of yours showed anything but pretty pictures or fit-checks. You knew he was in the same school year as you, though he was a year older because of an early birthday. But you had no idea where in the world he lived, he was more secretive about that but you did figure out that you were in the same time zone. You didn’t really mind, you liked figuring him out on your own and he didn’t mind.
Would be worth it tbh. Read 14:38 PM
Kadeh? You alright? Don’t tell me they took your phone LMAO Delivered.
“[Name], busted.” your english teacher stood in front of you, and as he said, you got busted. “I know you’d much rather be texting your boyfriend but c'mon.” he held his hand up, signaling for you to hand your phone to him.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” he rolled his eyes at you before standing straight again. “This is three times, that means detention. Go to classroom sixteen at four o’clock, I’ll be there.” 
You let out a deep breath, of course you got busted, you jinxed it, and now you both lost your phone for the day and got detention. 
“Girl, sooner or later he will get bored of you and drop contact.” your friend said, “You know that’s what happens with all online friends.” you looked at her and tried your best not to slap her. 
She’s right, you know. One part of you thought, while the other protested. No, she isn’t. Kadeh wouldn’t do that!
You turned your head around and ignored her for the rest of the day.
“Hey teach,” you entered classroom sixteen a bit before four o’clock, walking up to your English teachers’ desk to sign off your name on the detention list. Your eyes scanned the paper for other names.
Childe. Reason: disrespectful behavior. Of course he’d say something stupid. Itto. Reason: disturbing class even after two warnings. Nothing new Chongyun. Reason: talking through my lesson with Xingqiu. Of course, the cute freshmen couple. Xingqiu. Reason: talking through my lesson with Chongyun. [Name]. Reason: texting during class. Sigh. Yoimiya. Reason: disturbing class even after two warnings. That rarely happened, she must’ve been excited over something. Kazuha. Reason: texting during class. Seemed like she wasn't the only one today. Cyno. Reason: playing cards with Kaveh during class. Tcg obsessed assholes. Kaveh. Reason: playing cards with Cyno during class.
“Sir, could I have some blank papers? I filled up my notebook during my last class.'' He handed you some and you turned around to find a seat where you’d be sitting for the next hour. You found a spot next to the window behind Yoimiya, who smiled at you. You watched the others come in, Cyno and Kaveh going straight to the back of the room, Childe sat in the row next to Yoimiya and the two started chatting away, Itto moved to the spot right besides the door, Xingqiu and Chongyun were in the front, and finally the last student entered the room. Kazuha, you didn’t share any classes with him, you were in classes one, and he was in two. Meaning you’d never gotten the chance to properly meet over the last few years. 
You knew him from walking around in the hallways, standing in line behind him in the cafeteria, small shared smiles and awkward nods as you locked eyes with him during lunch. After he signed off his name he walked to take the seat beside you. 
“So I wasn’t the only one caught texting today.” he joked as he sat down, holding out his hand, “Kaedehara Kazuha,” 
Seemed like today was the day you finally got introduced to him.
You fell down on your bed with your phone in hand. 
Kadeh? You alright? Don’t tell me they took your phone LMAO
Guess what? They did, and detention.
MINE TOO BYE AND THEN TEACH PUT ME IN DETENTION AS WELL
So you WERE trying to get into detention, huh? Pfft I didn’t realize I had made friends with a bad girl.
You just told me you got into detention as well and you’re calling me bad? Your teachers are just as bad as mine, or you’re just as bad as covering your schemes as me.
I promise you, my dear, I am not bad at covering up my secrets.
You must have a lot of them then.
How ‘bout you come find out?
You giggled at his texts, he never failed to make you do so. As you rolled off your bed to grab your homework and laptop you heard your phone buzz a couple of times, and coming back to your bed you checked your messages.
No worries tho, I’m not THAT bad.  I don’t sell drugs or guns or stuff like that I just get into detention for giving my sweet girl the attention she deserves. Which is totally worth it except when they take my phone and I CAN'T text you.
Whoops sorry was gettrng my books and laptop You not respondfing within a minure basically menas your phone got taken, and possibly got detention too. Or you’re passed out on your couch But I gotta go, well not that i wnat ot but i have math homework that i have to make otheriwse theyll assign me a tuotr and i dont want htha Fuck ym grammar oml
No need to apologize dummy But go make your homework, I won’t disappear
“[Name] your test results weren’t great. I see no other choice but to assign you a tutor to help you out ‘till the end of term.” you stared at your math teacher in defeat. You knew you weren’t great at math, but Kadeh had explained the difficult things to you since the guy was amazing at basically everything. 
“Is there really no other thing? Something that doesn’t include a tutor.”
“Yes. You paying attention.” he looked back at you before grabbing another paper from his desk. “Let’s see, it says here that Kaedehara Kazuha is available, you good with that?”
That wasn’t the worst person, he was pretty chill to you ever since you met in detention. The awkward nods and smiles now turned into small conversations and hello’s, with still the smiles. “Yeah sure, fine by me.” “Great, just go to the library after your last class and you’ll probably find him there.”
They gave me a fucking tutor. Turns out my test didn’t go as well as i thought it went.  Ughughughughguhgughugh  Why me. Read 11:32 PM
As you were about to type your next message your head and later body hit something–someone. 
“Ouch!” your hand flew up to your head and the books in your hand fell to the floor, where your phone already was. 
“I’m so sorry, please. Are you okay?” you knew that voice and you looked up to meet Kazuha’s eyes. You nodded in return, crouching to gather your books and phone.
“Though my screen protector is less fine,” you laughed as you saw it shattered, your messages with Kadeh gone blurry due to the cracks. “Are you alright?” looking at him he sat down beside you to help you with your books.
“I am, no worries. I was just texting my f–someone. Where’d your bag go?” he said, standing up with some of your books in his hands and offering you the other; which you gladly took.
“My friend's bag broke, and I just had these few books so I gave her mine. Besides, I got a spare tote in my locker.” you reached out to take the books from him, but he turned around and started walking.
“I’ll walk with you, can’t let a pretty girl carry these heavy books alone now can I?” 
You laughed at him while shaking your head, a slight blush coming to your cheeks.
“Did you hear the news already? My math teacher assigned you as my tutor.” quickly changing the subject you walked to your locker as he followed behind like a lost puppy.
“Yes, I saw the email come in. Wanna meet in the library after class?”
You agreed as you opened your locker and placed your books inside. You grabbed the spare tote bag and threw in your economy books and art supplies for your next few classes.
“Sounds good, and thank you and sorry.”
He winked and turned around to his next class.
Okayhe isn’t hat bad Excudr my grammsr my screen protecotr broke cuase i bumpedi nto him and ym stuff fell
No worries, dear. See, I told you it’d be fine. Now you have someone that can explain it to you one on one, instead of over dms.
Kazuha looked back over his shoulder to see [name] typing away on her phone, and at the same time his phone was exploding.
Yes but youre jsut better yoou know.  I meani dk him yet idk how he ‘teahces’.  What if i dontunderstandh im?  Yk i odnt like telling people i odnt understand.
It’ll be fine, dear. You just go to his lessons, pretend to understand, then afterwards you talk to me about it and I’ll explain some more if needed. Sound good?
Thnak you kadeh ilysm
I love you too, my dear.
A small smile danced over her features and she scrunched up her nose in adoration. No way that his best friend and lowkey crush, which was strange since he’d never seen her face, was this cute girl from school who he was now going to tutor.
Gotta go to my nect class, i htae economy ugh.
Goodluck sweetheart, you can do it!
Oh fuck.
“So mister Kaedeh–” you cut yourself off and giving the blonde before you a suspicious look before continueing, “Kaedehara Kazuha, how you think you’ll be able to make the math math for me?”
“By showing you how to think logically.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled before throwing your bag on the floor. As you sat down you checked your phone to check if you got a message from Kadeh or not, and when you saw none you shut your phone down.
“Let’s get started then.”
Twenty minutes later you were solving equations that gave you headaches before. Now it all seemed to make a lot of sense and with Kazuha’s help you were on a streak. He looked proudly as you moved on to the fifth one with no trouble, you raised your writing arm to your face to inspect the equation on the paper, and before Kazuha could ask if you were alright you were already writing again.
Every now and then you’d furrow your brows, pout a little, or bite on your lip as you studied the paper. When you were finished you gave Kazuha the sheet of paper with a smile and he started to correct it, explaining how to do certain things faster for example. Sometimes you’d nod, other times you’d give him a strange look to which he just laughed before explaining.
Safe to say that you walked away from the extra math lesson with a lot more knowledge and confidence, and a new friend. 
Okay okay he isnt that bad at explaining. I actually understand it now and i was on a roll, or well he said that.  After he explained soem thigns eh had me make about  fifteen questions, after he corrected them and explainedw what i did wrong and how ic an do other thigns differently so itll be faster.  I actually understnasd
I told you it wouldn’t be that bad, dear. I’m proud of you, I know you did great.
Next time im meetng him is enxt week thursday, same time.  We agreed to meet every week same time until end semester cuase thats what teach said.
Yeah, not that bad right? Just once a week cannot hurt. And he doesn’t seem like the worst type of guy.
He isn’t no, he has a calming aura, its nice to be arounf him. Hes prety too ngl Thugh some people at school spread some odd rumors aboit him  Liek that he sells weed and sht. Oh well even if eh does idc he expains math like a pro. Anyways imma head home, no driving and texting. Talk soon!! Loveyou
Drive safe, sweetheart. I love you too.
Kazuha stayed in the library for a while longer. When [name] was leaving she was already typing away on her phone, and mere seconds later his phone started exploding. Reading her texts made him sit in silence for a bit before responding. He was now certain that she was his online best friend. She told him the things he told her and it all just added up. He threw his head back as he looked at the ceiling that was painted to resemble the night sky. 
Not before long he saw Heizou, his mob of dark red hair above him. 
“What happened? Why are you slouching?”
Kazuha sighed as he sat up.
“I think my best friend may be in this school.”
“Uh yeah, hello, here I am right in front of ya, buddy.”
Kazuha looked at Heizou desperately.
“Oh shit, you mean [online name]? What? How? Why? What?!”
“I tutor this girl, [name]. This morning I bumped into her while I was texting [online name], she was busy on her phone too. I didn’t receive any messages from her when [name] and i bumped into each other, but she was typing. Then I offered to walk her to her locker and carry her books because she leaned her own to her friend, she dropped her economy books into her new bag. Later [online name] texted me she had economy class, as that she hated it.” Kazuha started at the wall as he spoke mindlessly.
“Yeah okay… But those can all just be coincidence you know.”
“Then just now when she was leaving she was typing away on her phone, and seconds later [online name] started messaging me. Then she told me how her tutor told her she was on a roll, I told [name] that! Then she said that there were some rumors about her tutor, that he sells weed. People say I sell weed! I don’t but they say it!” 
Heizou just stared at him for ten seconds before his mind came up with a master plan that goes as follows.
The next time [online name] is texting him Heizou will sneak up on [name] and look on her phone, if it’s who she thinks is Kadeh then the mission is a success, and if not then Kazuha’s heart will calm down.
And so the following day Heizou stood behind [name] with another friend of his, just ‘talking’. As Kazuha gave the sign she was typing, Heizou looked over her shoulder to see what she was writing.
Yeah! I genuenly cannot wait for summer either ughhh
Heizou and his friend bolted back to Kazuha when she sent it and he snatched the phone from his hands.
Yeah! I genuenly cannot wait for summer either ughhh
He looked Kazuha dead in the eye before giving him his phone back. 
“Go get your girl, loverboy.”
Four weeks had passed since that day. Four weeks, four Thursdays, four tutor lessons. [Name] realized that Kazuha was acting differently lately. She would catch him staring at her during those lessons, or even more often during lunch break. She would always give him her sweetest smile, and he’d return it before breaking eye contact with a small chuckle. Their friends started noticing too, there was some sort of tension with someone in the cafeteria but they couldn’t place who. 
It took another week before Kazuha decided to just go for it. He knew [name] was already in the library because her last class had been dismissed early. So when he saw her curled up on one of the couches, his heart melted. His phone vibrating in his pocket let him know she was texting him, some personalized do not disturb setting that let only her messages through. 
He grabbed his phone and sent her a quick text, ignoring the things she had said before. 
I cant reply rn, I have to tutor someone.
You tutor???@?@!! You never told me
There’s more I haven’t told you.
Like what?
Look up, sweet girl
You looked up in confusion and locked eyes with Kazuha. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. Looking back at your phone, then back at Kazuha tears came to your eyes. 
“Hello, my dear” he softly smiled as he took a slow step towards you, cupping your cheeks as tears were seconds away from falling. “You’re–” your bottom lip started trembling as you buried your face into his chest, one of his hands coming to hold your head as the other held your back, slowly brushing up and down. “I hate you–but I don’t. You–”
You felt his chest vibrate, letting you know he was laughing. You gripped at his shirt–which you now realized was the shirt you’d seen a thousand times before on his instagram.
“Who knew the sweetest girl in town,” he dropped his head to talk right next to your ear, “was actually my sweet girl?” He felt you trying to bury yourself even deeper into his chest. “No no, sweetheart, you need oxygen.” With that you pulled back, your big eyes staring back at him, a little bloodshot and your cheeks all red. “Not funny,” you whispered, “You don’t wanna know how much I was hoping you were actually living in my town, went to school here and I don’t know. I’d be happy if that were the case unless you were Childe.” tears came back to your eyes. “And what if it was me?” he rested his forehead against yours, looking you directly into your eyes. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you replied.
“Then I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop myself from falling for you–Kadeh–even harder.” 
One moment you were talking and smiling, looking directly into the male's eyes. The next you were processing what was happening as his lips collided with yours.
“Even in real life you seem to have a processing time to what I say or do.” he said when he pulled back.
“Can you blame me? Look at yourself.” Kazuha swore he saw hearts in your eyes before you closed them again and pulled him back to you, lips once again meeting each other.
“No, I can’t. But you, my dear sweet girl, are even more breathtaking than I imagined you’d be.”
“Mister Kaedehara and Miss [name]! Detention!”
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look who returned to the land of the living. i got stuck in a writers block, and came out with a boyfriend whos giving me so many things i can write about. yall this man worships the ground i walk on and i didnt know princess treatment was actually a thing until i met this guy. get yourself a man or woman whos willing to do stuff like this. oh my heart has melted. so many of kazuhas sentences in this are literally things my bf said to me uuhmm please save me before i fully melt into a puddle of flesh and bone. can a man be any more perfect?!!!??!?!?
for the ppl wondering i got him at my local boyfriend shop, he was with 25% discount cause he was too clingy for the people their liking but i adore him! though he does snore so uhm
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silkjade · 1 year
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two falling sparks, one willing fool
Featuring—alhaitham x reader (ft. zhongli) ⤀ warnings: gn!reader, love triangle, pining, slight angst ⤀ a/n: I'm not sure if it's confirmed canon but I like to think that zhongli's scholar friend from sumeru is alhaitham (wangshu inn bulletin board). also! ya ok this is unedited because I wrote this instead of my research paper lmao help
“Please,” you whine, voice hushed as you pretend to peruse the bookshelf in front of you, “just this once haitham, how often do I even ask for favors?” al-haitham rolls his eyes at the way you’re practically begging him to leave.
You had been pestering the scribe ever since zhongli had stepped out of the room to brew a pot of tea. it was a rare occurrence, but since baiju guesthouse had double-booked your rooms, the least zhongli could do now was extend an offer into his home. He didn’t mind of course, especially not when he so enjoyed the company of his friends from afar.
“And why exactly do I have to go? It's been a long day and I’d actually like to get some rest. you can go if you’re so restless.”
“I just want some time alone is all,” you mumble, all of a sudden shy.
“My point still stands. Why don’t you go for a walk then? Liyue harbor is plenty safe even at this hour so I’ll stay here with- ”
“No!” al-haitham narrows his eyes at your tone. He's not fond of the way you answered so quickly– too quickly in his opinion– nor the way your eyes were frantically wide, your face flustered. In a different context… it might have been cute, he thinks. But he knows better than to let himself melt from the effects of your eyes alone. To the common observer, it was subtle, almost imaginary, but he knew you much too well to miss your flirtatious cues. Plus, zhongli hadn’t exactly been trying to hide his attraction towards you either. Al-haitham feels his brow twitch at the mere thought of it all; he didn’t understand why watching the both of you interact all day irritated him to no end. Or rather, he wasn’t ready to admit it. 
Al-haitham scoffs, his voice raising slightly. “If you think I’m going to bend over backwards just so you can seduce-”
“Be quiet,” you hiss, attempting to clamp a hand over his mouth, “and it’s not seducing if he likes me back. Besides, weren’t you complaining about how the inn only had one room? Well, zhongli also only has one guestroom… don’t you… want it for yourself?” 
You look at him as if it were the most obvious solution in the world and al-haitham fights the urge to bang his head against the dark wood of the bookshelf behind him. Repeatedly. It doesn’t take a scholar, much less one of his caliber, to figure out what you were implying. A blanket of dread settles over him, leaving a heaviness that weighs down his heart– the final amalgamation of all he’s felt, hidden under the guise of irritation. 
Before al-haitham has the chance to recover with another retort, zhongli re-emerges from his kitchen, setting down a teapot and three cups. It would be much more difficult to leave abruptly, now that the host himself was also in the room, even more so if he were to start talking. And who was he to behave so rudely as to leave in the middle of conversation. Al-haitham glances in your direction, but the smirk tugging on his lips falls quickly as he watches you exchange a gentle smile with zhongli, whose golden eyes flicker down to your lips once he notices your hands lingering a little too long on his as you graciously accept a cup of tea. 
He feels his chest tighten. You’ve never looked at him like that, eyes soft and brimming with warmth; the most you’ve ever offered him was a mischievous glint, a playful smirk, or if he’s lucky, a brilliant smile and eyes that danced with mirth to match. Al-haitham forces himself to swallow the butterflies fluttering up from his stomach, just as he always does when you’re around. A renowned akademiya genius, the grand scribe of sumeru, and yet he still feels himself playing the fool because it’s his own damn fault that he couldn’t (or wouldn’t?) acknowledge his true feelings for you to himself.  
The funeral consultant reaches for another cup. 
“Actually,” al-haitham starts, “I was just about to go for a walk.” 
“A walk… perhaps tomorrow would be a better choice? Might I even offer a personal tour of liyue harbor? There is much to explore after a night’s rest.” These days, mortal behavior rarely caught the ex-archon by surprise, but the unusually irrational words of the notoriously rational scholar did.
Maybe celestia did shine its favor on him tonight, al haitham thinks. He should be thankful for the easy way out of your ridiculous request, but he makes the mistake of glancing once again in your direction, your hopeful eyes melting his resolve despite every bone in his body telling him to just accept zhongli’s offer. It’s the obvious choice, the rational choice. It’s exactly what he wanted, was it not? But archons, he was such a fool. You made him such a fool for you. 
“I appreciate the offer, but I insist. I need to clear my head.” 
“I see. well, if you would like some company I-”
“No need,” al haitham cuts in; he really should go now before his friend, or moreso his head, convinces him otherwise. “I’m sure you’d enjoy y/n’s company much more than mine.” From behind zhongli, you mouth a silent ‘thank you.’
The hour is long past midnight by the time he returns, and al-haitham finds himself standing in the doorway of an empty guestroom.
a/n 2: this was supposed to just be a scenario and was supposed to have a rag bros version as well but THIS section got way out of hand and became unfairly long
© silkjade — do not steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform
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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year
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⁙ spick and span, ft. gojo and geto
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or, how well they keep themselves and your home clean.
▸gn! reader; 0.65k wc; manga spoilers + fluff, fluff and fluff; gojo and geto in their twenties (mid to late, maybe) (couldn't find another image, sorry); established relationship (married in case of geto) ▸the classic 'wrote this instead of studying/sleeping' (it was one a.m. when i wrote this lmao). anyways, characters, image and divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️
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gojo satoru
at a personal level, the man is unbelievably spruce and tidy.
i mean, you've seen him, right?
designer clothes or clean ironed uniform, neatly trimmed hair with *those* bangs, clean shaved face - there's no way in hell he is not hygienic. i bet you, he also uses those costly af soaps, bath bombs & perfumes with citrus scents and woody undertones.
the literal king of self-care, if you will.
yet when the story comes to his surroundings...
umm, let's say you'll be a lot a little disappointed. and a little mad. maybe. definitely.
if the two of you live at an estate with servants at your beck and call, you'll have a lot less mess to yell about.
but if you both decide to stay in a place by yourselves - y'know, the way ordinary people do - well... friendly advice, keep a strip of aspirin handy. [you'll need it, trust me.]
from empty candy wrappers beneath the couch to dirty clothes in a heap outside the washroom to mission papers strewn across the dining table to bed unmade till the noon, this man just *does not* know how to clean up after himself.
initially, it isn't a problem. you're in love with him, he's in love with you - every extra chore you do for him doesn't appear a chore.
and gojo, being the oblivious busybody he is, continues leaving his messes behind for you to manage.
[not knowingly, of course. satoru loves you way too much to trouble you that way. but he does it all the same.]
years of being the spoilt brat of a loaded clan might do that, you reckon - so you excuse him, again and again and again - until it becomes too fucking much and you decide to talk to him.
cue hours of scolding countered by flirting, followed by a decision to sleep separately, followed by a terribly sad, terribly sleepy, terribly cute face begging for your forgiveness at three in the morning.
the next weekend and every weekend after that, satoru and you clean your house together. like the equal partners you are. [not that you've a lot to clean, though. your darling of a boyfriend turns awfully careful about keeping your home tidy after that night's drama. to your immense relief and glee. ;)]
geto suguru
another man who is perfect in personal hygiene.
being the leader of a cult, he has to meet many people throughout the day, so obviously he has got to keep himself presentable.
and yes, he is a worthy contender for the throne of self-care.
moisturizers, face washes, face packs, shampoos, conditioners, fragrant soaps, colognes - you name it, the man's got it in his self-care cabinet. [which is periodically updated to keep up with the trends, thanks to mimiko and nanako.]
now, with respect to his surroundings...
suguru is a pretty neat and organized person - a polar opposite to his ex-bff. [why do i always drag poor gojo into everything? smh.]
fruit peelings disposed into the right bin, worn clothes thrown in the laundry basket, papers arranged in stacks on the study table, bed made within minutes of rising.
no matter the stress he has to face from dealing with curses and monkeys, suguru never fails to tidy up after himself.
although there are times when he is too tired to do anything - in those instances, you always clean up after him with a soft smile.
your husband works hard day and night to provide for you and your daughters. the least, you think, you can do in return is lighten the weight on his shoulders, in whichever way you can.
though, i must warn you - be prepared to drown in a sea of his apologies and affections for the next day [or days - depends on how much work you've done for him].
one hell of an immaculate mass-murderer, and special-grade simp, if i must say.
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grapefacegrfa · 1 year
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I started writing this at 1:24 in the morning and I have finished at 3:12am. A wise choice? No. Do I care? Also no.
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"Happy Birthday" [I got lazy with the title, but I wrote a lot here. Gimme a break lol]
Scenario: It's your birthday, and the turtles are here to celebrate it with you! (I wrote this mainly because of my birthday coming up on the 23rd lmao)
Pairing: ROTTMNT Leo (Romantic), Mikey (Platonic), Donnie (Platonic), and Raph (Platonic) x GN! Introvert Reader
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff :]
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Yet another year of existence. You hadn't ever really seen your birthday as super important (not to say you completely disregarded it of course), so you weren't even sure what to do for the occasion. You certainly didn't expect to wake up to a phone call, and it definitely caught you off guard when you heard Mikey's loud voice shortly after you answered said call. "WHERE YOU AT, SON?!" After a few short moments of just trying to get your thoughts together, it hit you; you had plans to meet up with the turtles in the lair this morning. Well, it was more so that they had plans and kinda pulled you into them, but you didn't mind that in the slightest. You quickly got ready and rushed out the door.
After a little while, you arrived at the abandoned, usually dimly lit subway station. Yet instead of just 2 the normal dull lights, there was a small string hanging from the ceiling with a small paper note attached to it that read, "Pull me." You did as the note instructed and upon pulling it, you were met with a loud POP and small bits of confetti falling from the ceiling. Shortly after the loud noise, the turtle brothers walked into the room. At least all of them except for Leo. All three of them told you short happy birthday wishes before Mikey gently grasped onto one of your wrists. Allowing the box turtle to lead you out of the room, he pulled you into the garage where you both were met with two large canvases and many buckets of paint.
The two of you started out with just painting while listening to soft music playing from a boom box on the other side of the room, but it somehow turned into a battle with paint. Well, "somehow" meaning that you accidentally flicked a few small drops of paint onto Mikey's face, which escalated into flicking paint at each other. You both eventually called a truce on your light hearted fight and Mikey stopped you before you could attempt to help him with the mess. "Don't worry about it! I've got this covered. You go on and hang out with Raph in the living room." You glanced at the youngest turtle with a soft grin and gave him a quick side hug before thanking him and leaving the room.
Thankfully you had an apron on, but you still had paint over other parts of your body, including your face. You usually wouldn't care much, but you didn't wanna hang out with Raph looking like a rejected pointilism painting. After quickly washing off your hands and face in the bathroom, you made your way into the living room. Raph was sitting on the ground in front of the projector screen and turned his head towards you, a soft and toothy grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N. Ready to have your ass kicked in Smash Bros?" You chuckled a bit and sat down next to you, picking up one of the controllers. "You're on, Raph."
You ended up beating Raph in Smash Bros. And Mario Kart. And even a couple of rounds on Just Dance. Exhausted, you both settled on playing a game that was more chill and way less competitive: Minecraft. About another hour had passed and Raph saved the game, standing up to shut off and put away the console. "I don't wanna take up much more of your time since you've got two other people to visit with. Though I think Donnie's wanting to chat with ya first because Leo's got something real special for ya apparently." You gave Raph a short hug and walked off to the door of Donnie's lab.
Shortly after knocking on the door frame, Donnie spoke up and told you to come into the room. Walking into the lab, you saw them tinkering with a small gadget. They gestured for you to sit down in the swivel chair next to them, not taking their eyes off of what they were working on. You fidgeted with your hands as you watched them work, handing them the tool they needed when they asked you to hand it to them. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to hesitantly ask Donnie what they were making. Donnie didn't answer right away, but they turned to you before they did. "I've heard you've been having problems with sensory overload quite frequently," Donnie then picked up the small, cube-shaped gadget and handed it to you, "so I made you something that may assist you with said issues."
At first glance, it looked like a regular fidget cube. However, once you pressed one of the tiny switches, the color of the cube turned a royal blue with tiny rainbow dots that slowly blinked on and off, giving the appearance of stars. Or more like Christmas lights. Pressing the numerous buttons and knobs did various things, ranging from changing the color of the tiny "lights" to making quiet, yet satisfying noises. "It's rather simple compared to most things I usually make, but-" You cut them off. "That's not a problem at all, bud. The fact that you took time out of your schedule to make me something so wonderful is more than enough. Thank you." Donnie had smiled at that and reached a hand up to give you a fist bump before gesturing you out of the room. "I believe Leo's done with his "surprise" by now," they stated while doing the finger quote thing that people do. You nodded and walked out of the lab, walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room.
You were excited to see Leo the most. You obviously enjoyed spending time with the other turtles, but Leo had always made you feel happy in a eay you didn't think you ever could. Even before the two of you started dating, there was something about him that always made your heart flutter. Standing in front of the curtain, you knocked softly on the wooden doorframe. Instead of hearing him tell you to walk in, the curtain opened to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you with a wide grin on your face. One of his hands gently pulled yours upward. "It's lovely to see you, gorgeous," he muttered before placing a soft peck on the back of your hand. A soft giggle escaped from your lips and you cupped his cheek in your hand, your thumb caressing the red crescent on the side of his face. Leo's usual smirk softened into a dopey grin as he melted into your touch. "Saved the best for last, huh?" "Well, I figured you weren't done with whatever you were doing..." You leaned up to kiss the edge of his beak, "but yeah. I did." After a few short moments of enjoying your touch, Leo gently pulled your hand away. "Wait here for a bit. I gotta go grab something."
Leo dashed out of the room and you sat down on the edge of his bed, looking around the room as you patiently waited for the turtle in blue to return. Glancing over at one of the walls, you saw his katanas leaning against the corner and a piece of paper on the shelf where he kept his comics. Before you could stand up to go over and glance at the paper, your lover had already returned with his arms behind his back. You tilted your head a bit, but he instructed you to close your eyes. You did so and you felt him place something in one of your palms. Once Leo told you to open your eyes, you looked down at your hand to see a small key chain from [insert hyperfixation/special interest/favorite form of media here]. A wide grin graced your face and you looked up at your boyfriend. "How did you know?" "That's easy. You were talking to me a couple of weeks ago about something new you'd been getting into, so I remembered that for future reference." The one time you had told him about it was when you where going off on a ramble and/or just didn't thinking he was listening, yet he remembered a small detail you stated in a conversation between the two of you. You stood up to pull your lover into a soft embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Thank you. Mainly for always putting up with my tangents, but the fact that you remembered something so minor like that is so sweet." Leo pulled away and placed a hand under your chin to turn your face towards his. "I don't just "put up" with your tangents. I love hearing you ramble and I love your voice. I wish you'd quit apologizing for that because I promise you it's nothing you have to apologize or feel bad for." The red eared slider placed a soft kiss on your forehead before interlocking one of his hands with yours. "There's one more thing I've got for you before we go back out there."
Instead of leaving the room, Leo walked over towards his bed and grabbed a small box off of the bottom shelf above his bed. He opened the box, revealing a small metal ring with a tiny blue heart on it. "I swear this isn't what you probably would initially think it is. Especially since we're still pretty young and whatnot. I got that for you as more of a promise I guess? Like a promise that Im always here for ya. I know I'm not really a words guy or the best gift giver, but I also picked up on the fact that you'd been doing research on gemstones and stuff, so I had Donnie help me pick one out and they suggested sodalite because it helps with self-esteem or something and-" You cut him off by wrapping your arms around him yet again and smashing your lips against his. Leo melted into it, gently grasping onto your waist. The kiss was pretty short, but very sweet. "It's perfect, Leo." He looked down at you with a lovesick grin. "Well, you're prefect, Y/N." You both could've and most certainly would've stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening if it weren't for the fact that Mikey yelled at the two of you to meet everyone else in the kitchen right at that moment to have cake.
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This was stuff that I came up with pretty much right on the spot with little to no planning other than self indulgent stuff, which I'm sure is kinda obvious lmao
Anywhizzle, I may end up rewriting this at some time in the future if and when I ever feel like it. Who knows though hngnfksksbskd
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death wish facts/stats
entirely complied for my own amusement lol
first of all, this is how long i was actually working on death wish, saved in 5k increments:
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now i didn't track my stats for the whole time but here's an example of how much that translates to daily writing. this is some of july:
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here's the final count from my word doc. i do my final edit in the ao3 browser so i guess some got cut:
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here's the stats of my planning doc:
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whatever you're imagining my planning doc to look like, it's probably not that. it's kinda a huge mess, actually. i've shuffled things around constantly bc i boot the 'used' plot points into a giant pile and they get all messed up. it's a shame i didn't save more versions of this honestly bc it probably would've been fascinating. behold the inside of my brain:
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to go even further back, mid-may i was left alone at work for like two hours to do a course and ended up scribbling the FIRST ideas i had for death wish on a piece of paper. whited out are unused/irrelevant things:
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wild to me to realize which of those lines were literally from my absolute first thoughts of this fic LMAO
at one point i had to track how many days it had been in-story since the invasion bc i lost count. by the end of the fic i believe it had been 25 days, with 10 days at the beginning of leo being not-present. so 155k for 15 days hahahahahaha
i made a death wish playlist at one point and listened to it non-stop while writing. here it is:
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it's all so incredibly loud and rosyln were on repeat for the iconic chapter 29 and it makes me so emotional
however then for chapter 30 for some reason my brain only wanted the kim possible theme song on repeat. you know how it is.
when i first decided on most plot points and began writing i said to someone it would probably be like 100-150k. i was right, though i'm surprised to be on the top end for sure. i would not expect this again, it was definitely a perfect storm. i normally do like ~40-80k.
i knew exactly how the fic would end before i wrote a single word. as much as i love and there is a place for wish fulfillment (eg future!donnie gets to come back, sensei gets his own body) my thing was that i knew people reading it would relate to the story. and i want to have... hopeful realism? like, if you have experienced grief and you related to sensei, i don't want to say 'haha your loved ones are actually alive!!!' ... i want to say, bad things happen, you will find other reasons to live. and for anyone who related to sensei and leo's situation (eg DID) i felt like magically giving sensei a body wouldn't be fair, bc that won't happen. instead they can work together and get through. if that makes sense LMAO
i have three side fics planned atm. two of them will be probably 2-5k each, the third will be like... idk. 15k? i haven't started yet i promise i'm still taking a rest hahahaha
thanks for reading hah
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What's the deal with these BNFs like JoLa and such lmao? Sorry I wasn't chronically online during GOT so I had no idea this was a thing until recently LOL.
Oh man, nonny, you are really taking me back. BNFs or “Big Name Fans” are one of the worst aspects of ASOIAF/GOT fandom in my humble opinion. I think the fact that there has been such large gaps in between books, a lot of fans are really desperate for content and thus BNFs are created to fill that need for new ASOIAF content, their word only being surpassed by George. Most BNFs have one or two good takes/theories that got them big and then are uniformally idiots in everything else they say, but the fandom takes them as gospel because they’ve been around so long or were right about one really important thing. A lot of the biggest of the BNFs originated on the westeros.org forums and actually interacted occasionally with George back when he still did stuff like that, and now are considered authorities on the series. The most successful BNFs are probably Elio and Linda who now actually work with George and co-wrote AWOIAF with him (and they’ve had their own very stupid drama that I cannot be bothered to remember. @starkmaiden probably remembers it though. She’s my go to fandom drama lorist)
A lot of the worst but most widely accepted theories can be traced back to a BNF, and since the books have been so slow in coming, these theories ended up just becoming part of the fabric of the fandom. It also doesn’t help that most BNFs are absolute divas that hate it when they end up being wrong or having pushback. I remember rolling my eyes at BryndenBFish who had particularly influential (but often very dumb) theories who I believe left the fandom in a huff and deleted all his stuff. The worst BNF fans in my opinions are the ones who made super long videos or podcasts about the most inane details (I’m taking specifically about Lucifermeanslightbringer here since I ended up listing to like ten hours of the Bloodstone Compendium trying desperately to understand why he was so popular)
On tumblr during GoT, most of the BNFs here were part of the asoiafuniversity account, (including the lovely JoLa) which branded itself as neutral but was decidedly not lol, and had particular drama with people who asserted the Dark Dany theory, which ended up being true, lol. I think they even straight up banned contributions that supported “Mad Dany” at one point. Most BNFs tend to be pro-jonerys, pro-Tyrion, pro-Dany, intensely into Targaryen history (and weirdly a lot of them were really into Stannis before he bit it. The Stannis the Mannis faction was crazy but also kinda fun lol) I’ve always been pro-Bran, pro-Catelyn, and pro-Sansa, so I never really got too into the BNFs, but I did accept that Tyrion, Jon, and Dany were the three heads of the dragons before I read ADWD because everyone else seemed to think that was the case.
And that to me is the biggest problem with BNFs, that a lot of them still espose theories and takes that they came up with before AFFC/ADWD were published and they refuse to budge even though there’s clearly been a shift. (This was before the show ended, which changed a lot of the fandom landscape)
(I also think that a lot of them couldn’t analyze their way out of a paper bag, but that seems to just be me lol. The POV trap is very real for most of these people.)
I’ve also noticed that a lot of BNFs are also Wheel of Time fans, and sometimes use that series to theorize about the end of ASOIAF, which is uh, a strategy I guess. (I know George likes it and all but I think the series have very different vibes, and George has listed series he was drawing on and I don’t think WoT was on that list. Somebody somewhere compiled it, and I think LoTR and The Dragonbone Chair were on it.)
The greatest hits of the BNFs in my opinion are that Tyrion, Jon and Dany are the three heads of the dragon and are going to save the world, which was widely accepted as the ending to the series, by pretty much everyone who was anyone. Season 8 killed that stone dead though, big lol from me. Some people still believe it though for some reason. Some three heads of the dragon propenents also believed it in conjunction with the “Tyrion is secretly a Targaryen” theory which has like one piece of actual evidence, that Aerys had a thing for Joanna, and the weight of Tyrion is Tywin’s son thematic narrative against it.
My favorite offshoot of the three heads of the dragon theory is the curtain of light one, which is simply *chef’s kiss* Basically the curtain of light that Bran sees at the edge of the world is entirely literally and in no way a metaphor, and Bran will have nothing to do with it. Instead, Jon and Dany are going to fuck in the curtain of light to save the world while Tyrion awkwardly watches, and the baby they conceive will be the messiah. AMAZING stuff right there. And because this brilliant take was thought up by a BNF, it actually gained a fair amount of traction.
Other highlights include screeching about the “Main Five” in which they only grudgingly include Bran in order to exclude Sansa from having any relevance to the big endgame, that Catelyn is an absolute bitch responsible for all evils in the world, that Tywin is the biggest mastermind in Westeros, that f!Aegon is definitely fake with no room to debate, Val will be plot relevant to Jon somehow (as his future Queen for those who aren’t super into Jon and Dany endgame), Stannis will take WF, Jaime is going to be redeemed, and Azhor Ahai is some eleborate metaphor for the nature of the universe.
Say what you will, but BNFs really did fill some of the content void while we all wait for TWOW but a lot of them were absolutely batshit and their insane takes were taken extremely seriously by most of the fandom. Some of them even did rounds at conventions I believe. There are some BNFs still around and kicking but a lot of them left permanently after the show ended, which fair enough. The meltdowns during s8 were spectacular and many. Almost makes up for how shitty the show’s writing was lol.
My pet BNF was JoLa, and I even had some civil interactions with her about non Jonsa metas, related to her one good contribution to the fandom, the Dead Ladies Club. She had some of the wildest takes about Dany despite her constantly claiming she wasn’t that invested in non-Lannister theories and ships.
The BNFs were a fascinating phenomenon that you really had to experience in real time to get the full breadth of insanity. The most crazy takes being taken as basically canon really made me feel like I was losing it, or straight up reading different books.
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iratetourist · 2 years
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study buddy // eddie munson x reader
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featuring my fave eddie gif 🥰
summary: eddie munson wasn’t much of a good study buddy, but he had other ways to make it up to you… 👅 aka eddie’s tongue is a bit of a menace
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: idk girlies i wrote it on my phone, it’s not too long
author’s note: this man got me so obsessed that i wrote a fic for the first time in nearly a decade because of him… so this shit is ROUGH (sowwy) and the concept kind of got away from me, but regardless, i had fun just writing away for a few hours!! also, if any of the formatting is off, i apologize, like i said, i’m only just getting back into this lmao
warnings: a little sauciness, nothing explicit, only lightly implied
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“So, of course, I was thinking that if I introduced, like, a… a dragon-blooded drow priestess, the entire idea would come together so well. I think I want her dragon lineage to be a secret, though—”
You nodded absentmindedly at your boyfriend’s random D&D musings, humming at him in response, though a small, contented smile rested on your face as you listened and flipped through the textbook on your lap. Eddie, completely enraptured within ideas for his next campaign, continued to ramble from his spot lying next to you on the floor, his own textbook having long been tossed God-knows-where and his papers scribbled with D&D notes.
“Dustin would lose his goddamn mind at the reveal, I bet, but would still probably try to recruit her even if she killed off half the party—” Eddie shot up instantaneously at that, yet another idea that had to be written down dawning upon him.
Needless to say, this studying session wasn’t exactly proving to be successful.
Sighing, you set your book to the side and just watched him for a few moments. It was difficult to be annoyed at him when he was talking about far more interesting things than anything your textbooks had to offer and was this hyped up, because frankly, it was downright adorable. Not an adjective pretty much anyone would use to describe Eddie Munson, but entirely applicable right now, in your expert opinion as his girlfriend.
He had a contagious smile plastered on his face, his dimples deeply on display… a boyish sparkle of excitement to his eyes… his curly hair splayed wildly across his face, and his hand was writing away a mile a minute as he attempted to get out every idea he had before it disappeared. Every few seconds, he would look up at you and his face would light up just that much brighter, and you could feel your heart ache all the more, and it took everything in your power not practically pounce on him.
It was the way he was so comfortable with you, so happy to have you just be with him and listen to any and all passionate rants and ravings he had, that you wanted nothing more than to just grab him and go at it right then and there—
But no! You had come here, to his trailer, with the express intent to study while spending time with him. You hadn’t gotten to see each other that much over the past few weeks, what with studying for finals, so you figured, two birds, one stone - you both could get some studying done while getting a chance to chill and catch up with each other…
…Yeah, you’re not really sure how you convinced yourself this would work.
Inevitably, Eddie Munson didn’t give much of a shit about studying when he had barely seen his girlfriend for three weeks and you both were alone in his trailer. You couldn’t exactly blame him (you weren’t feeling particularly studious yourself that late afternoon, among other things), but the fact was you promised yourself you would at least finish reviewing up to Chapter 31 of your physics textbook before you let him… uh, actively distract you too much.
And yet, you were only barely done reading through to Chapter 16, and had already been there for three and a half hours. Oops?
Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you made a new promise to yourself: at least get to Chapter 20 today, that’s it. You could do that, easily - only four more chapters to go, and you knew the eighteenth was shorter than most. Perfectly attainable goal.
Then you heard a groan to your side, and opened your eyes to find Eddie stretching his arms high above his head, muscles taut and tattoos enticingly on display. Add the fact that his tongue - it was always that goddamn tongue of his - was sticking the slightest bit out past his lips, running along them, and you felt every bit of resolve you had just mustered flush out of your system in an instant, only to be replaced by an immediate surge of heat and longing. You exhaled forcibly, but couldn’t bring yourself to look away.
When he opened a single eye a second later at the sound, he gave you a long, knowing smirk and then changed his stretching position, throwing one arm across the opposite shoulder and pressing his hand to his elbow, making sure to go slow as he did so.
“See something ya like, sweetheart?”
Oh, good Christ, you didn’t know how long you could keep this up, not when he brought in the nicknames. Looking down, you saw a flash of his smooth skin, the briefest peek of toned abs, as his shirt riled up from the action, and your mind went blank yet again. Your eyes shot up to his, and you could feel your cheeks flush instantly at the cocky glimmer in his own - caught red-handed and by God was he revelling in it.
Stupid cute, annoying boyfriend… he knew exactly what he was doing and you both hated and loved him for it.
“I… I need…” You could barely swallow down your embarrassment at how breathy your voice came out. Coughing a bit, you shifted a little away from him, and then purposefully grabbed your textbook and made a show of sticking your nose in it. “I need to finish reading… um, this… yeah. At least… to Chapter 20.”
Wow, super convincing, Y/N, good job.
Eddie’s smirk only grew that much more smug at your strained tone. Oh, he liked a bit of challenge.
Crawling over to you, he leaned his head down on your lap, turning so he was looking directly up at you through the window your textbook made. “Hm…” He ran a hand up the back of your forearm, sparking goosebumps across your skin, and reached for your textbook. “I think what we both need is a bit of a break, don’tcha think?”
Despite the increasingly distracting mood, you couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. The warm sound reverberated through your body, and Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to keep his own composure - were it not for the fact that he was trying to wind you up as much as possible first, he would have hiked you over his shoulder at that and taken you to the bedroom. But… not yet, not yet.
“Tell me, Eddie Munson, how do think you’ve earned a break, considering I know for a fact you haven’t read past chapter three in that textbook of yours?” Passively, you began to play with the ends of his hair - you knew he loved that more than he was willing to admit.
Eddie put on a fake pout at that, pressing a hand to his heart. “Y/N, you wound me!” he began, running his tongue across his lower lip again. Despite your best efforts, you once again found your eyes trailing after it, and the shiver that ran through you at that was quite acutely felt by man laying beneath you, earning yet another self-satisfied smirk. Good God, you were gonna let him have it…
“I have spent the the better part of nearly four hours tirelessly working out potential ideas for our next D&D campaign, and you don’t believe that warrants a nice, long break? Well, I’ll be damned. I think I more than deserve it…” He pushed himself up at this, knocking the textbook you were very much so just staring blankly at out of the way, before nudging you to the ground, hovering atop you.
That goddamned smug grin of his grew that much more at how easily you let him do so, and the sight stoked further at the coiling sensation in your gut. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, a husky whisper leaving his mouth, “…and I think you require it.”
“Mm, you think so, do you?” Your hands came up to ghost your nails down his back, and he let out a throaty noise at the contact, causing a cheeky smile of your own to grace your features. “Well, I think what you require is just one good thing to really focus on…”
“Just say the word, sweetheart,” he breathed, turning from your ear to drag his lips across your jaw and down your neck, pressing hot kisses to the exposed flesh.
You felt a hand snake its way up your shirt, and smiled to yourself before reaching down and running a your thumb across his chin and up to his lips, pulling his face to yours. He peered up at you - eyes dark and half-lidded, tongue, as always, poking past his lips oh-so temptingly - and you knew he was utterly at your command.
“I suppose this,” you whispered, brushing your fingertips lightly across the blade of his tongue, “could be put to better use than just teasing me.”
And that was all it took before he was crushing his mouth against yours, pressing that distracting tongue of his to your quite receptive own.
The suddenness and force of the kiss caused a broken moan to leave you, and whatever cheeky resolve you had left began to succumb to the greater desire to just be close to him. Reaching up, you eagerly threaded your fingers into his long hair and gave it a quick, sharp tug, and a stuttered breath fell from Eddie’s lips.
“Fuck…” His eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, savouring the sensation, before a wicked grin broke out on his face and he shifted himself downwards, pressing kisses down your much-too-clothed body.
Settling just before the hem of your pants, he hooked his thumbs in your belt loops, and then proceeded to flash you a look from between your legs that had your heart skipping a beat and your toes curling in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, love, this tongue has more than one way to go about teasing you…”
…And just like that, it was safe to say that you didn’t bother getting anymore studying done that particular afternoon.
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For fanfic writers thing, question 13 and question 19 please. (Though I would be over the moon if the WIP is related to Lawmane 🙈)
Hope you are doing well and okie 💛🌻
13. How much planning do you do before writing?
I do my planning while writing lmao. The way I start writing, especially a long fic, is I'm like "I have an urge to write about this thing, maybe I'll just write a scene or two for myself and see if I like it" and then sometimes The Spirit Takes Me and I find I'm actually writing a big story that I'm gonna post. And then I'm like "Shit gotta plan this" and I plan out a fairly short little fic and then it just keeps growing?? And then I have to keep planning it, but once I start writing a part, sometimes something totally different than I expected will happen and I'll just have to go with it.
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
I'm obsessed with my non-Death Note WIP right now (Fuel to Fire), but I already posted a snippet from that when blondiest asked this question, so since you requested it, here's a teaser from a future chapter of Oleander (which I swear will be finished eventually).
For an entire hour afterward, L merely stared at the screen in frozen silence, eyes darting back and forth, trying to catch even the slightest of movements. But there was nothing at all. The room was still and undisturbed, seemingly empty. Finally, when he broke the spell, L yanked a sheet of paper from his drawer and placed it flat on his computer desk. With a shaking, pale hand, he wrote three words: “Who is Rem?” And then, a moment later, “Where is the second notebook?”
Oh and thanks for asking, I'm doing alright, just very busy. I'm in the midst of trying to graduate and find a job, so the next month is gonna be crazy, and I'm also obsessed with Fuel to Fire and can't stop working on it lmao.
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xenon-demon · 9 months
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WIP Wednesday ✒️
Tagged by @stobinesque - thank you so very much!!
RULES:
In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
WIPs:
steddie domestic hairwashing
steve overstimulation projection manifesto
cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham)
when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au)
med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit
Gonna be real with y’all, the only WIP I’ve wrote anything for in the last week is #2 because it’s been A Week. (Also don’t let the WIP name fool you I mean overstimulation in the autistic kind of way, not the kink way lmao)
No pressure whatsoever buuuut I’m gonna tag @onirislanding and @sailors-ink!
Snippet from “steve overstimulation projection manifesto” (under a cut for length):
This time, however, his alarm clock says it’s only 1:27 AM. What’s more, it was even on his nightstand this time. Sure, Eddie had to move a bunch of papers from his campaign planning and a magazine or two he’d haphazardly dumped there to be able to read it, but it was actually on the nightstand. Where it belongs. Eddie’s really winning in the game of life tonight.
His winning streak only continues as he hears the shuffle of footsteps and the squeak of the trailer door closing behind Steve. Because at this time, Eddie knows it has to be his boyfriend; Family Video closes at midnight on Saturday nights. Factor in the time it takes Steve to close up shop and then drive over to the trailer, and there you have- wait.
It definitely doesn’t take an hour and half for Steve to get home after work – even if Saturday is one of their busiest nights.
Eddie is suddenly struck by the realization that it’s one of those nights.
“Stevie? Sweetheart?” Eddie calls out. He starts standing up, gingerly stepping over the notebook and loose pages scattered around his feet so he doesn’t crush them. He’s got probably three half-songs’ worth of chords and tentative lyrics in there somewhere, he doesn’t want to lose them. By the time he’s done that, put his guitar down, and quickly scooped all his papers into a rough pile he can sort through later, Steve’s entered his bedroom.
He doesn’t even spare Eddie a glance before immediately planting face-first onto his mattress.
“Oh, baby,” Eddie coos, coming over to sit next to Steve on the bed. Steve makes a noise in acknowledgement, although it’s heavily muffled by the mattress. “Stevie, can I touch you?” Eddie gets another muffled noise in response to that, but this one sounds distinctly like an uh-huh. Taking the confirmation for what it is – this is not Eddie’s first rodeo with nights like these, after all – he reaches out and rubs a firm hand up and down Steve’s back.
Steve sighs contentedly at the contact, some of the tension slowly leeching out of his muscles. They sit like that for a few moments, Eddie half massaging him and half just letting him know he’s there, before Steve says something else. He says it directly into the mattress, just like before, so Eddie doesn’t understand a single word of it.
“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”
Steve lets out an enormous sigh, and then turns his head to the side to face Eddie. “Wan’ you to lay on me,” he says, and it still comes out a bit slurred. Whether it’s from the way Steve’s cheek is still smushed into the mattress, or talking is just a bridge too far for his baby right now, Eddie doesn’t know and frankly, does not care.
“Sure thing. You want your work uniform off first?”
“Just the vest.” Steve’s eyes are shut, and there’s a faint frown between his brows. It’s adorable, and Eddie knows he’s going to do something stupid like bite Steve if he keeps looking at his gorgeous face, so he quickly busies himself with removing Steve’s work vest. It only takes the gentlest of encouragement for Steve to move his arms as needed, Eddie trying his best to take off the vest without making Steve feel unnecessarily constricted. As he does so, he hears Steve taking some deep breaths in and out, and he smiles.
That’s one of the things they both find helpful, when they get overwhelmed like this; taking a moment to just breathe, as deep as you can. Slowly, in and out, and feel the stretch of your chest expanding each time you breathe in. It’s grounding – and plus, it’s harder to freak out about something when you’re physically forcing yourself not to hyperventilate. Eddie knows he and Steve have very different levels of success on that front, though.
Now that Steve’s vest is gone, however – and Eddie’s just flung it somewhere across the room, deciding it’s Future Eddie and Steve’s problem – it’s time for what his darling boyfriend actually asked for.
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evilwickedme · 2 years
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Favorite movies of the 2010s?
so when you sent this to me almost three hours ago I was rewatching stranger things. for the next two hours I was rewatching stranger things and simultaneously scrolling through letterboxd trying to answer this question. then I spent almost an hour typing this up. thought went into this question, is what I'm trying to tell you.
I've always said that favorite doesn't mean best, and I stand by that. many of the best movies of the 2010s (that I happened to watch lmao) are not on this list. that said, that doesn't mean that favorite can't be a genuinely fantastic film. there are oscar winners on here, and for good reason. that said, at the end of the day, favorite is about emotional impact. that means the movies I have settled for this list on are important to me as a person, and they make me quote-unquote "feel things", whether that's joy or sadness or anything else. for me, specifically, especially when it comes to films, favorite means rewatching. that does, sadly, technically disqualify many fantastic movies I've been meaning to get around to rewatching but haven't. if I didn't see it at least twice, it isn't on here.
anyway all this to say: this list is a reflection of me, and what I value, and what I enjoy watching. the reason your fav isn't on here is bc I'm not you. and that's a good thing. also, I probably forgot one of my favorites when making this list, so we're in this boat together anyway.
To All The Boys I've Loved Before (2018, dir. Susan Johnson): This was the first film I thought of when I saw this ask. I've seen this film at least twenty times - and this is no exaggeration, I got to 18 before I lost count, and that was in the year of release. The weekend this dropped I watched it three times. I called it my favorite movie for three years (I do not currently have a steady favorite movie). It is an immaculate teen romcom, the perfect comfort watch, and genuinely better than the book, which I like, but not the way I love this movie. I'm still not sick of it, despite the many, many times I've seen it (I've only seen the sequels once each, though, so... make of that what you will). So yeah. First thing that jumped to my mind when I saw this ask.
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018, dir. Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey, and Rodney Rothman): if TATBILB popped into my mind immediately, Spider-Verse was only a split second behind. Every moment of this film is perfection. The animation, the acting, the script, the soundtrack - I have no complaints about this movie. Cinema peaked in 2018 when Miles Morales jumped off that building while What's Up Danger played in the background. Also, I wrote a paper on this that got me my second highest grade of my degree (97!) so it gets some bonus points for that. Genuinely though. I tell people to watch this movie whether or not they like superheroes as a genre. There's something in it for everyone. I've seen this one around ten times, which isn't as much as TATBILB, but is still pretty impressive. Especially since this movie is not relaxing for me. I'm on the edge of my seat the entire time. (Also, I wrote fic for it!)
Knives Out (2019, dir. Rian Johnson): It's amazing how this man can be responsible for one of the most middling movies I watched in the entire past decade and then turn around and make this fucking masterpiece. I have never been one for murder mysteries. They're just not really my thing. I like procedurals, but I don't generally get invested in the victims and the suspects and so authors like Agatha Christie have never really interested me. This film is, therefore, perfect for me. The twist and untwist both work really well both in general but also specifically for me as someone who isn't a fan of the genre. Every time I rewatch I get just as invested in Marta and her circumstances as I was the first time around, just as enraptured. The film is also gorgeous to look at, and I'm not just talking about Chris Evans in a sweater. Chef's kiss of a film, if they fuck up the sequel we're rioting.
Easy A (2010, dir. Will Gluck): I don't know what to tell y'all, if you don't love every moment of this film you and I watch films very differently. Emma Stone is electric in the main role, the entire cast has immense chemistry, and the literary jokes are on point. It gets an A+ from me. (Ha!)
Lemonade Mouth (2011, dir. Patricia Riggen): The best Disney Channel movie. She's So Gone fucks (and so does Naomi Scott, fyi). It gave us Hayley Kiyoko. It features some weirdly good white rap. To be quite honest if I could I would put HSM2 here, just because I rewatched HSM2 wayyy more times, but this is objectively the better movie, so I guess it's good that the High School Musical trilogy doesn't qualify as a whole.
Thor: Ragnarok (2017, dir. Taika Waititi): This is the best film in the MCU. (So far, obviously; as of the time of me writing this, I'm seeing Thor: Love and Thunder in three days.) And while I can watch this movie way more often than any other Marvel title not related to Captain America or Spider-Man, the truth is this film is here so I can sneak in Jojo Rabbi and Hunt For The Wilderpeople, which I've only seen once each but are some of Waititi's best work, and especially in the case of HFTW are really underappreciated on this website. Waititi's directorial style is more iconic in its humor than its visual language, but he is a phenomenal visual storyteller. His narratives are complex and interwoven and bend to fit the genre they're in even as he makes them uniquely his. Ragnarok made me curious to watch his other films; HFTW is what made me a fan.
I'll put a couple of honorable mentions here - these are films that qualify vis a vis being movies I love and that I've rewatched, but they wouldn't win in a 1:1 against any of the above films at all. In no particular order: Wonder Woman (2017), Mr. Right, The Edge of Seventeen, Crazy Rich Asians, Lady Bird and Little Women (2019), The First Time, The DUFF, Tangled, Hidden Figures. and genuinely so many more.
thank you so much for asking!!!!! and for reading this if you've gotten this far lmao
(this is my letterboxd, fyi, but I've only just started using it a few months ago, so I don't rly know what I'm doing yet.)
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Lmao I'm glad for the additional lore~ I feel like I've always been real good at saying the right things and asking the right questions to get more info 😘 The characters for DLMLU don't seem as high profile as LR's so I have hope for Y/n's parents eventually getting better. And Chan IS a hot mess! I'll be patient and wait to find out his whole deal in-story, but I won't stop noticing things~
Yeah, looking back on the amount of stuff you've been posting is forreal staggering! I know you said it'd be fine, but that does sound like a lot of things you'll be busy with in life. So definitely take your time posting things or taking more breaks as needed (in addition to your planned break)! We're just two people who work too hard telling each other to rest more 😔 lol
I hope you're having a good sleep right now (as I'm sending this) and that you'll rest more after working today and have a nice weekend 💕
-👻✌️
Y/n’s parents are everyday ppl so they are just vibing and trying to take care of their daughter snd orphaned niece.
Since you like noticing things, did you notice when Bai mentioned Y/n had posted those faceless photos of her and Felix to Chan he said that she blocked him—not that he didn’t follow her👀 I’ve been dying to talk about it and nobody’s said anything about 😭
I have whatever tf Alexander Hamilton had going on when he wrote 51 essays for The Federalist Papers in six months but on x games mode apparently. But I have to actively keep myself bc I might lose my mind if I’m not doing something.
I slept three hours and was almost late to work but I just took a nap so I should be fine until bedtime! But I’ll take more breaks in the future. I promise 🫡
I hope you have a great weekend as well!
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(gom update is included here sorry it got long).
I've really been struggling with Ch 21's structure so i took some time to ignore it completely HAHA (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) so i started working on it again about an hour or so ago, and i am feeling so much better about it it's unreal. LMAO it really helps to step back sometimes.
While i'm reading it back and not worrying about what i'm doing i can just go "oh i'd like to expand on that. let's add this." or "i want to add a voice here. I want to add an effect to the text here."
I tell you, having a day where you don't touch your work and come back to it later will help you a TON if you're not the type to hate your work no matter what after leaving it alone for 5 minutes. haha
i had written about 3.8k words or something like that before and i just checked the word count now and its about 4.3k- which when you're just supposed to be just reviewing and altering your work is a lot to add! and i'm not done cuz i'm still a bit before the half-way point of the chapter. So i'm feeling better about it even though i may still come back to it tomorrow after this to make sure i like it. empathy sessions are still iffy for me even though i like it better now
i want them to feel like they're mine when they're really so close to the novel it is like uHGGHH. i don't like copying the novel so closely which i found out pretty early into this arc haha
which is why i'm gonna love the end of empathy. tons of unique stuff there that isn't hinted at at all (nothing is talked about for the three months before his death but i am gonna write ALL UP IN THAT SHIT) i am so excited for it which is why it's so hard to do all this other stuff before it ಥ_ಥ
anyway yeah proper gom update will be at the bottom (after the TLDR) (o゜▽゜)o☆
TDLR;
-if you get tired of looking at your work and don't like it, come back to it in a day or two and reread it to make corrections. you will probably like it better!
-i'm making good progress with my corrections and i am excited for the end of empathy arc which is coming soon!
GOM Update: 4332 words for GOM ch 21 "Mistake" rn, it goes up or down depending on my alterations but it was previously about 3.8k words (so i've wrote about 500 more words for it today more or less) and i started working on the chapter art as of last night, which i actually really like but i'm going to try some different stuff cuz i didn't like how it looked when i was lining it.
i'll give you guys a little sneaky peeky ;) (yes, i drew this one on paper cuz i was feeling it a bit better than digital)
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Those Eyes: Rise! Leo x OC
Chapter 2
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Just to mention that Lala and Leo are 14 in this part of the fanfic, hence the turtles trying to stop The Foot from getting the pieces to the Shredder armor. Throughout this (if I can stay committed to this for as long as I plan to lmao), they will age from 14-18 and I will be sure to mark the time skips.
Also, Lala’s apartment is supplied by The Foot. She ain’t got the $$ for that at 14 lmfao
ALSO, I don’t think I’ll be writing in specifically Leo’s POV. I love the way the RotTMNT writers wrote him and I don’t wanna attempt to write his inner thoughts and feelings in his perspective when his character and how he processes his emotions is still up in the air on account of the show being canceled before he reached his true character arch (along with the psychology videos I’ve been watching on him. They’re all great but still just assumptions and none of them are done by the writers. If the writers/creators have made any social media posts about his psychology, please feel free to point me towards them). So I’ll be writing in the third person for him throughout the fic, especially if I get to the point where he’s older than the movie version of himself. My fear is miswriting him and not making him true to his character in the show. I hate reading fanfics that make me go “they would never say/do that” and I’m sure most of you guys do too. I’m sure I’m looking too far into this but I want all my writings of pre-existing characters to be as accurate as possible. Thank you for reading and enjoy the fic! Also pay attention to the warnings this chapter!
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Warnings: Mild Language, manipulation, trauma maybe?
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In my apartment, I unwrap an unpopped bag of popcorn and throw it into the microwave and set it for two (2) minutes and twenty (20) seconds. I trudge over to the couch and grab the remote, turning on the TV and flicking on a random movie on Netflix. It didn’t matter what is was. The Foot Lieutenant and Brute will be over soon and I’ll be in so much trouble.
That mutant. They had told me a while ago about him and three other ones who looked like him. Something about “high-jacking their plans” and them being “incessant adolescence”. Whatever that means. Overall, they made them seem like our enemies.
But if they’re so awful, why would one of them save me?
For hours, I’d been thinking about the one with those bright red stripes down his face and the blue bandanna. When he had saved me, he looked at me strangely, and I’m pretty sure I looked at him the same way. It felt like I had stared at him for minutes after I said “thank you”.
He had this look in his eyes I can’t get out of my head. At first, there was a cocky grin when the Paper Ninjas first turned to shreds, but then I moved my hair to get a better look at him and we made eye contact. They contained this… surprised expression almost. I couldn’t really read him well. I first tried to brush it off and act like he was a hero doing hero shit. I finally gave in after the looks began to consume all my thoughts.
These thoughts are obsessive. I kept thinking about what else I could’ve said. Maybe “who are you?” Or “what are you?” Or “I’ve heard of you.”—anything to keep him talking to me so I could know what all this bullshit about “those blasted turtles” was about—but all those outcomes led to him leaping onto the rooftop and running away from me in my own mind.
What’s wrong with me? Why is he in my head? I’ve never thought about someone like this.
Suddenly, there’s an aggressive knock on my door followed by the microwave going off. Looks like they’ve picked up on my routine.
I sigh as I stand up and walk over to the door. I slowly turn the knob and barely open it before the Foot Lieutenant pushes the door open, forcing his way in. The Foot Brute follows closely behind.
“Yeah, screw my privacy, I guess.” I say sarcastically as the Lieutenant brushes past me further into my apartment as the Brute slams the door behind him.
“The privacy that we gave to you because you refused to live in the base.” The Lieutenant says harshly.
I roll my eyes. “Because it’s filthy there. You say I’m one of your best assets but you want me to live in a cockroach infested single room. That’s prison.”
He quickly approaches me until his face is inches away from mine. “No. The best asset. So much so that I offered you an official ceremony that you so rudely refused. I should be more angry about this, but you’ve done something else nearly unforgivable.”
I shrink away slightly, bowing my head and crossing my arms. I hate it when he gets like this. I don’t take either one of these men seriously, but I’ve never liked people being this close to me. Especially when I’m in trouble like this.
“I’ve done nothing.”
“‘Nothing’, you say?” He chuckles darkly, the Brute taking my popcorn out of the microwave and stuffing his face. Goddamnit, that was my last pack.
Unable to continue speaking due to my heart nearly beating out of my chest, I stand still, avoiding his angry glare. He finally backs away, but I can still feel his gaze burning into my forehead.
“The recruits searching for you said you made contact with one of the turtles and didn’t plan on reporting back to anyone, nor try to stop him, nor try to get any useful information out of him. Why?” I jump as he slams his hand on the kitchen counter. “The turtles are our enemies! They are prolonging and distracting us from our main goal: to bring back Master Shredder. I’ve told you about them, so why didn’t you do at least one the most simple things I’ve asked you to do when you see them or make contact with them?”
I only shrug. I wish I did, I think, but not for any of your purposes.
“You don’t know…” he chuckles at the Brute and points his thumb in my direction. The Lieutenant looks back into my direction with a smirk on his face, the flame upon his head writhing in frustration. “Tell me, Lala, are you siding with the enemy? After all we’ve done for you? After we took you in all those years ago and taught you everything you know to this day? Are you planning to betray us?”
After a few seconds, I shake my head and mumble, “I don’t even know him. Or any of them. And I’ve never denied the things you’ve done for me.”
The Lieutenant approaches me again and places his hand on my shoulder. “Listen, child, we are so close to our goal. You may feel like you can’t do the things you want to do in this very moment, but when we bring back The Foot’s true leader, you will be able to do whatever you please.” He lifts my chin with his pointer and index finger to force me to look up at him. “We will rule all. We will be all powerful. People around the world will cower at the mention of our names. But to achieve this, we must get rid of everything and everyone who interferes. Including the turtles.”
I had thought about that possibility recently as the Foot Lieutenant talked more and more about it. Yes, it would be nice to be able to do whatever I wanted. Maybe even have people do things for me. But I couldn’t bare the thought of people—everybody—being afraid of me.
The farthest back I clearly remember was when I was ten-ish (10-ish). I remember being in elementary school in class. There was a girl in there I had been friends with for a few weeks and I wanted to invite her over to my house, which was the living facility in the Foot Clan base. She made me realize how filthy it was: the roaches, the occasional mouse, the exposed leaky pipes.
The following day, I saw the entire fifth (5th) grade class surrounding her desk as she talked about the conditions of my home. When she saw me, she audibly gasped, which caused the whole class to turn to me and quickly disperse. I feel like most people would be more concerned about the fact that their business was being spread around, but I was upset at her and the class’s reaction to me walking in.
Did they expect me to not come to school? To be so ashamed that I hide away and never show my face again? How was I supposed to know those conditions weren’t adequate when that was the only place I had lived since before I could remember?
Anyway, ever since then, people acted like I was one of those mice that would crawl around my room and make nests in my walls. They avoided me up until middle school, but that was only because most of my class had gone to other middle schools because the school zoning had changed.
The girl who had snitched to my class went to my middle and now in my high school. We don’t talk or even really look at each other. She’s knows what she did to me and she feels guilty, I used to think. But now I think she’s still afraid of me.
I never had the urge to befriend anybody else since then. I don’t talk to anybody in any of my classes. I just pop my AirPods in and silently read when I have free time. I just don’t think I could go through something like that again. I also demanded for my own space and have had my own apartment since.
I’ve never told anybody this, especially on account that I had snuck her in in the first place. The avoidance I experienced was purely my fault.
“Tell me that this will never happen again.” The Lieutenant demands from me. “And I will forget this ever happened.”
I shrug his hand away and stare at my bare feet. “It’ll never happen again…” I say barely above a whisper.
Without another word, he and the Brute walk out of my apartment.
I rush to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. That memory always makes me feel queasy.
After I feel like it’s over, I stand to my feet and try to pull myself together while staring into the mirror. I take several deep breaths before my attention is directed onto the metal ring around my neck. It’s been there forever. I’ve tried to pry it off, but nothing has worked so far and nobody will tell me what it’s there for in the first place. It makes me feel queasy too, but I resist the urge to throw up again. I need fresh air.
With that final thought, I open the bathroom window and hop onto the fire escape. This night, I hope to forget everything and live freely for the night.
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Leo’s mind has been occupied more than usual. He stopped thinking about the look that girl had and started wondering more about her.
Why was The Foot after her and why wasn’t she freaked out when she saw him?
Why had his brothers not seen or heard her?
Was she a ghost?
Leo flops down on his bed and sighs in exasperation at his own thought. Of course she isn’t a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real.
Despite this, the girl has haunted his thoughts for hours. Anything he would think about: missions, Raph’s lackluster plans, pizza, skateboarding, the cunning museum puns he had come up with, she took them over instantly.
It frustrates him. Not necessarily because he was upset with the girl, but for not quipping or just saying a quick “no problem” instead of running away like he did. But what was he supposed to do? He was out of the shadows dumbstruck by some random girl. Anyone could’ve seen him and he simply didn’t acknowledge that in the moment. It wasn’t his fault… was it?
He hastily sits up and stares at a Jupiter Jim poster on his wall. Of course it wasn’t, he thinks, but he quickly forgets what he’s even blaming himself for and throws himself back on his bed.
Strangely though, he still needs answers. Or… something! Something tangible. Something to stop this random feeling of guilt he can’t quite find the source of.
He decides to venture out into the city he grew up in. Maybe he would find the answer there.
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Hope you guys liked this chapter! I know it’s mostly centered around Lala, but I promise the next chapter is in the works and will be more Leo-centered.
Like I said, the next chapter is almost done, but I may post it in a couple days or so for revision as Leo has a lot more dialogue.
Stay safe!
-ℍ𝕒𝕟𝟟𝕒
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ive been scrolling through the r/antiwork subreddit and it made me look back at all my shitty job experiences and im bored (and slowly editing) so im just gonna list them out here for fun
1) 15 years old. Worked 30 hours of 'free labor' at a Boston Pizza because my high school required us to do 30 hours free work anywhere. They made me prep food in the kitchen, clear tables, etc... since I wasnt a legitimate employee there, I didnt get any breaks and was just kinda used to do all the dirty work. For my performance review, my manager was 30 mins late and then wrote that I wasnt good at the job because I was too quiet. 2) worked at an animal hospital when I was 16. I don't know how I got this job, the place was owned by a family who would constantly leave in the middle of the day and leave me there. would expect me to do things like grab certain medications despite not training me on anything. the vet would yell at me a lot. quit shortly after a dog came in with birth issues (one of the puppies was stuck/couldnt breathe or something). the vet wasnt present and I had to call him to come in. took him like 20 minutes to arrive and I was stressed the entire time. 3) worked at an AYCE sushi place near my house. the kitchen was super cramped and they made me walk around for an hour just filling peoples cups with water. the place closed down before i could really start to hate it. 4) worked at a jewelry kiosk in a busy mall. I had to memorize all the different cuts of jewels or whatever and we were forced to give a compliment to anyone who stopped by the kiosk. It was a very salesy job despite us not making commissions on sales. I was let go for.. being too quiet lol 5) found a job in the same mall at a place called Urban Behaviour. Their employee schedules were all on paper and could not be modified. my very first shift I was supposed to be off at 9pm. They kept us there cleaning up until midnight and I was told by other employees that we were not being paid for this extra time. I called in the next day and said I quit. should have done it at 9:01pm the previous night tbh.
6) first year of college I worked as a waitress at a fish n chips restaurant owned by one (1) misogynist who only hired asian girls and would overwork us while paying us legally below the min wage (would also take a cut of all of our tips). I was so burnt out after 3 months of working there that I had a mental breakdown seeing the schedule and seeing myself scheduled alone for 7 days in a row. I was so suicidal that my mom sent me to live with my aunt in south korea (weird solution but it worked). My last day at work I left a letter on my boss' desk saying i wasnt coming in the next day and that i'd be out of the country. I never got my last paycheck but I was ok with it. 7) worked as a private english tutor in sk for a year while also going to school there. it was ok but my boss made me travel to each students house so I'd just spend some days taking the bus from one apartment to the next. other than that the job was easy and the families would always give me fruits and bread. Looking back, I feel like doing this was maybe dangerous.
8) came back to continue college back home. worked at mcdonalds for two years. constantly had hot oil splash on my arm from working the fries. some bitchy co-worker called me 'fries girl' when I was new because she didnt care about learning my name. I'd do overnight shifts and come home at 6am, had to work christmas eve and new years. still not the worst job ive ever had. 9) did stock at abercombie and fitch. overall no complaints since I never had to deal directly with customers. It was a lot of organizing and counting and I got written up once for leaving without getting my bag checked. liek i would have ever wanted to steal their ugly piece of shit clothing lmao
10) worked as an instructor for three years during my last years of college teaching reading and math to kids. I liked the work itself, but management overworked me (made me do receptionist duties, and a bunch of other admin stuff without a proper pay raise). In the end I left for what I *thought* was a better job 11) currently working doing customer/tech support for a telecommunications company. so burnt out as is normal for working for a startup. just overall not happy and if I quit in the near future I just wanna go on a long rant about everything.
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Time Makes a Difference
First Eddie fic I’ve posted. I haven’t written anything in a long ass time so bare with me here. It’s a bit shit if I’m honest but I had an idea and ran with it. I also suck at using Tumblr so this is going to fun to figure out lmao It will have multiple parts btw. It’s not done yet.
I also wrote this in one go and haven’t edited but I think it’ll be fine. 
Summary: Jo is visiting from college after being gone for almost 2 years. She wants to confront her ex, Eddie, but she brought her current boyfriend with her.
"Hey babe," my boyfriend, Erik, yelled from the front door of our apartment while holding our bags, "It's time to go or we'll miss our flight."
Its been almost 2 years since I visited Hawkins. I missed everyone so dearly and I tried to visit sooner but school and my new job took up so much of my time. I was three states away from everyone I loved. I was so nervous to see everyone. Robin, Dustin, Steve, hell even Nancy who I never got along with much. I think that was mostly due the fact she thought me and Steve were together. That was the farthest thing from the truth. The person I was most nervous to see though was Eddie. He was the person I thought was my soulmate, until he broke my heart.
The flight was excruciatingly long and it didn't help that Erik fell asleep and left me to my obsessive thoughts. It was only 2 and half hours but it felt like 10. I couldn't stop thinking about seeing everyone still. I was terrified of running into Eddie somewhere around town while I was with Erik. I wasn't sure how I would act and I never once told Erik about him. I couldn't bring myself to talk about him to anyone. Even to my best friend, Dove, that I met at college. She was supposed to come with me instead of Erik but her parents weren't having that.
"Seatbelts on, we are about to land" announced the flight attendant. It woke Erik up and we both got our things together to get off. Once we landed and got our luggage, we went to where my parents were supposed to pick us up, but instead I was greeted by old friends.
"Robin!? Steve!?" I immediately dropped my bags and rushed towards them, taking them both in a big hug, "I wasn't supposed to see you guys until tomorrow! Did my parents make you come get me?" I pulled back and it was nothing but smiles and joy between the three of us. Just then, Erik came next to me and cleared his throat, "Oh guys uh this is Erik, my boyfriend."
"Hey man, it's nice to meet you," Steve held out his hand for Erik to shake, but he just stared at him. Erik wasn't the most friendly person, especially when it came to other guys in my life. Steve dropped his hand and grabbed my bags from him instead, "Well lets get these in the car and get you home." Erik and I sat in the back of Steve's BMW while Robin and Steve caught me up on life in Hawkins. Nancy became one of the editors of the paper, the boys were surviving high school, Lucas and Max were back together for the millionth time, Will and El ended up moving back and that meant Nancy and Johnathan were stronger than ever.
They never mentioned Eddie, but I already knew what he was doing. He was a mechanic at Johns shop on main during the day, and a bartender at the Hideout on the weekends- except the nights for when him and the band played, of course, which was now 2 nights a week instead of just one. I had called Dustin, my favorite of the kids, two months ago and he gave me the scoop about him. Dustin was the only one I could talk to about Eddie without judgement or pity. He was the only one who knew the truth about how we ended and how awful it was.
"Here we are," Steve pulled up in front of my parents house and turned around to look at me. He gave a look I knew all to well that said 'give the details of this douchebag later', referring to Erik of course. I nodded to him and we said our goodbyes before grabbing our luggage and walking into the house. We greeted my parents but quickly went to my old room to unpack. I was never close with my parents so hello's were fairly quick, especially since my mom made me call weekly.
"What's up with that Steve guy?" Erik's voice was basically dripping with venom at the name, "He seemed interested in you and way to friendly to just be friends. I don't like him."
"Erik c'mon I've told you about Steve and how we have ONLY  been friends and never anything more," I sighed, not excited to have another conversation like this about a male friend, "I see him the same way I see Robin, as family. There's nothing there, I promise you." He grumbled something under his breathe before declaring he was going to sleep. I was glad he fell asleep fast. I wanted to go see Eddie.
I walked into The Hideout with Steve by my side. I had called him after my parents refused to let me take their car and he agreed to tag along for moral support. Steve knew the gist of what happened, Eddie wasn't happy I was leaving to college but refused to come with me when I begged him so he dumped me and left me on the side of the street. Steve only knew the last part because he was the one to come pick me up once I found a pay phone up the road. I haven't seen Eddie since that night either. The look on his face, the anger and disgust, when he left me was still engraved into my mind.
"Fuck it's crowded in here," Steve yelled over the music, pushing his way to the bar with me in tow. It really was crowded in here. People were shoved in almost every corner. It was a Friday so maybe that's why almost the whole town was there.
I looked around, hoping I'd be able to spot Eddie before he see's me. I wasn't sure if he'd hide if he saw me and that wasn't going to happen on my watch. He was going to listen to what I had to say today and that was that. Just as Steve and I got to the bar, a band jumped on stage and announced themselves. Corroded Coffin. Dustin said they played on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It wasn't either of those days and there they were. Maybe they started getting a crowd and the bar decided to let them play more.
I couldn't help but feel my heart swell with pride watching all the people in the bar clap for him to be on stage. He went from a handful of drunks cheering them on, to a full bar crowded around the stage. His dream was slowly coming true and I couldn't be prouder of him.
"Here's your drink," Steve handed me a beer as he took a swig of his own. I thanked him before we both turned our attention to the boy jumping around on stage. His hair was a little longer, but not much. His face was more defined and you could tell he had gained more muscle even through his leather jacket. His biceps bulged through the tight fabric and his black t-shirt was tight against his chest showing off his toned pecs. His eyes were bright with excitement and his smile was beaming with joy. You could tell he loved what he was doing.
He played song after song. I stood there, almost mesmerized, when he announced the next, and last, song he was going to play, "So uh this is a song I have been working on for years and just haven't gotten the words right, until now that is. It's a song about someone I loved before I fucked it all up and she left me. Its called 'What I Would Do Now' its a bit slower than our norm, but I hope you guys enjoy."
"Summer nights and peaceful drives,
Kisses in the rain when everything was alright,
Fucked it all up when you were mine
Now I'm cruising alone, kicking my mind
One more chance and everything would be backwards
You were the dream and I was the nightmare
What I would now
Hold your hand and take flight
Chase your dreams, right by your side
Pose for every painting
You could never get my hair right
I would love you and give up the fight
I would've followed you into the sea
Chased you to that college town
I saw you happy and had to leave you be
He better be better than me
I was scared but know now that you had to be free
Free from me that kept dragging you down"
Tears brimmed my eyes. I could feel Steve's eyes on me as he put his arm around my shoulders, but I couldn't take my eyes off the boy I once loved. He wrote a song about me. I finally couldn't stop the tears from spilling over as I saw his eyes filled with tears too.
"Uh maybe it's time to go. I know you wanted to talk to him, but after that you might want to wait a day or so," Steve whispered in my ear, trying to pull my hand with him to leave, but then Eddie noticed me. My heart stopped as his eyes found mine. Shock washed over his face, and then confusion, before it ultimately stopped at a look of regret. I could only assume that the regret was me hearing the song, so I turned and let Steve pull me after him.
I heard something being yelled from the stage but was so lost in thought, I couldn't pay attention to the words. Did he miss me? Was he still hurt by it all too? Had he not moved on? I knew now I needed to talk to him more than ever, but I knew Steve was right. I wasn't ready just yet, especially after that. I was so confused.
We were almost to Steve's car when I heard my name being yelled. I turned and saw Eddie at the door of the bar. He looked absolutely beautiful. His hair was perfectly messy and he was breathing hard after the performance. I wanted nothing more than to run to him, but Steve still had a hold on my hand and I knew it would be a bad idea anyways. I mean, I was with Erik. I loved Erik right?
"Jo," Eddie ran up to us, out of a breathe and the look of confusion back on his face but with a hint of pain in his eyes now, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm visiting for the summer break," I said quietly. I didn't even feel like I was in my own body at this point and everything was happening without me. There he was, the one and only person I have ever loved was standing in front of me and I couldn't do anything but stand there.
"Oh," he said simply, "Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow and catch up, it's been a minute." He wanted to grab lunch tomorrow? I started to replay the last moment I saw him and my stomach went into knots.
"Want to go to Luis's pizza tomorrow for lunch?" He asked driving down the long road.
"Eddie, I need to tell you something," I paused and saw his hands tighten on the steering wheel, "I'm leaving tomorrow night. I know it's earlier than expected and I was going to tell you Monday but-" He slammed on the breaks and looked at me bewildered.
"You're leaving tomorrow and you've known for almost a week now but you're just telling me?" He yelled turning to look at me.
"I-I wanted to tell you."
"You wanted to tell me? When? We have seen each other every fucking day Jo. Every fucking day you have had multiple chances to tell me but you decide to wait the day before you leave? What the fuck is that about!?" His voice kept getting louder and louder
"Eddie I-"
"Don't Jo. I knew it was coming but the fact you waited so long to tell me really shows how you feel. I poured my heart out to you the other day and you already knew you were leaving. Get the fuck out of my car. I'm done. Enjoy college, babe."
"Eddie pleas-"
"I said fucking don't. Get out." He growled lowly, his hands gripping the steering wheel again. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of his van before having to watch him screech away. My heart shattered that night.  
"I can't Eddie." I breathed, looking at his face. The pain in his eyes heightened and my heart fell into my stomach, "I uh I have plans tomorrow already."
"Oh," Was all he could say. I looked at Steve, silently pleading for him to go to his car and wait for me. He mumbled that he'd be in the car so we could talk alone and walked away. Eddie still was looking down at his feet now.
"Eddie I-" I paused, unsure what to say next. My heart was pounding in my ears and my hands were shaking. Its been over a year and I was still terrified to be standing in front of him.
"You know I'm not mad anymore," He was barely audible, "I understand why you waited to tell me and I know you had to leave. I wish I didn't react the way I did because maybe things would be different but-" I stepped up to him and grabbed his face before connecting our lips. I had no clue what I was doing but I couldn't stop myself. He was the main person I have thought about for over a year even after everything that happened.
Everything disappeared as his hands wrapped around my waist and he started kissing back. Our lips meshed together perfectly and it felt like not a day has passed since we touched. Nothing mattered except me and him right now. He was all I ever wanted and now I could feel I could have him back.
I pulled away and rested my head against his chest so we could catch our breath. His chin rested on the top of my head and we just sat listening to sounds around us. I could hear his heart beat quickly and his breath slowing. Sounds of cars passing around by us and the music blaring from inside the hideout was quiet but still noticeable.
"I never stopped loving you, Jo," He whispered before kissing the top of my head. My heart skipped beat. Then I thought about Erik, alone and asleep in my bed. I couldn't do this.
"I have a boyfriend," I blurted out before my mind could catch up to my mouth. He let go of me and stepped back, his face filled with pain and confusion again, "I'm so sorry, Eddie. I-I don't even know what to say now." I looked down at my hands and started fiddling with the ring I had on my hand.
"You still have my ring." His voice was monotone, no emotion even hinted in his voice. He had given me this ring on graduation day. It was my favorite of his that he wore and he knew it, "I gave it with a promise to never stop loving you. You said you would never stop loving me either. Was that a lie?"
"Eddie no," I never once had a day where I didn't love him or stopped thinking about him. He was my person, "my lobster" as I called him because they mated for life, "I have always loved you. There hasn't gone a day that I haven't wanted you Eds." My voice was quiet and I still didn't dare look at him.
"Why are you here Josephine?" Hearing him use my full name hurt. He never called me that. It was always Jo, Jo-Jo, or some cute pet name he used.
"I missed you, Eds," I finally looked up at him and the look on his face shattered my heart just like it did the day he left me on the side of the road, "I just wanted to see you. I wanted to talk but now everything I wanted to say doesn't matter. I wanted to yell at you for breaking my heart and tell you how awful it's been the last year just to make you feel guilty. I wanted to be selfish but now I'm being a different kind of selfish and I'm sorry. I should go." I turned and started to walk towards Steve's car, but Eddie grabbed my wrist to stop me and pulled me to him again.
"I'm okay with selfish," he whispered, our bodies pressed together as he pushed a strand of my hair out of my face, "I missed you too." He leaned in and kissed me again, more passionately, hungry compared to the slow and surprised kiss I gave a moment ago. He pulled away and rested his forehead on my, breathing heavy, "I'll see you at Steve's tomorrow." And with that, he left back into the bar, leaving me there with my thoughts reeling.
The drive home with Steve was silent besides the soft sound of the radio. He wasn't sure what to say and neither did I. When He dropped me off, he reminded me about the party he was throwing tomorrow and to wear something nice. I smiled and nodded before heading into my dark house.
Thankfully Erik was still sleeping, his soft snores filling the room. I grabbed a change of clothes before heading into my bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about Eddie, which was unusual, but the feel of his kiss still lingered on my lips.
I stood in front of the mirror, my fingertips lightly on my mouth. My mind reeling from everything that happened in the last two hours. Finding out he made a song about me, hearing his voice, feeling his touch, tasting his lips. I felt like a teenager again.
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Fictober '20 Prompt No. 6 — "That was impressive."
Category: Original WIP: Partners Rating: T Timeline: sometime between Partners and Partners II. May or may not be canon. CW: none Word Count: 792 Additional Notes: the timeline is apparently up in the air lmao. I don't have the energy to do the math sometimes whoops
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"Help me." Reagan dropped a thin packet of sheet music directly on top of Ben's lap, one of the pages bouncing off of his head on the way down. "I've heard a rumor you're pretty good at tickling the ivories."
Ben, fingers halted over the keys of his piano as Reagan's sudden presence quite literally interrupted his songwriting process, didn't respond right away. He blinked from the paper sliding off of his lap. "Uh…one could say that I've dabbled..."
Nodding, Reagan tugged a folded sheet of music from his back pocket and smoothed it out across the reflective black top of the grand instrument. "Great!" He flashed a brilliant smile. "Someone wrote a song for me and I'd like to go over it with you."
"A song?" Ben unstuck himself from his shock enough to pick up the sheets from the floor. "Are you kiddin' me? You've got enough music here to finish your career…! What…who wrote this?"
A pause went by practically unnoticed before Reagan scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "I've got a tour scheduled with Henry and the Monsters."
Ben angled his face up toward Reagan's, a glower burrowing deep in his face. "Excuse me?"
"Don't give me that." Reagan jabbed a finger in Ben's direction. "I came all the way over here—"
"An entire ten minute trip, you poor baby!"
"—I came all the way over here to get your help because I am forever indebted to you and your genius pianist skills, also I miss you so…much." Reagan tapped the rolled-up sheet music on the top of the piano and glanced around at Ben's living room, his demeanor softening and voice falling into a quiet murmur. "It's been five months, Benny."
The weight of that truth settled onto Ben like a wet blanket, and he took a deep breath to quell his frustration. "You were home for a week."
"I was home with a ten-year-old and a four-year-old. And Carolyn and I are having…problems. And in case you haven't noticed, my manager absolutely hates you."
"Yeah, you don't have to remind me, he was my manager too, asshole!"
Reagan turned his partially tired gaze onto Ben, patient. Reasonable. They held eye contact and Ben's irritation began to roll off of him.
"Okay." Ben stuffed the music onto the piano. "You're right. You've got a career to worry about. At least one of us should actually be successful."
Reagan couldn't stifle the small smile creeping across his face. "Should I list all of the ways Benjy Mertz outshines me, or should we mutually understand that he will forever be my superior in the way of talent and move along with our lives?"
"Spare me the patronizing, my stomach can't handle it."
"So I shouldn't mention the three gold records you've earned within the first two years of going solo? Or the millions upon millions of people who have come out to see you on your first tour around the country? Hmm? What've I got to show for my career?"
Ben's scowl returned. "…I'm still trying to cope."
"Yeah. Me too. But…as always, I defer to your expertise. I need you. Please."
Yet another stretch of silence passed between them and Ben eventually cleared his throat.
"Right. Let's go."
They practiced for hours, went through Reagan's entire set until he had it memorized, and after a while exhaustion set in and Reagan found himself humming along as Ben went off on a musical tangent, fingers dancing over the keys among the soothing lullaby spilling out of his head.
He knew he was being stared at, but Ben decided not to acknowledge that, only the soft vibrato of Reagan's harmonizing voice. It had been almost half a decade since their professional split yet in still, pensive moments like this, the pain seeped through, fresh and raw. They'd found themselves often separated by oceans, a reality Reagan had sacrificed his life with his parents to prevent at the tender age of thirteen. Nothing made sense.
"Hey," he whispered once Ben stopped playing. "That was impressive."
Ben could not, for the life of him, meet Reagan's eyes. "You said you and Carolyn are having problems."
Reagan nodded. "It's nothin' too bad. But you and Faye are trying to have a kid and I think…well, it might be draining us all, y'know? We're hurtin' for you."
Speaking of whom, Ben caught sight of Faye's car pulling into the driveway through the living room window. He exhaled, extracting a cigarette from his shirt pocket. "Do me a favor."
"Yeah."
"Shut up about needin' me. You haven't needed me for five years."
Reagan, unusually stricken, frowned at the spot Ben once occupied for several seconds after he got up to greet his wife.
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