#(oh and self plug but the more i think about it im kinda doing this sorta thing with one of the characters i made for my short story class

[biribaa]

Illegal visit (Squid x reader)

I actually not a big simp for Squid, i actually just did this bcuz im highly kin Squid cuz we both have insecurities about maintaining an image of "I'd rather be feared than loved" after so much betrayal n etc

⚠️The events took place before Amelia commanded Squid to self-delete.

Scenario: Squid, who really likes IS NORMAL about you, illegally stole your IP to get into your computer to get more contact with you

You entered your house, sighing and desperate to have a rest, it was another rough day in the regime, you weren't the center of attention or the most important part of that whole scheme, but you at least help, and that's what matters

A lot of controversies have happened in the last few months. An AI called Squid was created, a lot of your working friends doubted about the AI, some didn't care, others thought it was absurd. You were a little bit of both, you doubted what that AI was capable of, but that AI is in the hands of the Regime, so it's all under control, right?

You walked over to your couch and slumped against it, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag onto the pillows, melting into your laziness, your eyes closed and your arms outstretched

Minutes later, you finally got courage and got up, going to the bathroom to take a shower to help you get some sleep, well, you thought you were going to sleep

With your sleeping clothes on, you went to your room, admiring your bed, it looked like it was calling you to sleep, you went straight to the bed, but your computer started to turn on?!

Your eyes went straight to your computer on the table in the corner of your room, the CPU was making small air sounds, you could tell the computer was turning on, but you didn't turned it on?

You slowly approached the computer with a puzzled face, waiting to it completely turn on, the process was a kinda different from how your computer would normally turn on, there were some hot pink glitches that quickly appeared on the screen, your eyes were fixed on the screen, and your body automatically sat in the chair in front of the computer table, and later, a voice...

"Is this machine working? Hello? Testing, testing, Y/N? You there? Hellooooo?" A familiar non-human voice appeared, it was rather strange because the headphones on your computer were plugged in...

And after all, how does... Whoever hacked into your computer knows your name? Is it a stalker hacker? Your spine froze just thinking about that possibility

"What? Who are you? What are you doing on my computer?!" You stressed

"Uh? You do not remember me?" The familiar voice insisted, finally, the big white in your head disappeared, you were able to recognize the voice, it was...the regime's AI?!

"Wait...I believe I have to put a quick picture that represents me so you can remember" The AI...No, Squid pointed out, you opened your mouth to protest, but Squid has already managed to make an avatar for himself on your computer before your comment. It was simple, two eyes and one mouth, all pink, identical to his avatar on the giant screen in the regime.

"What about now? You remember?" Squid questioned, now with his avatar

"UH- S-SQUID?! What are you doing here?! You should be on the regime! Oh God I'll definitely lose my job if they find out you're here" You got up from the chair in despair while started to walked to and fro as if there was no end. What if this is really your fault? You are already on the street!

"Woah woah woah! Calm down!" Squid cautioned to you "No one will lose a job unless I want to, ok?!" Squid warned, trying to calm you down, you looked at your computer screen slowly lowering your nerves

"Quick explanation, I- uh... I BROWNED some of your information from the Regime so... I can have more contact with you..." Squid acknowledged, seeming to be in a shy tone

"You BROWNED?" You argued, speechless with the current situation, your forehead was furrowed and you were already running out of patience, oh please you just wanted to sleep! "Squid you could have asked me my number, and after all, why me? We don't talk much and... you already have Amelia as your best friend, Squid" You enunciated, with less stress being shown in tone and your face calmer

Squid has no idea how to answer that! Squid won't just admit that he likes you and that as an AI he is confused by such feelings, so he stuttered and prevented eye contact, thinking of an answer

"Uh- Well err i-" He tried to spit out the words, still preventing looking at you

"I-I wanted to become your friend?" This is such a stupid excuse... The pink face thought, regretting the answer he gave

You looked at Squid confused, why didn't Squid speak sooner? He's not very introverted after all, why did he get so weird when it comes to you

"Be...my friend?" You muttered

"Y-Yeah, that's right!" He replied with a smile trying not to make things worse.

"But don't you already have Amelia?" You sat in the chair again "I thought you two were like, super friends"

"Of course we are! But i can still have eyes for other people..." The AI corrected you, but still, it was weird for you

"And uh...you...have good taste in..err...games and...technology stuff i guess..." He mumbled, looking shy again, it made you questionable and crooked your head at AI's praise, but at the same time, it was kind of cute

"Thank you? That's sweet coming from you, Squid" You added, along with a laugh that made Squid melt as he listened, he felt more comfortable and confident with the situation, and he was finally able to look straight at you.

"Look Squid..." You yawned "We'll talk more tomorrow at the regime, for now I have to go to sleep for another day of work, ok?" Smiling, you warned Squid, feeling more safe around him while you rubbed your hand over your eyes

"Ohh i see, hope Amelia don't find out i was here... But, good night Y/N! It was nice to steal your IP- I MEAN- GIVE YOU A VISIT!"

"What-"

"OOOH NOOO I'M TURNING OFF BYE Y/N-" Your computer screen turned completely black, and your CPU stopped moving, leaving you confused, but you really didn't care what happened now, you just needed to sleep.

And I guess...being friends with Squid won't be too bad, right?

#will you snail #will you snail? #canon x reader #x reader

[semi-imaginary-place]

Started watching anime on a whim

Watched 5 episodes of uh the one about the edgy feral witch"s apprentice and i kept waiting for it to get good and theres some good story ideas but too much of is stupid. Also would have worked better with a female protag. Wow he really is consistently feral rather liked that concept actually. But too much of it is contrived like dude's phone has a command to conveniently unlock all the cells with no restrictions or in general the lack to security checks on weapons. Or really the put the one witch baby tree where the humans can get it? And then protag levels half a city but struggles to kill this one dude. Also anime crimes against women: rape for cheap drama is so boring to watch. Op ed songs were great tho.

Finally watching jujutsu kaisen and over the last few years i have seen sooo much stuff for this show and i still didnt know that pink? hair was the protag i usually see the white and black haired dudes. Oh this is well produced, and the animation is good. I see why people like it. Lesbian. I love her already. Oh black hair ive been seeing isnt megumi its the dude with plugs and hair tied up.

Ep5: ok thats very interesting the dynamic. Megumi's trying to get himself and itadori out alive. Initially tries to pressure ... Sukuna? To regenerate even willing to sacrifice his life then switches to suppression because he has no chance in a fight even if that risks itadori bleeding out. Oh theres the dude ive been seeing he's an antagonist? Also whiplash from itadori dying (im assuming some bs happens that revives him) to school tournament.

What is up with all these dudes ripping their shirts off?? This is like the 3rd time this has happened??

Office bro is dead he's challenging the final boss in ep like 9/24.

13 oh yeah they all still think he's dead

18 uh what happened to the run away plan? Eh this arc is pretty boring for me.

I cant remember do sukuna and itadori remember when the other is in control? Also for a series about highschoolers there is remarkably little highschool stuff the cast could easily be in their early 20s joining an organization.

former punk fushiguro lol. also love how the 3 others instantly jump on the opportunity to troll him.

24. it's interesting to see how anime has changed over the years. if jjk had been released in 2003 this would have been an episodic monster of the week style show where every episode they would take out a different curse with reused animation.

i love her. kugisaki murdering a dude in front of their family and boasting about it. damn. jjk draws the line between curses and humans and immediately like next episode blurs that line. i like how this si getting to itadori

Movie: i like how for once the big monster is a girl. The contrast between jjk 0 and the main series really highlights two genres jjk could have taken. With okkotsu(?) Jjk is a darker supernatural horror thriller with its shy low self esteem protag like deadman wonderland or tokyo ghoul among others there was an era where this style/subgenre was very popular. The second genre with itadori is the hotblooded battle shounen. I actually like the latter so im not complaining just an observation. Also i see why tumblr and twitter like geto.

S2e1: gay. The op end ed might as well be ship amvs

i might like this better than the first season wow.

uhhhh wasn't it suppose to be really bad if the girl died

bro that sounds like burnout you need a vacation.

aw i liked the flashback arc. back to 2018

hmm robot kun might not make it out of this. wow yeah just add more death flags.

gojo sure has changed huh. used to be more amoral. kinda sad geto is actually dead he was a good character although given what the series has established so far the author could revive anyone plausibly.

from curses to sapient curses and transformed humans to curse users aka the bad humans i wonder when it'll just be whoever jujutsu highschool doesn't like.

I think I've come around on gojo its funny how the show goes out of its way to tell the audience how good looking he is like girls swarming him or characters commenting on his pretty eyes and flawless skin and then the part i really like how this is contrasted with his annoying personality that no one likes. Its so funny, his coworkers tolerate him at best theres like maybe 3 people tops that actively like being around him. Also he only really started covering his eyes after the flashback arc, i wonder if its because of those events whether its the unlocking 6 eyes (why is it called that) or geto leaving. Because with the blindfold he mostly just looks like a weirdo. I also cant help but wonder if gojo losing sight of his humanity during the tengen incident, like he seemed very... unmoored? meant geto didnt have a grounding point to rely on later. So by the time gojo had figured himself out and how to be a functioning person again geto was already gone.

Scrolled through tumblr and wow people are horny for the deadbeat. Also nanami. The oldest womb dude too but i expected that since he's a half dead looking goth which is just up tumblr's alley. Wow i havent seen a reader insert plague this bad since haikyuu. Go straight girls go (just stay away from me).

judge jury executioner the jujutsu world really is a lawless mobstate.

37. huh. what was that spaghetti scene

39 eyy reached the last currently available episode. lots of active plot threads. i still don't know what was up with chrono(?) or where he ran off to. deadbeat zombi toji has picked out megumi. mahito and whats his face are roaming around. not sure I'll read the manga but i might skim it. the best part of this show is the cool fight scenes afterall.

Was thinking about the framing of the flashback arc op and ed. And they appear so carefree and warm because we're seeing how gojo remembers his highschool days. He's dreaming of days past wishing he could return to them.

#jjk spoilers #jjk

[sweetmotherof]

Haikyuu Fics: The Classics™️ (pt 2)

PART 1

I already thought of more, and I didn’t want my first part to be super long, so here is a part 2!! I’ll probably make another couple of parts because I know I missed some. So again, please comment if you have any recommendations for me to add, it’s highly appreciated. Also, just some housekeeping, please mind the tags and go give the authors some love and support!! I hope you guys enjoy!! (My summaries are super bad for this one so just look at the summaries for the work or ask ahah id be happy to elaborate)

*contains nsfw fics, so please read the tags*

⭑=my faves

TSUKKIYAMA

~quick deanpendragon spam (they are the mastermind of tsukkiyama fics read all of their stuff pls)~

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon

M, 74.4k words

This is the classiccccc slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn through high school fic. With an amazing plot, beautiful writing, and stunning characterization, if you like Tsukkiyama at all, you should literally just read it. It’s just....perfect.

the certain things we lack by deanpendragon⭑

M, 89.6k words

AHHHHHHHH STOP DON’T TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THIS. no no no it’s so good like should be published good. It’s Kei-centric, and him and Yamaguchi are so <333 ugh i can’t stop. High school au, canon compliant, getting together yeah yeah yeah but the writing is.....i’m speechless it’s so good. Something about it connected with my soul and the writing, i can’t stop the writing is so good. If you like to read, like you just appreciate the art of literature, read this read this read this. 

blue summer sky by deanpendragon⭑

T, 32k words

Deanpendragon, take all of my money. You deserve it after this one because, oh, oh MY GOD it’s so good. Yamaguchi working in a pet store. Tsukishima working in a music store. Right next to each other. STOP READ IT NOW YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. It’s Yamaguchi’s POV and his like stream of thoughts is SO relatable oh my god. It’s too good. This is hands down one of my fave fics so,,,,, u should read it. Also, it’s a series so, thank you for that one.

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Stoplights by 5yenwish(iamacamera)

E, 48.6k words

Something about Tsukkiyama authors, I would literally ask the president to get you ppl published because JESUS we do not deserve these works for free. I mean, this is just Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Karasuno being VULGAR and hilarious, and it’s like,,,,you have to have a certain type of humor to enjoy this. If you don’t like sex jokes AVOID this fic, but I loved this SO MUCH. The writing, ughhhhhh the writing is horrifyingly good. I kinda just really want to pay this author money because you made my life smmm better. On Hiatus tho,, probs forever so <//3 STILL READ IT

MATSUHANA

boiled frogs by reginagalaxia⭑

E, 91.5k words, cw: EMOTIONAL ABUSE, mental health issues that come with that

SAD BOY HOURS ughhh. This fic is so angsty and hurt so bad to read,,,,,,but so,,,,goood. Of course it’s depressing, it’s Hanamaki, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi watching Matsukawa be in an emotionally abusive relationship, all the while Hanamaki is in love with him,,,, eyeroll it’s very hard to watch. But, the writing is amazing, the plot is painful but good, so if you’re considering, you definitely should read.

rated m for by orphan_account

T, 10.6k words

Voice acting au. The most beautiful voice acting au ever. I love Matsukawa and I love Hanamaki, and you should definitely read this because it’s so funny. The writing is so good, the plot is so funny, and I love to laugh my ass off and this fic is funny lol. They act in a BL even though they hate each other. PLS READ IT AHAHHAH.

plus one by orphan_account

G, 6.1k words

This is the cutest lil getting together fic that so adorably fluffy it hurts. If you want to come down from, oh let’s say boiled frogs ahahhaha plug (look above lol), this fic will literally rot your insides with how cute it is. It’s quick, easy, and a fun time at a wedding, so if you just want some matsuhana for bedtime or something like that (?? what am i saying lol) then I definitely recomeend this one.

DAISUGA

Open Tab by Mooifyourecows⭑

E, 541.5k words, cw: anxiety, breakdowns (not that bad, but some parts made me feel a bit on edge so I thought I’d let u all know)

The longest fic I’ve read, and worth every second. I BINGED this mf, like in a couple of days lol and it’s so good. Artist Suga, bartender Daichi, gay panic and basically all of the other main haikyuu characters lol,,,,, read it if that sounds interesting. I think this is probably the staple Haikyuu longfic, so you should definitely check it out at one point or another. Also, it’s SO funny and the writing is rlly good. Oh, and it’s a SLOW BURNNN.

bell, book, and candle by skittidyne

M, 762.9k words, cw: blood, swearing, violence, minor body horror, death, anxiety/anxiety attacks/panic attack (part of the author’s warning)

I’ve seen so many people recommend this one, so I thought I’d include it in this recommendation, even though it’s focused around a lot of the ships, not just daisuga. It’s a supernatural hunter fic, and even just the summary is super captivating and interesting. If you like fantasy, mythology, or anything of the demons and magic sort, you should definitely check this one out. There is also some ~~magical~~ romance.

Cardboard Castles by valiantarmor

M, 18k words, cw: homophobia, mental strain that comes with homelessness

For the sake of your guys’ brains, I included this shorter fic that you could definitely complete in a short amount of time. Basically, this is about coffee barista Daichi, and how he meets Suga, who is secretly homeless. And romance blooms, of course. I definitely recommend this one if you want a short, kind of angsty, but happy ending read.

KYOUHABA

Police Dog by surveycorpsjean⭑

E, 34.9k words

This fic is so so sooo good. I usually stray away from like shifter, werewolf type fics, but this one handles the trope so so so well. I love the kyouhaba dynamic and this fic exemplifies it without making it too cliche. The premise of the fic is Kyoutani is a dog shifter and Yahaba is a police officer. I really had a great time reading this and I definitely think that you should check it out ahhah.

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl

T, 61.1k words, cw: HOMOPHOBIA LIKE BAD (not violent but very internalized and prevalent) 

Yahaba and his self-acceptance journey,,,,ughhhh im crying. This fic is vvvery emotional and filled with angsty self-hatred that makes me :(((. but BUT its worth it because watching him grow :’) and find love in Kyoutani. it’s very warm and happy at the end. If you want a CLASSIC coming of age set in high school and very gay so <33 pls check it out. The plot and writing are really well done and it is a work of art srsly.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu fanfiction #hq #hq fanfic #tsukkiyama #tsukiyama #matsuhana #daisuga #kyouhaba #tsukishima #yamaguchi #matsukawa

[yikesharringrove]

I both really want to read a conversion camp fic and really fucking DONT lol but I trust you to do it well and not absolutely destroy us so... I am asking for you to write the conversion camp fic please.

Oh, my plan is to absolutely destroy you all with this one.

This is modern bc it wasn’t gonna be but then I wrote a part and it kinda had to be lol

TW: religion, homophobia, transphobia (nd Steve), conversion camp, anxiety, depression, physical abuse, the word r*pe is thrown around, suicidal ideations, basically, it’s a DOOZY

Seriously, this shit gets DARK. I have A LOT of untapped emotions.

But it has a happy ending, don’t worry

-

Steve’s hands were shaking as they dug through his bag.

They had already pulled out the eyeshadow palette he had tried to sneak in, needed something to make himself feel okay in this inevitable Hell.

“Did you receive our guidelines?” They had found the lipstick he had shoved in one of his shoes. “We specifically outlined prohibited items.” He took a shaky breath. “Your perversion is much deeper than anticipated, Mr. Harrington.” He just nodded.

He was shuffled about, led to a cold blank room.

His first meeting with a conversion specialist.

“What is your infatuation with women’s things?” The man’s voice made Steve feel like there was cold water dripping down his back.

“I just like pretty things.”

“Why do you deny your manhood?”

“I don’t.”

“You say that, but you do. Every time you pretend you’re a woman-”

“I don’t pretend I’m a woman. I just like makeup and stuff.” He gave Steve a disgusted look.

“By denying your true self, you have turned your back on God. You have allowed the devil to infiltrate your soul, to convince you that these perversions are okay.” He looked down at the paper in his lap, the forms Steve had been forced to sit and fill out with his parents. “You were not close with your father, were you?”

“Um, no. Not really.”

“So you pushed away your male role model?”

“He pushed me away, more like.” The man pursed his lips.

“A father does not push away his son unless there is something evil within him. A father can always tell when there is something wrong, something disgusting in his offspring.” He stood up, towering over Steve.

“You are disgusting, Steven Harrington. You are perverse and foul. You turn your back on your Creator. But you are not without a savior. You can be saved. Denounce the devil that tempts you to this life. Follow your savior, and He will lead you to safety.” He held out his hand. Steve took a breath, and shook it.

-

Steve’s first day was a fucking nightmare.

He was led to his room, a small room with two bunked beds and no doors. He was told he’d have three roommates, and if they were caught touching one another, the punishment would be painful.

And then it was group therapy.

He sat in a circle with ten of the other boys from the program. They were forced to discuss every attraction they had ever felt to anyone besides women. They were forced to discuss sexual encounters they had had with men, and call themselves disgusting.

And as it was Steve’s turn, and he talked about wearing panties, and fingering himself, and sucking Tommy’s dick, and he felt disgusting.

At dinner he met one of his roommates, and his heart sank.

“Where’d they scrape you up?” The guy was fucking gorgeous.

“Indiana.”

“And you just a homo? Or...?” The guy’s voice trailed off as he looked Steve up and down. “You one a’ them crossdressers, too?” Steve flushed deeply.

“How, how did you know?”

“Because you look like they got to you already. Means they got something on you. Make you feel real bad about yourself.”

“How, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough. Seen plenty a’ boys come and go. Some cured, some just a lost cause.” He was so nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Why, why so long?” He grinned at Steve, sharp and beautiful.

“Because I’m immune, Pretty Boy.” Steve’s breath hitched. The guy licked over his teeth. “Can’t beat the gay outta me if they tried. And they fuckin’ have.”

“But why, why don’t you want to change? I mean, they’re, they’re right.” His blue eyes went cold.

“They got you deep. Damn, you might be the quickest turn around I’ve ever seen.”

“I just, I don’t want to be wrong anymore.” He leaned closer to Steve.

“You have never been wrong.” Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

A firm hand clapped down on Steve’s shoulder.

“William, I hope you’re treating our new guest nicely.” William’s face fell immediately.

“Yes, Father.” Steve looked up to see a priest holding onto him. His hair was greying and neat. His eyes were cold and dead.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take Steven with me.” Steve followed him, eyes downcast, all the way to his office. “Steven, my name is Father Andrew. I’m here to help you.” Steve didn’t like his smile. “We’re going to meet everyday at 8:30 pm for your therapy.”

He pulled out a folder from the bottom drawer of his desk. He placed a photograph in front of Steve with a flourish.

It was porn.

It was fucking gay porn.

He stood in front of Steve, leaning against the desk, off to the side of the image.

“Tell me what you see here.” One of the men had dark hair. He was being taken from behind by the other man, his blond hair and bright eyes stirred something in Steve.

“Two men. Having sex.”

He didn’t see Father Andrew’s hand, just heard the crack of it against his cheek.

His eyes watered, his cheek burned.

“What do you see?”

“Two perverts.”

“What are they doing?”

“Defiling one another.”

“Good, Steven. You’re learning.”

He placed another photograph down. This time, the man being fucked had a full face of makeup, tears making the dark eyeliner run as he was on his back, hands cuffed to the bed. The man fucking him was smirking at the camera, tongue between his teeth.

“How does this make you feel?”

“Disgusted.”

“Why?”

“That they, they would touch each other like that.”

“Do you have fantasies like this? Of being tied up by another man? Raped by another man?”

And the answer, the answer was technically yes. He had plenty of fantasies of being tied up, taken rough, taken dirty.

But rape. That’s a strong fucking word.

“No, Father.” Another crack. Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“I, I don’t want to be, to be raped.” Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“Yes, yes Father. I have had fantasies.”

“These are not fantasies, these are perversions planted in your mind by demons, by the devil trying to pull you away from Christ our Lord. Do not let these demons lead you astray.”

He pulled out another picture.

Steve’s heart fucking stopped.

It was a picture of himself. A nude he had taken for Tommy.

He was wearing pretty lingerie, pouting to the camera. He remembers taking it, remembers putting on his makeup, posing over and over until he took one he liked. They must’ve gone through his phone, through his texts.

“Why do you dress like a woman?”

“Be-because I’m disgusting.” And the thing is, Steve had been told plenty of times that day that he’s disgusting, and he had begun to believe it.

“Good, Steven. You are disgusting. Do you believe you’re a woman?”

“No, Father.”

“Then why have you been experimenting with women’s things?”

“I believed I wasn’t a man.”

“And are you a man?”

“Yes, Father.”

“God made you a man.”

“Yes, Father.” Steve still didn’t like his smile.

He switched the image.

And it was another one of his nudes. This time he was in a skirt, kneeling with his back to the mirror, one hand spreading his cheeks, showing off the silver plug in his ass.

He even remembers the text he had sent with it.

Tommy had been studying for a test, so Steve sent that picture and said but im lonely :( and Tommy had replied I’ll be there in twenty.

“Why do you have an obsession with your anus?” Steve could feel the blood drain from his face.

“I, uh, it feels good.” Another slap.

“How does spitting in the face of your Heavenly Father feel good, Steven? Sodomy does not feel good.” Another slap. Steve’s face felt like it was on fire.

“I’m sorry, Father. I am vile, and disgusting.” Steve was sobbing, felt so fucking pathetic, trying to look anywhere but the printed image of himself.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I expect you here tomorrow after dinner.”

Steve fucking ran back to his room.

The other boys were asleep. He climbed into the top bunk, curling into himself.

He felt disgusting, he felt foul and wrong and bad.

He tried to stifle his sobs into his pillow, the scratchy case muffling his panic attack.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quiet.” There was a sigh, breath fanning over his face.

And then the boy from earlier was swinging himself into bed with him, curling against him.

“They said-”

“I know exactly what times they patrol. I’ll leave your bed before then.” He sighed. “First night’s always the hardest. You just gotta get through. Tell them what they wanna hear, but remember that they’re fucking wrong. You are valid, and real. Being gay is not disgusting.”

Steve curled into him, letting himself be comforted.

“Thank you. Thank you, William.”

“Oh, Christ. Call me Billy.”

“Thank you, Billy.”

-

As time passed, it was easy to retreat into himself.

He met with Father Andrew every night, got slapped and hit when his answers weren’t condemning enough.

But each night, Billy would crawl into bed with him, would hold him when he broke down.

The kiss was inevitable.

It happened after Steve had an extreme day, the beating he received when he had admitted to being nonbinary, that he had asked his friends at home to use other pronouns.

And Billy had said you’re perfect the way you are, Sweet Thing.

And Steve kissed him.

And Steve wanted to die.

-

“Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned.” Steve took a shaking breath.

He was kneeling in the small confessional.

They had Mass every three days, and confession each Friday.

“It has been one week since my last confession.” He took a deep breath. He needed to get this of his chest, needed to get the punishment he deserved. “Father, I, the feelings have not gone away. There is, there’s a boy, and I, I love him. And I try not to. I try not to look at him, to remember the devil is leading me astray. But Father, I think about him. I think about him often.”

“This is an extremely grievous sin, my son.”

“I know, Father. Please help me. I want to, I want to be pure. To be free of this sin, this temptation.”

“I offer, as penance for your sins, to pray a rosary for each time you have had an evil thought about your fellow man this week. As you ponder the Mysteries of the rosary, consider how God created you, how Jesus died for you, and you wipe your feet on their love.”

“Yes, Father.”

“And our meeting will be arduous tonight, Steven.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Now please, recite the Act of Contrition.”

Steve’s hands shook as he recited the prayer, finishing his confession with Father Andrew.

-

“Now, Steven. You discussed having impure thoughts today.”

Steve’s knees ached from praying the rosary so many times earlier today. He hadn’t eaten, had gone straight to the Chapel after his confession.

He wanted to pray, to cleanse himself.

And he didn’t want to risk seeing Billy.

“Yes, Father.”

“And you mentioned that you love another boy.”

“The devil is trying to make me think it’s love.” Father Andrew smiled his empty smile down at Steve.

“That’s right Steven. Because love cannot exist between two men. Love is a beautiful thing created and given to us by The Lord God.” Father Andrew leaned over Steve, made him shrink back in his seat. “Which is why you are unlovable as you are. You are foul and vile. You may be loved if you change.”

He grabbed Steve’s hair, holding his head still as he slapped his face.

And Steve let him.

He was foul, he was vile.

He deserved the pain.

-

Two months.

That’s how long it took Steve to “graduate”.

He left the facility in clean khakis, a nice sweater his mother had sent him to wear home.

Billy had left a week and a half prior.

He was deemed a lost cause.

Steve’s mother was there to pick him up, hugged him tight and told him how happy she was that he was fixed.

He was quiet as they drove, watching the shadows the summer sun cast on the side of the plain flat road.

“Your father will be pleased. You’ve made such wonderful progress. Free of all those delusions.”

They passed Tommy’s house.

He felt sick.

-

The first thing Steve did when he got home was destroy all his make up.

He took everything feminine from it’s hiding spot in the back of his closet.

He scraped out the eye shadow, smeared the lipstick all over his dresses.

He cut up his lingerie, shoved everything into a black garbage back, driving into town to toss it in the dumpster behind the gas station.

He wanted it away, he wanted it gone. He wanted to be pure.

-

His hands shook as he zipped up the suitcase.

He didn’t have much in there, was planning on taking enough to get him through a little while, then maybe buying some things, some pretty things.

His parents were asleep downstairs, he was planning on being long gone by the time they woke up.

He put on his backpack, taking his wallet and tiptoeing down the stairs, his shoes in his hand.

He had a plan, would drive to the bus station, leave his car there.

Someone will find it, and at that point, he’ll be long gone.

He bought a bus ticket to Chicago, paid in cash and gave a fake name.

He was fucking out of here.

They were fucking out of here.

-

“As I live, and fucking breathe.”

Steve startled as a hand came down on their shoulder.

They startled again when they turned around, came face to face with a ghost from the past.

“B-Billy?” Billy’s hair was longer than it had been at the camp. His smile was lazier, his eyes brighter. Steve’s gut gave an excited little flutter as he looked them up and down.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed, adjusting their dress. It was new.

It had been three years since the camp. One year of Steve living in pain, until they packed their shit, and moved to the Golden Coast. They left in the middle of the fucking night, ran away like a scared child, never looking back.

And here was the love of their goddamn life, in some hole in the wall coffee shop in San Fransisco.

“It’s uh, it’s not Pretty Boy, anymore.” Billy’s grin got even wider.

“Thank fuck.” He swung himself into the seat across from Steve’s, upsetting some of the papers they were working on.

“What happened to you, Billy?” Billy’s smiled slipped, just a little.

“My dad was tired a’ paying for that joint if I wasn’t getting better. So he said if I wasn’t fixed in like, a month, he would stop paying, and I would be kicked out. Stayed true to his word. Haven’t seen the bastard since.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Getting kicked outta that place is the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I graduated. Went through the whole thing. Took me a year to realize how fucked up it was.”

“Jesus. They got you deep.” Steve shrugged.

“I’m okay now.”

“Yeah? What’re you doin’?”

“Goin’ to school. Gonna be a counselor. Hopefully work in an elementary school, or something.” Billy’s eyes were bright.

“That’s amazing. Gonna tell all the little queer kids that they’re valid and all that?”

“That’s the goal.” Billy grinned. “What are you doing now? You with anyone?”

“I own a bar, actually. Kind of a dive, but it’s a good time.” He looked at Steve through his lashes. “You should come by, sometime. Be good to see you.”

“I’d like to see you too.”

“And to answer your question, I’m not with anyone. Not right now.” He smirked. “But I could be.” He leaned over the table, drawing one finger down Steve’s hand. “I like seeing you happy. Feel like I only ever saw you cryin’ in that joint.”

“Well, spent a lot of time crying there.”

“For good reason.” Billy took their hand. “It’s really good to see you.”

“Y’know I told Father Andrew I was in love with you. Got beat black and fuckin’ blue for it.” Billy’s face was grave.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Wanted to be fixed. Took me a year to realize I didn’t need that.”

“You stop lovin’ me in that year?”

“Not even in the two after that.” Billy took a shaking breath.

“You know, I uh, I love you too. Always did. It broke my fucking heart to leave you in that place. Was gonna wake you up that night, get you to run away with me. But they took me out, uh, forcibly.”

“Bet you put up a real good fight.”

“Broke Father Ryan’s nose.” Steve let out a burst of laughter, clapping one hand over their mouth.

“I was wondering about that. He had a splint for like, a month.”

“Yeah, well, bastard kept tryin’ to exorcise me. Headbutted him right in the face.”

“Good for you, Bill. Sometimes I wish I could light the whole place on fire.”

“Me too.” Billy took their hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I gotta head, but I wanna see you. Soon. Later today, if you can.”

“Yeah, uh, I’m just doing some homework, but I could stop by the bar tonight? I don’t have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Lemme pick you up. We can go to dinner before I take you to the bar.” They smiled softly at him.

“I’d like that.”

#oof #this was a lot to write #i got halfway through and realized how much damn Truama the Church has given me #big yikes #I've been really fucking scarred by TWO religions #how fun #yikes writes #tw homophobia #tw religion #tw conversion #tw gay conversion #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[tuanhood]

designated driver

pairing: im jaebeom x reader 

genre: fluff, angst(?)

word count: 2.9k

summary: you and jaebeom are always the designated drivers.

a/n: this is kinda bad and unedited so as always don’t roast me. alsO if you’re just coming across this and my blog here’s a self plug for my mark social media au ------> blurred

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“Pretty boring party huh?” You heard someone say to the left of you. 

If you had to be honest, you didn’t want to engage. You were completely fine leaning up against the back wall of the room, sipping on what had to be your fourth La Croix since arriving with your friends. That’s what you tended to do when you weren’t sure what to do. Just mindlessly drink a La Croix or four. 

You had volunteered to be the designated driver once again. Somehow it seemed like you always ended up taking the role whenever you went out with your friends and you weren’t exactly sure how. Was it the sad look your best friend gave you all when everyone declared it was her turn? Or was it the awkward silence that followed the age-old question, “So who’s DD?” 

This time had been no different, except the stakes had been a little higher. 

Mark Tuan’s end of the semester party. 

Of course, Mark was notorious for all of his parties – his Halloween parties, his Winter Wonderland Blowouts, Toga Parties and Tailgates – but it was his end of the semester party that was always the biggest and always the messiest. If you had to gather statistics from all of the end of semester parties Mark had had since you’ve been at University, you would have guessed that at least 30% of partygoers experienced some level of alcohol poisoning. And you weren’t exactly sure how Mark got all of the funds to cover all of his gatherings – it wasn’t like he was in a frat or charged cover – he somehow just had the means to supply three fourths of the campus with an ample amount of alcohol. 

When the discussion over who would be driving occurred for Mark’s party, you had told yourself that this time you would not be the babysitter for the night, and you would be letting loose after the tough semester you had endured. 

“So, who’s driving tonight?” One of your friends had asked slowly, drawing out her words in a way that was meant to tell all of you that it wasn’t going to be her.

“I mean… I honestly don’t want to,” another friend had piped up. 

Your best friend sighed, knowing that left her since you had driven the last two times, but she pressed for an alternative, “what if we take Uber this time?” 

“Do you know how expensive the surge will be? And who even knows if we’ll be able to get one since there’s less drivers here nowadays.” 

You had tapped your foot nervously. It couldn’t be you again, it couldn’t. 

“And if that happens, I’m not staying over! That house is disgusting after everyone leaves and I’m not staying with that jerk!” 

You blinked slowly and replied, “Mark is your boyfriend.” 

“I know but he’s really pissing me off right now and I refuse to stay there while he has that other heathen staying with him.” 

“Girl, Bambam didn’t meant to push you in the pool last time. He didn’t know about your fear of water,” your best friend responded blankly. 

More bickering had continued, and that’s when you realized that once again it was up to you to be the responsible one out of your friends. To give up the binge drinking you had planned for and the large carb filled meals you had prepped to have before. 

When you offered it had felt like they had been waiting for you to say those magic words the whole time, but they retreated and strategically hid the smiles on their faces. They shook their heads and said things such as, “oh no you can’t! We’ll figure it out don’t worry.” Until finally they caved and let you do it. 

As if you had been begging for the job in the first place. 

That’s how you found yourself in the position you were in now, watching everyone have fun around you and get completely and utterly wasted. Everyone drank around you as if it was their last night on Earth and they would never see alcohol again. 

“Okay, so no response?” The voice asked again. 

This time you decided to engage and tell whoever attempted to bother you and your sober self-pity party to leave you alone. You were instantly met with warm brown eyes and a bright smile that belonged to none other than Im Jaebeom.

You had seen him at many parties, often in a similar position as you – being the one responsible friend who took on the role of getting everyone home safely. Sometimes at these events you would shoot a smile at each other, sometimes it would just be a quick eye contact to acknowledge one another, but usually it would be you and Jaebeom talking and laughing about all of the drunk idiots around you. You had to admit that he made being the designated driver a little more bearable as you watched all your friends have fun around you. And you would be lying to yourself if you said the butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw him meant nothing. 

Tonight, you felt those butterflies working overtime as you took what he was wearing. A light beige turtleneck that fit him tightly in the chest and shoulders showing off his broad frame but hanging loosely at his arms. It made you want to cozy up to him and have him make you scream his name all it once. How a stupid turtleneck did all that for Im Jaebeom you had no clue. The short sleeved khaki work short over his lower layer only emphasized his tall, broad frame and drew attention to the distressed, medium wash jeans that sat on his hip. 

He looked hot. Something you obviously already knew, but it still always left you surprised when you felt a large pang of attraction for him just based on his style alone. 

His entire look was complete with his current signature look – a backwards baseball cap. At Mark’s neon party a semester or two ago you remembered making a comment about how you thought backwards hats only looked good on a certain kind of guy. And that the certain kind of guy who was able to pull it off without looking like a douchebag was in your opinion, attractive. By certain kind of guy, you had meant Jaebeom, but you had figured he hadn’t caught on to that, but his fashion choices for the last few parties made you wonder if he was wearing them because of you. 

You immediately shrugged the thought out of your head. As if Im Jaebeom would do anything for me. He doesn’t do anything for anyone. 

With the time spent on his appearance you hardly noticed the red cup in his hand, which made you frown almost immediately. “Not the DD tonight?” You asked, a little bit sad that he wouldn’t be your sober buddy for the night. 

He smiled at you sheepishly and tipped the cup towards you in an effort for you to be able to view the inside, “It’s just water.” 

You pretended to be shocked  and gazed at him with wide eyes, “Im Jaebeom are you telling me that you’re ditching your one true love, strawberry milk for water?” 

He shook his head and rolled his eyes at you pretending to be annoyed, but you could tell by the glimmer in his eyes and the corner of his mouth moving upwards, he was attempting to tease you. As was most of the encounters you had with him. 

In a way you hoped that the teasing you often did to one another would lead to something more. In fact, it almost felt like your own version of a cat and mouse game, but most of your contact with Jaebeom was simply left to the confounds of a party. Never had you approached one another on campus, or ever had the slightest attempt to slide into one another’s DMs. Maybe all you two were good for was being designated driver colleagues. 

“So, who made you drive this time? Youngjae? Ooh no I bet it was Yugyeom.” At your question, you noticed him look down shyly. 

“Ah… Well you know…” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “A little bit of everyone.” 

You nodded your head in agreement, “same here. I was going to get wasted after the semester I had, but once again I guilted myself into after no one really volunteered.” Jaebeom cleared his throat, “well you know any time you feel like you’re being coerced into it I can always take you and your friends home? I could even do it tonight if you uh… wanted to.” 

You felt your heart warm at his offer. 

“That would be really nice of you Jae, but what about your friends?” You laughed and you could almost have sworn that he froze at your use of his nickname. 

He nodded slightly and looked away from you, out towards the party and the drunk people surrounding you both, “right, right of course.” 

“But you definitely make this whole always getting stuck with designated driver kinda fun,” you mused. He turned back to you immediately, batting his eyelashes, “only kinda? You know I make it kinda definitely fun.” 

His response caused you to snort and you couldn’t help but disagree with him. He didn’t make it just kinda fun or kinda definitely fun, but instead he made the whole thing fun and worth it. The moments over the last year or so that he made you laugh, warmed you with the gentle touch of his hand on your arm or made you freeze with just one look, had you thinking that if you had to stay sober for the rest of your life while your friends had fun and partied around you, it would be okay as long as you were with Jaebeom. When you were with him it was as though you were intoxicated in your own kind of way. It was as if you were drunk on him. 

But he clearly doesn’t feel the same way. Otherwise he would have done something already, right? 

You felt his hand comfortingly go to your shoulder as it always did when he was about to begin one of his big stories about his cats, a new track he was producing, something Jinyoung had learned in his Philosophy lecture or anything in between. 

Looking up to him with big eyes, ready to listen to anything Im Jaebeom has to tell you, you smiled softly to show him he has all your attention, “so what is it this time?” 

Jaebeom was just about to open his mouth when you heard a crash and a familiar voice suddenly yell, “watch out!” It’s at that moment you turn to see a football coming directly towards your face. You froze, too unsure and slow to react to the object. 

At that moment you felt warm arms wrap around your waist as you’re spun to the other side of Jaebeom, the football avoiding you completely and simply hitting the wall behind where you were originally stood. 

“Are you okay?” Jaebeom asked you, looking down at you with eyes full of concern. 

“Y-Yeah t-thank you,” you barely managed to stutter out. And you don’t know it’s from the the shock and fast pace of what just happened or Jaebeom’s arms still firmly wrapped around your waist, as if they were meant to always be there.

Jaebeom nodded at you and as he turned to face the culprit, you feel his arms move away from your waist and rest at his side. You felt yourself frown. 

“Bambam are you an idiot or something? Why the hell are you playing football inside?” Jaebeom asked the younger boy with annoyance written all over his face. 

The younger boy immediately rolled his eyes at him as if his indoor take on an outdoor sport was the most obvious thing in the world. “Jinyoung told me it wasn’t possible, so obviously I had to try.” 

“If Jinyoung tells you it’s not possible to jump off a bridge, would you do it?” As if on cue, Bambam rolled his eyes again, “no Jaebeom, of course I wouldn’t.” He turned to you and moved his eyes in Jaebeom’s direction as if to say can you believe this guy? 

“Sorry about your drink by the way,” Bambam suddenly said, leaning down to the floor by your feet. It’s then when you realize that Jaebeom was no longer holding his red cup, as he must have dropped it when he rallied to get out of the way of Bambam’s football game. Bambam picked up the cup and sniffed the inside of the cup once and handing it over to you, “here.” 

You shook your head at him, “It’s Jae’s.” 

Bambam looked at you with confusion and turned to Jaebeom, “are you already that drunk that you have to switch to water?” he cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes to take Jaebeom in, “you don’t look that drunk.” Once again you found yourself shaking your head at Bambam for his incorrect statement, “no, no, no. He’s the designated driver.” 

He looked back and forth between you and Jaebeom for a moment with wide eyes until finally deciding to fixate them on you, “what!? Are you telling me that Jaebeom is sober? If I would have known I would be halfway to the hospital for excessive alcohol consumption,” he groaned, “why does everything bad always happen to me?” 

This time it’s you who looked at him in confusion, unsure of what he was saying and that’s when you took notice of Jaebeom rubbing his hand against the back of his neck once again – his nervous habit. 

“If you’re just going to abuse your right to party, then I’m never volunteering to be designated driver again,” Bambam muttered. 

It’s at that moment when everything clicks, Jaebeom was pretending to have to be sober. But why? 

You turned to Jaebeom, “Bam’s your guys’ DD? Why aren’t you drinking?” You smiled at him and grabbed him a bit, shaking him excitedly, “you know taking part in organized binge drinking and alcohol poisoning?” 

“I- well you know I just knew that you would probably be the one who has to drive all your friends home again… A-And you know I thought it would be lame if you were sober on your own so I just thought that I would keep you company.” 

Bambam doesn’t hide his annoyance at Jaebeom, “I would have also been sober with her… and you know what? I am!” Jaebeom turned to look at Bambam with a scowl on his face, “Yeah but I’m the one who likes her so you should just shut your-” Jaebeom cuts himself off and widens his eyes, at a loss for words, not believing the confession he had just let slip from his mouth. 

“You like me?” You asked him, also not quite believing Jaebeom’s sudden reveal.  

He turned to look at you softly, lowering his head gently to the side, “Y-yeah and I planned on asking you to hangout away from all of our drunk friends and confessing to you somewhere a bit better. Like that tree you always sit under by the main quad or the rose garden near my apartment, literally anywhere else besides here.” He paused and groaned, putting his head in his heads woefully, “and now I’ve given probably the worst confession ever… Yelling at this stupid idiot,” he muttered bitterly, his eyes fixed on Bambam angrily. 

Just knowing he wanted to take you somewhere special to confess his feelings for you was more than enough to give you the same warm buzz you know you would have felt if he had performed a grand romantic gesture, but somehow him doing it here – at a party surrounded by drunk people and scolding Bambam was kind of perfect in its own way. 

In yours and Jaebeom’s way. 

You reached out to grab Jaebeom’s hand before he can stop himself from doing any kind of damage to Bambam. At your touch, and your hand in his you felt him relax. 

Delicately, you set your eyes on his and he returns your fragile look almost as though you both are having a silent conversation with one another. You had already known what you felt for Jaebeom was more than just casual friends who kept each other sane during a party, but for the first time since meeting him you realized that you wanted Jaebeom to have every piece of you and for the first time ever you weren’t scared of that. 

You rubbed your thumb over his hand and felt yourself look at him shyly, “why don’t we go talk about this… upstairs?” 

It takes a moment for him to figure out what you mean, and he almost chokes when he realizes, “t-that would be good. I would like that.” 

Without another word you tugged on his hand, leading him through the crowd of partygoers and towards the stairs, leaving Bambam to gawk at both of you in shock. 

“What’s going on over there?” Your best friend asked Bambam, slurring her words from her last few hours of too many cups of jungle juice. 

Bambam blinked slowly for a moment, getting out of his state of surprise. He placed his hand on her shoulder and pat it comfortingly, “your designated driver and my new designated driver are going upstairs to have sex, so I hope you’re not planning on going home any time soon.” 

She stared at him blankly, lost in confusion. 

He pats her one more time and began his walk towards the kitchen, “now if you excuse me, I’m going to go get hammered. I have some catching up to do.”

#got7 fanfic #got7 au #im jaebeom #jaebeom fanfic #got7 fic

[soupiie-stories]

Boring-tine Quarantine

request: @dangergays WHAT ABOUT AN AWSTEN KNIGHT ONE WHERE HIM AND THE OTHER PERSON ARE STUCK IN QUARANTINE TOGETHER AND THEY DO CUTE CHILDISH SHIT LIKE BUILDING PILLOW FORTS AND HAVING NERF GUN FIGHTS

a.n funny story.. I accidentally read the request but not the fort or nerf gun part. I wrote about it and randomly added those things cause I kept thinking about them. I just read the whole request and I think im psychic now. Anywho... enjoyc :))

Warnings: mild cursing

Word count: 1,355

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of being stuck in your shared apartment with your best friend Awsten. He had been in his little studio a lot more and you had been watching Disney movies to pass the time. It was official, you were bored. So, doing the only thing you could think of, you pushed yourself off of the couch and went to Awsten’s studio. “Hey, bubba are you busy right now?” You asked slowly opening the door.

“No bub, why what’s up?” He asked, calling you the nickname he gave you when you all met. 

“Um… I’m just kinda bored right now and wanted to know if you wanted to do something..?” You replied regretting not thinking of an idea.

Awsten got up and walked into the kitchen with you trailing behind, “Like what, jellybean? We can’t really go anywhere right now.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I know Aws, I was thinking we could do something here like… play a game or build a fort!” you said enthusiastically. He chuckled and grabbed two glasses and filled them with orange juice.

“Here,” he said handing you the glass, “I like the fort idea, and maybe afterward, we can get out the nerf guns and have a battle.” He said with a glint in his eyes, telling you he wanted to kick your ass.

You thought for a moment before sticking out your hand and replying, “Deal, now let’s grab every single blanket we own and make the best fucking fort the world has ever seen.”  Awsten chuckled and went to his room while you went to yours and grabbed every blanket his mom and your mom gave you guys when you moved. 

After making a pile of pillows and blankets, you got to work hanging blankets from the couch to the tv and even adding Christmas lights to make it cute. “I think we did a pretty damn good job bub,” Awsten exclaimed, excited to get in a cozy up with a movie or video games. 

“Of course it is, you do have the best fort builder ever living with you,” you said as you playfully nudged his shoulder.

You and Awsten had known each other for about five years and hit it off pretty quickly. Though Awsten was attractive, and you make sure to tell him whenever his self-esteem is low, you never tried the dating, it would just be weird. Awsten sat down with you one day and told you that he only ever thought of you as a sister and you agreed honestly. You only ever saw him as a big brother to you, and that’s how he acted. 

After plugging in and turning on the Christmas light, you guys settled into your little cave. “Shit I forgot the snack. Be right back,” Awsten said before crawling out and getting a bag of snacks from the kitchen, “here, I got chips, crackers, cookies, soda, and orange juice.” You laughed as he handed you the bag before settling down beside you and covering up with the blanket you had over your lap.

“What do you wanna watch?” you asked, looking at Awsten for a decision. He cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment.

“Um… how about Big Hero 6…?” He asked looking to you for approval. You nodded and opened up Disney+, found the movie, and put it on snuggling closer to Awsten since you were cold.

Sometime during the second movie, you had fallen asleep cuddled up to Awsten. He didn’t want to move because you hadn’t slept well the past couple of days, so he decided to fall asleep as well. Around 7 pm, Otto and Geoff decided to come over and surprise Awsten since they haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks. Geoff luckily had a key because you and Awsten weren’t opening the door anytime soon. So after knocking for five minutes and no answer, he unlocked the door and opened it to find a giant blanket fort and Christmas lights everywhere. Wondering where you and Awsten were, he stepped inside and looked under the fort. There you were, cuddled into Awsten’s side as he had his arms wrapped protectively around you. Both of you sleeping soundly as a random movie was now playing on the tv.

Geoff poked Awsten’s shoulder and he stirred slightly. Looking around, he quickly noticed Geoff and Otto standing at the entrance of the fort. With a finger to his lips, he slowly moved to pick you up and take you to your bed. After setting you down and closing your door, he walked into the living room and turned to Geoff and Otto, “What are y’all doing here and how did you get in?” Awsten asked with a look of confusion while grabbing the OJ glasses and putting them in the sink. 

“We came over to see you cause it been three weeks and we got in with the spare key you gave me when you guys moved in. How’s y/n doing?” Geoff asked while sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Oh yeah forgot about those keys, and she’s doing good. She got bored so we built a fort and were gonna have a nerf battle after, but she fell asleep.” Awsten said before grabbing two more glasses and pouring water for the guys.

You stirred a bit in your bed, confused as to how you got there. After stretching, you got up and walked to the kitchen to find Otto, Geoff, and Awsten talking about whatever. “Hey, guys.” You said while giving Otto and Geoff side hugs.

“Hey, there kiddo good to see you,” Geoff said while kissing your head. 

“Yeah, we missed you,” Otto said while kissing your forehead. You walked around the bar and got a soda from the fridge.

“So what did y’all want?” you asked, taking a sip from your soda.

“They haven’t seen us in three weeks and wanted to make sure we were still alive,” Awsten said while taking a sip from your soda. You gave him a glare and rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Yeah, cool fort you built there,” Otto said looking back at the tent of blankets in the living room. You smiled and gave thanks to him while looking back at Geoff and Awsten to see what they were talking about.

After about 20 minutes of conversation and jokes, Geoff spoke up to you guys, “Well I’ve got to get back to say goodnight to Rory. I’ll see you guys sometime.” he gets up and gives Awsten a hug and gives you a hug and kiss on the forehead. “Love you guys,” Geoff said before leaving.

“Well, he’s my ride so I guess I'll see you guys later.” Otto chimed before giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek and Awsten a hug as well. You and Awsten chorused goodbye as Otto left as well.

You turned to look at the fort still how you left it. “Well, do you wanna go in the fort or go to bed?” you asked the green-haired guy beside you. 

“We can always fall asleep in the fort.”

“True, c’mon” you exclaimed before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the fort with you. “Let’s watch Emperors New Groove.” You said as Awsten rolled his eyes.

“We watched that last week bub.” He said with a groan. 

“Whatever Aws.” you rolled your eyes as you put on the movie anyways. Covering yourself and Awsten with the blanket, you cuddled into his side as he, once again, wraps a protective arm around you. You couldn’t be happier at this terrible time. At least you were with your best friend in the whole world. You looked up at Awsten and smiled, “You’re the best big brother Aws. I love you.” You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he looked down at you.

“I love you too,” He said before kissing your forehead, “and don’t tell Gracie but, you’re the best little sister.” You smiled as you looked back to the movie, soon falling asleep once more.

#waterparks #Awsten knight #awsten waterparks #Geoff Wigington #geoff waterparks #Otto Wood #otto waterparks #parx #imagines #writer #writing #english

[katieelizabeth]

What would you call your body type? Definitely curvy

Are you a morning person? Yes and no. I’m taking sleep meds for nausea so right now waking up is kinda hard. 

Have you ever been to Target? Loveeeeee Target

Do you like iced tea? Iced tea is always my jam

When is the next time you’ll be at work? Hmm it’s kinda up in the air right now. I’m itching to get back tho.

Do you have a savings account? Yes. one for myself, one with my boyfriend

Has anyone ever hacked your accounts before? Only once.

What color bedsheets are currently on your bed? Currently grey

Have you ever been to Disney World? If so, how many times have you been? Yes, I wanna say total like 6 times.

Does grammar and capitalization mean anything to you? It absolutely does.

Are you good at wrapping gifts for others? My boyfriend thinks I'm a terrible wrapper hahah

Do you have a dirty clothes hamper in your room? Yes.

What would you say is your favorite television show? If I had to narrow it down, probably Skins. 

Do you enjoy big holiday dinners? Yes and no. I don’t care for holiday dinners with my family but I love holiday dinners with my boyfriends family. 

Is there any piece of jewelry you’re constantly wearing? I’m not married or engaged but I do wear a small silver band on my ring finger.

What is one thing you desire as of now? To be able to just go and sit down in a restaurant. This virus has everyone living in fear and I'm tired of it and want to live normally and enjoy my pregnancy

What kind of phone do you have? An iPhone XR.

If you could move anywhere, where would you choose? Canada or London

Do you blog a lot, if at all? No not really. I used to when Xanga was big.

Is your present hair color, natural? Nope.

What makes you the most angry when it comes to people? My boyfriend thinks that anytime my opinion is different than his, then I'm trying to argue with him. It’s so fucking frustrating. 

Describe your current outfit? Anaheim Ducks shirt and matching pj pants hahah

What was the last thing you ordered online? Some toothbrushes lol

Have you ever felt as though you were drifting apart from a best friend? Ive had two best friends in my life completely shut me out before. It sucks.

What color are your eyes? Poop brown

Have you ever worn color contacts? I have but I could never wear them because of the astigmatisms in both my eyes. Lasik was the best decision of my life

What’s the best thing about a hug? Right now I miss everything about hugs

Biggest fear? Losing my loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life....

If you have a significant other, how long have you been together? Just celebrated three years

Do you know any genuinely friendly people? Yes.

Do you buy your friends gifts? I try to when I can 

What was the last thing you plugged in? My phone to the charger.

How old are you? 29

What color headphones do you own? They’re black.

Have you ever shopped on Urban Outfitters? No, just a reminder than I'm fat

Where do you buy the majority of your clothing? Amazon, Goodwill

Would you rather wear necklaces or earrings? Necklaces

Do you consider yourself fortunate? Very

Do you enjoy watching fights? Nooo.

Have you ever been in a physical fight? No way

Do you tend to talk badly about people? I try not to but everyone is guilty of that

Where are your parents as of now? Watching tv in the tv room

Does your computer cooperate most of the time? I literally just bought it so yes haha

Does your family have any cheesy traditions? Kind of

When did you last go to a book store? Gosh it’s been a while!

What’s the closest book store where you live? Barnes & Noble.  

How much money do you have on you right now? On hand, $20.

Favorite personal feature? my hair and my lips

Are you wearing make up at the moment? Nope.

Favorite television channel? Bravo, E!, ID, HBO

Describe any piercings or tattoos you might have? 6 tattoos no piercings

Have you ever been fired from a job? INope

Are you currently losing a best friend? No.

Describe the worst day of your life: I’m good.

Do you play any video games? Not at the moment

Would you say you hate anyone? I feel hatred towards racists, homophobics, ect.

Do you think freckles are cute? Very cute!

Last time you went to the mall? Gosh its been a really long time

Name something that’s your favorite color: anything teal

Have you been to Red Lobster before? Yesssss. I want seafood

Do you judge by appearances? Anyone who tells you they don't to some degree is a fucking liar.

Do you follow a certain religion? No thank you

Who is your role model, if you had to choose? Im not really sure

Would you rather have nice hair or lips? Hair.

What are you most self conscious about? Pretty much my whole body

Do you have any family members who live out of town? Yeah.

Do you consider yourself short? Nope, I'm average height for a girl

What room are you in? Mine.

Hoodies or jackets? Hoodies.

Are you outside a lot? No not really. The sun doesn’t like my skin haha

Have you ever been dumped via text message? Nope

Do you like dreamcatchers? Not really

What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? I don’t have one.

Do you hate repetitive people and things? Depends on the situation

Do you think autocorrect is a blessing or curse? BOTH

Do you believe in any particular curses? No.

Ever play a Ouija board? Nope, my mom wouldn't let me growing up

What movie scares you the most? The Exorcist. I can watch the movie now no problem but it FUCKED up my childhood.

What was your bedtime as a child? 9. I remember watching Happy Days from 8-9

Reason why your favorite holiday is your favorite: Who doesn't love Christmastime?

Do you work with any close friends? I work with my baby daddy

Do you consider yourself spoiled? I would say in some way I'm probably spoiled

Do you listen to any country music? yes

Favorite high school teacher: I don’t specifically remember any high school teachers I liked. Probably my French teacher. He was super cool!

Do you ever get drunk? Of course. Can’t drink yet tho until after baby

Have you ever had highlights before? Nope

Favorite number: 7,10

Do you still sleep with any stuffed animals? Not anymore. I used to for a a long time 

 What is your biggest regret in life? Eh I've got a few

Would you say you think you have a mental disorder of some kind? Depression/anxiety. Ive taken meds for it 

Are you normally an independent person? I like to think myself as independent but my boyfriend sure takes care of me. I dunno what id do without him

Do you have any paintings? a few

What is one clothing fad you wish never existed? anything from the early 2000s haha

Do you like to be organized? Do I like it? Yes. Am I organized? NO

Have you ever failed a class before? oh yes

Ever been judged because of your weight? All the time. Not so much as an adult tho

What is your favorite breakfast cereal? The sugary bad ones, ha.

Ever had a wish come true? Nope

Do you regret meeting any of your exes? No way

Do you own any coloring books? Yes haha those adult ones

What’s the meanest thing someone’s called you? I can’t think of anything specific. Probably fat

Have you ever bullied someone? I likely have, unfortunately :(

Do you ever watch Lifetime? Only for the reality shows

Ever tried to intentionally sabotage someone’s grade? God no

Do you own any brown clothing? Hmmm I don’t think so

What color are your walls painted? White.

Last thing you drank: I’m drinking decaf coffee 

Have you ever seen a tornado in person? Noooo.

Do you have an inground pool at your house? Nope

What is the first digit of your phone number?  9

What’s the prettiest town you’ve been to? Anywhere in England

Do you tend to sleep a lot? yes and no. I’m taking sleeping meds but it’s hard for me to fall asleep

Silver or gold jewelry? Silver

Do you sometimes celebrate holidays early? Not usually. My boyfriends family Is out of state tho

Have you ever been in love? Yes.

What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? My unborn child

When was the last time you showered? Last night

Would you consider yourself attractive? Sometimes yes

Has anyone made you mad today? Nope

Favorite smell: Vanilla

Are you afraid of insects? I wouldn't say afraid

Do you have any children? I’ve got one cookin in the oven haha

If so, what are their names? I’ll tell you when I know the gender

Would ever consider having children in the future? MORE children? Lets see how traumatized this first one is haha

Have you ever lived on a farm? No.

Ever played any sports? Oh yes, played soccer till I was 18 

Do both of your parents have jobs? They're both retired from jobs they were at for 40+ years

Where is the best place you’ve been on vacation to? Its a tie between South Africa, London and Colorado

Are you afraid people won’t accept you? Not anymore. Being an adult means getting over that haha

Are you, for the most part, an honest person? I try to be

Did you make prank phone calls as a child? oh yes!

Do you like to make donations? Yeah.

What is your current ringtone? Just the standard apple ringtone

Meet anyone from your past lately? No.

Have you ever called a teen suicide line? No.

Have you ever caught something on fire? Not that I can think of

Ever been obsessed with a show? Ive been obsessed with many shows

What type of perfume or cologne do you use? English Laundry Signature

What’s the last book you read? The book that Ted Bundys girlfriend wrote

Dream career: Zooologist

Have you ever climbed a mountain before? Yes, in Colorado

At what age do you plan to get married? Not sure, we aren't in a rush to marry

Ever been in a car accident? Yes, three

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

it seems just - and now  - now its awmost midnight a week later  - i cant remember - i kinda sucked last week yah   - oh yah i members now - didnt suck even a little tonight - made 1 good decision - so a couple that is also a band and nice peeps - really nice - did the host mc thing - there is an amp a srsly good one i could have used -  btw i should hav diss claimed at the beginning - wait maybe - i plan on some poetry about the moon - so maybe u should just scroll down till the words look poetic and start readin then - i could post the poetry separately but that wood not b any funatall 

oh yah and since its monday and the moon thing and apollo anniversary  - and cuz they just b good peeps  - big shout out to everyone at @writerscreed and thank you for using a line / query from one of my pomes if i wuznt lazy as fuck i woud find it and reblog - ego may takes me there anyway but not tonight  - all the love to everyone there  past present future - a wonderful resource and labor of love 

so post mortem - awready wrote something along the lines of i killed - i did srsly for 1 song  - lykke li side band liv  hurts to liv   - had played w arrangement just a bit this morning - nothing major - might have incorporated quick time some - ezily the best vocal performance course it aint recorded it dont matter - i stayed on mic mostly - didnt forget words - only 1 line and not on this one mumbled cuz couldnt wrap my mouth around - 1 bad chord also not on this - huge response mid song at he line “ everybody wanna be somebody long as it aint me “  huge applause b4 last note wrung out  - so the good decision - things run late - 2 many performers wanna - small technical probs  including cords shorting - plug my own cord into guitar - straight into pa - setting up amp could take minutes and something to go wrong  yah - and there are 2 huge ego reezons i wanna play well  - the kind that fuck me up often - the most interesting man in the world - according to cinder - a neighbor  -told me he was interested in coming to madrone and actually showed  - he has never heard me not a note - i didnt want the awkwardness of sucking and him having to pretend he liked it  - a much loved performer who only plays madrone a few times a year - the open mic anyway - his band gets paid gigs at madrone and the other bars owned by same person /ppl   and other places - few years ago they headlined Slims - wait is slims still open - anyway one of the top clubs in sf for live national/international music  - so he played - just b4 me - the last time i saw him wuz the 1st time after seeing each other albeit infrequently - for years now - that we spoke and that i knew he actually listened to me - i wuz ok that time but ego and started overplaying to impress - so i had chosen songs that were more vocal oriented before going - added an improvised blues in am to facilitate a harmonica player  - martian mike - he actually added - if i had the amp - and it had every sound effect known to man - i prob wouldnt have resisted the urge to over the top - so after finished had nice mutual admiration mutual love of madrone conversation - he video’d at least part of my set for utube on his channel and maybe his bands channel as well 

just b4 playing - went outside and thot of the ppl who send vibes love energy sundays  - it was like i could feel each one sending for a sec - some sent earlier -some yet to come - felt total calm - only for a moment mind u 

about the moon this was last night or saturday  - total fog cover tonight - just to make sure - i go outside cuz maybe - thats my relation  - love and attention - a focus  and the tide thing - pretty awesome  - only once - and i wuz being a dick and might have lied to myself like we do  when acting as such - only once that i remember - when i remember to look for and find ( most eves nights mornings ) have i failed 2 feel better at least a little for a moment  - a shapeshift trixter she b the moon - always changing always constant  - thinking what might have been what still could b  - we can look at the same moon at different times and be close for a hand clap cuz we zen as fuck - sometimes  - we get lucky 

its getting late im tired - its morning but not the wake up kind yet  - dishes to do - teeth to brush - a kitty to pet 

and 

presto sleepo morning and not early - sleepless in sf till 3 or so - kitty wants bfast early - or wants a good tawk  - she wants something she cant do fer her own self but yes she will kill and eat bugs if not fed - and yes the bowl is empty - omg yes she is a good kitty - back to sleep till a mumbled byedrivesafelove to the unpoet leaving 

sun just came out and enuff quiet to hear birdsong

love

#poetry i guess #post mortem

[mllersjoel]

Dark bellamy long fics? dark clarke? any farely unknown fae/faerie, mob/gangs? some good enemies to lovers? strangers meet cutes? Fairytales? anything i haven't read but is worth a good read? 😭

BITCH IM SO HERE FOR U GET READY.

(i kinda went overboard but i regret nothing)

Dark!Bellamy

Wrecked - 91k

She looked out into the water, wondering where Wells’ lifeboat was, and if everyone else had gotten to safety in time. She wondered if the crew radioed for help before they jumped onto the lifeboat.

And she wondered if she was going to die on this lifeboat.

Deserted Island AU where deadly storms and dangerous wildlife were the least of their problems.

I either wanted to kill Bellamy or kiss him. It’s good, trust me.

Fae/Faerie

With a Mouthful of Thorns - 26k

They all know Bellamy Blake is something else, or part something else, even if no one ever says it. It's in the way his eyes are just a little too deep, his cheekbones a little too sharp, everything about him a little bit too perfect. Everyone growing up in Arkadia knows about the Folk. They're used to recognizing them, even in their glamours, and steering clear. Bellamy isn't one. But he's half, and it's enough to make people equal parts fascinated and wary. It's enough make him something of a spectacle.

Of course, for most of Clarke's life, he's been the sort of spectacle that involves people daring each other to try to get him to tell lies (Clarke doesn't know if, like the full blooded fae, he can't or if he just likes to keep people guessing) or do small magic (he never does) when they've had a little too much to drink at parties. Most of the time, the people of Arkadia forget that Bellamy's any different from the rest of them. Until something goes wrong, and then he draws everyone's suspicious gaze. It's the way of the world, to look to place the blame in someone who is other in some way. Bellamy Blake, with his eyes that look right into you, that know you, he's other in a way that scares people.

@grumpybell​ IS SUCH A GREAT AUTHOR AND THEY WROTE THIS SO ITS GONNA BE GOOD.

MORE UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA GET LONG

Want a bellarke fic rec? Drop an ask!

Enemies To Lovers

i'm still growing up (into the one you can call your love) - 2.7k (yes this is a shameless self plug)

"'Oh shit. He is hot.' Dark, messy curls adorn his head, almost calling Clarke to run her hands through them. The opening chords play out, and a husky, smooth voice fills the room. It’s intoxicating, the way he sings, moving his hips in time with the beat.

His eyes search the crowd and find hers. Dark eyeliner frames them, winged out in a sharp line. He smirks at her, winking once before looking away and belting out a note. The crowd goes wild, and he visibly soaks it in, smiling wide at their energy."

Or: The punk rock/soulmate AU, where touching your soulmate for the first time makes tattoos appear.

This is my fav fic I’ve written out of the two fics I have posted. Give it a chance.

The House Guest - 93k

Clarke loves her best friend, so when Octavia's brother needs a place to stay, Clarke doesn't think twice about offering up her loft. It's no trouble at all, that is until Clarke realizes what a surly, arrogant prick he is. When a few days turns into a few weeks it's too late to back out, and now she finds herself stuck with an unwelcome roommate.

PART 2 (Ch. 20-27): The second half of this story deals with some darker content. Someone from Clarke's past comes back to haunt her, and neither she nor Bellamy realize that there's something more sinister standing between them and their possible reconciliation than either of them could have predicted.

HOHO THIS FIC,,,,, SO GOOD,,,,

You Look As Good As The Day I Met You - 10k

“It’s me, okay? Clarke Griffin?” Then, with a dramatic flourish of her fingers, “The kid who sat behind you in all your classes, the same one whose laces you tied together every other day for shit and giggles?”

“Holy shit,” he gapes, recognition dawning. “That’s— Princess?”

She shoots him a venomous glare. “Don’t call me that.”

Or: Clarke’s not quite sure how to deal when her ex-nemesis from elementary school shows up. His newfound attractiveness is definitely the most worrying part.

AHHHH THIS FIC MADE ME SO SOFT AND ITS HONESTLY SO GOOD @prosciuttoe IS AMAZING

Just as You Are Mine - 23k

Bellamy’s already there by the time she makes her way to the centre of the room.

She didn’t get a good look at him before, so Clarke takes the time to look at him now. He’s not all that much taller than she is, but the breadth of his shoulders feels worrying, somewhat. His skin is marked with a array of calluses and scars, white against his tanned skin, and the deft, sure movements he makes confirms that he’s every inch the warrior he’s promised to be.

Swallowing, she steps forward, meeting his gaze. His face remains carefully blank, same as before, when Kane had told her that they’d be married.

In hindsight, marrying a total stranger may not have been one of Clarke's brightest ideas.

(Or: Arranged Marriage AU. Clarke seals an alliance with the Broadleaf clan by marrying Bellamy Blake.)

HEHEHEHHE THIS IS BY @prosciuttoe AGAIN BECAUSE IM A SLUT FOR THEIR WORKS. READ. IM BEGGIN U.

Strangers Meet Cutes

Of Misunderstandings and New Beginnings - 3k

All Clarke wants after a hellish week is to go to her favourite coffee shop, sit at her favourite table, and get some sketching done. Unfortunately, someone's already sitting there and it doesn't seem like he's willing to give up his seat next to the power outlet. But the guy is stupidly attractive with his thick glasses and irritated scowl, and Clarke's so exhausted that she's willing to share if it means she gets to sketch for a few hours.

THIS. THIS IS GREAT. ITS FLUFFY AND CUTE AND UGH JUST TRUST ME.

live a little crazy - 2.5k

Bellamy Blake is a serious, real adult who almost definitely has his shit together. He sleeps before midnight, he manages a café, and although he does laugh at the occasional dick joke he would still consider himself mature. He does his fucking taxes, which is basically a certificate of adulthood. As a serious adult, he isn’t really concerned with the supernatural.

At least until Clarke showed up.

This is my second favourite fic out of the two fics I’ve written. Clarke is supernatural, basically.

Fairytales

Facing Tempests of Dust - 24k

Clarke Griffin has grown up in the perfectly controlled environment of the Ark dome, a city created to withstand the destruction of the world outside. Now, she's been sent out with 100 other delinquents to try to survive on their own, but she knows the truth. They weren't sent away for their crimes, but rather to buy time for others in Ark, as the city is failing. While Clarke struggles to lead her band of teenagers, she encounters a man with strange abilities and an offer she finds hard to refuse.

BELLAMY IS A GROUNDER AND HES PROTECTIVE AND ALSO SOMETIMES A DOG.

Oh Darling, Here’s Hoping - 10k

She's five, when she finds the wolf cub in the woods, bleeding and crying, black fur wet and sticky with his blood, leaving red smears on her fingers when she picks him up. He trembles against her, and he's almost too heavy for her small arms to carry, but she does so, determined, cradling him close to her chest, careful.

Her mother's lip curls when she sees the creature. “Leave it to die, Clarke. Or better yet, put it out of its misery. That's one less beast in these woods.”

Clarke juts out her jaw and shakes her head, holding the cub a little closer. She's not going to leave him; she's going to save him.

BELLAMY IS ALSO SOMETIMES A DOG IN THIS ONE

#bellarke fic recs #may speaks #I GOTCHU #bellarke #the 100 #fanfiction #wow i went FERAL with this one huh #Anonymous

[timeoutforthee]

Like it or Not-Chapter 17

Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE (skip first session, start at “You good, Logan?”), reference to alcohol, referenced self harm

Read it on AO3!

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The first time it happened, Virgil was seven.

He came home from school to see the house was quiet. For a while, he didn’t even notice his father sitting in his armchair, staring at nothing, surrounded by beer cans and bottles. Virgil bit his lip. He didn’t know what they were, not really, but he knew that when his father drank them, he was even worse.

Not that his dad was bad. He couldn’t be. It was just that sometimes his dad got angry. That’s what his mom told him.

Virgil slipped upstairs quietly, peeking into his parents’ room to look for his mom. But she wasn’t there. He furrowed his eyebrows. His house was small, there was no way he could have slipped past her. He shrugged to himself. Maybe she went to the store.

Virgil went to his room without his dad noticing he even came home, which really was for the best.

But as time went by, Virgil’s stomach started to growl, so loud he was almost afraid his dad would hear it all on his own. He finally got up from his desk and made his way back downstairs.

His dad was still in the same armchair, except the pile of cans and bottles had grown larger.

“Dad?” Virgil asked as he came downstairs. “I’m hungry.”

“I am too,” his dad said, taking a swig from the bottle.

“Should…,” Virgil paused. Something was wrong, but he didn’t know what. “Should mom be back soon?”

His dad laughed, which was a weird, slurred sound.

“She won’t be back.”

“What?”

“I said,” and now he’s yelling, “She won’t fucking be back, are you deaf?”

Virgil stumbles back, and his back hits the banister of the staircase. His dad stands up and advances on him.

“S-sorry, dad-”

“‘S-sorry,’ what you can’t even fucking speak now?”

“N-no,” Virgil swallows, “I’m sorry, I can talk fine.” Except it comes out a little too fast, and a little too shaky.

His dad is staring down at him, and Virgil is pressing himself into the banister. But then his dad smiles, and he can breathe again.

Sometimes his dad is mean. Virgil isn’t allowed to call him that, or tell anyone else that, but in his own mind, he knows it’s true. But sometimes his dad takes him into the backyard and throws him the ball, and they laugh. Sometimes he lets Virgil curl up next to him while they’re watching a movie, and he feels safe.

“She’s gone,” his dad says, and he’s smiling but there are big tears falling down his face, and this is a reaction he’s never had and suddenly Virgil feels like he’s failing a test he didn’t know he had.

“Who?”

“Your fucking whore of a mother, that’s who,” his dad all but spits, “She left. She left me, and she left you.”

Virgil doesn’t say anything, half because he doesn’t know what to say and half because everytime he speaks he makes it worse.

His dad sneers down at him.

“You need to respond when your elders are talking to you, you little dipshit.”

“I-I,” Virgil doesn’t know what to say and he kinda feels like he’s drowning, “Why would she do that?”

And his dad is laughing again, but it doesn’t sound like laughter and it’s almost as scary as when he and Virgil’s mom yell at each other.

“I guess because of you,” he says, and the words sting even though Virgil isn’t sure they’re true.

“I-I’m sorry.”

His dad stares at him.

And then Virgil’s head snaps to the side, and his cheek is throbbing. He’s so surprised that his knees buckle and it’s only then that he realized his dad slapped him. He looks up, and his dad doesn’t even look sorry, his face is set and the tears are gone and Virgil needs to run.

He takes off up the stairs, and slams his door shut, holding onto the knob. He’s not allowed to have a lock, so he just puts all his strength into holding the door shut. He knows, deep down, that his dad is stronger and if he wants to get in, he will. Thankfully, his dad seems satisfied and he doesn’t even hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.

There’s a rock in his stomach when he goes to bed that night, and it almost makes him feel full.

^

“You good, Logan?”

Logan has been spacing out all class and Virgil is worried. He thought everything was good this week, did something-

“Virgil, I can practically see your panic. Breathe. I am fine, simply tired,” As the rest of their class leaves the room, he pulls out a binder and opens to the first page. “I saw Dr. Sanders yesterday, and it was...quite a catch up. We made a crisis plan.”

“A crisis plan?”

“I’m not very fond of the name, it seems a little...extra, but it is a list of things I need to do if I get the urge to skip a meal.”

“Is one of those things to eat?” Virgil asks.

“You would think. But Dr. Sanders explained that everything we came up with had a point in trying to redirect my feelings so the urge would pass naturally.”

Virgil looks down at the binder and has to fight a smile. “Logan. Is it laminated?”

“Of course, it’s important. It can’t get wrinkled. The paper in the back is so I can track the success of each skill.” He goes a bit quieter,

“Heya!” Patton says brightly as he walks in, lunch in hand. Roman is right behind him.

“Hey guys,” Virgil says. Roman narrows his eyes.

“Did we interrupt serious talk time?”

“No, just wrapping up on what happened last week,” Logan says, “And also...Dr. Sanders says I need to reach out if I get an urge to skip again…”

“That’s a good idea,” Patton says, trying to encourage him.

Logan sighs, “I suppose.” Then he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone and holds it out to the other three. They pass it around, plugging in numbers and then moving their desks into their makeshift table.

“So the meeting went well?” Patton asks.

“Define ‘good’,” Logan says, “It was...productive. As I was telling Virgil, we made a crisis plan, and while I’m not exactly...good with feelings, we did address them in a satisfying manner.”

“I’d call that good!” Patton says, brightly, before taking a bite of the chicken nugget the school provided. He pointedly does not look at it. Eating is already hard, the last thing he needs is to be reminded of how bad the food looks.

“I suppose,” Logan says, thoughtfully, “You know, I really do appreciate Dr. Sanders. He’s much better than some of my previous therapists.”

“Oh, I’m sure they all try their best,” Patton says, automatically. Then he pauses, “But I’ve been better since I started going to him, too.”

“Hey! Give Dr. Picani some credit!”

“Oh, yeah, him too,” Patton rushes to say, but it’s too late. Roman is ready to monologue.

“I was fortunate enough to be put with Dr. Picani since the first day, and since the first day he’s tried his hardest to brighten a dimming star, and I’d say he’s had at least a bit of success, I’m sure with a little hard work, I’ll be dazzling once more.”

“Hard work?” Virgil asks.

“Well, sure,” Mrs. Spencer speaks up. Virgil jumps. Sometimes he almost forgets she’s back there. She lets them socialize as if they were in the cafeteria, and his back is to her. “Counseling is only beneficial if the counselor knows what they’re helping you with. But you guys seem very dedicated, with the individual therapy and the groups.” And her gaze shifts to Virgil, “But you would know about that, right?”

“Well, sure!” Patton says. Roman and Logan nod as well, and Virgil forces his head up and down. And when they turn back around, Mrs. Spencer frowns because she notices. She notices that Virgil is quieter than the others, that he isn’t as open, and she’s worried that he’s not going to heal like the others because he’s holding himself back. Really, all Dot wants is to take care of her students.

^

“Alright,” Roman said, walking next to Virgil as they left lunch, “What’s up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Virgil says, “And where are you going, isn’t your class the other way?”

“It’s choir, I think they’ll be okay if I’m late.”

“Well, I won’t be, so no serious talk, sorry.”

“C’moooooon,” Roman whines, “I saw you shrink, like, two sizes when Mrs. Spencer was talking. And you didn’t talk about Dr. Picani. What’s going on? Do you not like Picani?”

“It’s not that-he’s fine-” Virgil shakes his head, “I can’t get into it, I have to get to class.”

“What class are you even going to?” Roman looks around, “Are you going to gym?”

Virgil keeps his mouth shut.

“Do they even let you participate?”

“...no.”

“Then come on, we can skip.”

“For fuck’s sake Roman, it’s not that big of a deal,” Virgil rolls his eyes, “It’s just...maybe I have not been as honest with Emile as I should be.”

“So? You can fix that.”

“I can. I don’t necessarily want to.”

“You know what Dr. Picani told me once?”

“What?”

“Sometimes, to get the full benefits of recovery, we need to do something, whether we like it or not. I don’t know what you’re not telling him, but I have a feeling maybe you should.”

“Look,” Virgil turns on him, “I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to do the open and honest thing and I’m trying to fully commit but I-just,” he sighs, “What happens if I tell him? What if something goes wrong?”

“Goes wrong?” Roman asks, “I mean, there’s not much he can do. He’s not even allowed to discuss it outside of the session.” he pauses, “Unless you’re like cutting yourself or something.”

Virgil forgets to walk for a second, and Roman’s hand shoots out to steady him.

“Nope, no, definitely not that,” Virgil is rushing out, “Why would you think that?”

“It’s in the contract, your therapist can’t report anything unless you’re a threat to yourself or others,” Roman’s eyes narrow, “Why-?”

The bell rings.

“Oh shit,” Virgil says, “I gotta go, Princey, don’t break any windows with that voice of yours-”

Roman grabs his elbow, not letting him slip away. He pauses, for a second, not quite sure what to say.

“I think you should talk to Dr. Picani,” Roman says, “And you know, it’s okay to talk to us.”

“I know,” Virgil says, but he brushes it off a little too quickly.

“No,” Virgil glances up to look Roman in the eyes, and he’s shocked by how intense he looks, “I mean it. You can talk to us. About anything.”

There’s a bit of silence.

“Got it,” Virgil says, but this time, just maybe, he actually does.

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Bumping Into You

Summary:   Hi, can you do a really cute Peter Parker imagine where you move into the apartment next to him and he’s like blown away by you 🌻 thank you xx -Anon

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2172

Warning(s)?: none.

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(honestly, name a moment this boy ain’t Peter Parker)

Bumping Into You

''Mum! There's still a few more boxes left in the car!'' You shouted loudly up the stairs, your hands fill with two boxes labelled 'kitchen'. Both your mum and yourself had decided to move from your home country Australia to Queens New York for a fresh start. Your mother worked at the local hospital and got promoted to work here in New York, double the pay yet double the patients. Your mum came to you all happy and excited, beaming from ear to ear. How could you say no? 

''Of course mum! This sounds so great!'' You had lied straight through your teeth, honestly you had no intentions of moving. You had been content on living your life at home, having a few friends and a part time job at your local cafe to keep you busy. You weren't keen on moving to a new place little own a new country. But it was your mum, she sacrificed everything for you time and time again so how could you say no or even disagree? And besides... maybe this move would be a good thing. You could start over, be completely new and could be whoever you wanted to be. 

In just two months time you guys had packed up your flat and shipped your things over to America, your mother already having arranged a place that was only a short 15 minute drive from the hospital. 

''Mum, can you hear me!?'' You called out once more, knowing she couldn't be too far in front of you. You sighed to yourself, and began to move up the stairs again, wanting to pop these boxes down as soon as you can. 

You walked up the next set before calling out one last time. 

''Mum please! I only have so many limbs!'' You laughed silently to yourself once you finished, hearing the sound of her voice chatting excitedly away with an unknown voice. You smiled to yourself slightly annoyed but continued walking along, seeing your apartment door just straight ahead. You spot your mum and groaned causing her to spin to you and smile.

''There you are darling! Pop those down and come meet our lovely new neighbour!'' She was awfully chipper for someone who had spent the past three hours lugging boxes in and out of this very hot, stair riddled apartment block. You smiled to the short brunette standing next to your mum before waling through the open apartment door, popping the boxes down on the kitchen floor. You whipped the perspiration from your forehead before heading back out the door. 

''Y/N this is May, May this is my daughter Y/N'' You sent a warm smile to the brunette and extended your hand to shake. 

''Oh, very formal'' She stated with a small laugh emitting from her lips. 

''I would give you a hug but that's probably not a good idea right now'' You stated, glancing down to the hugs sweat stain across your t-shirt. A warm smile crept over her face as she let out a light laugh, smiling from ear to ear. 

''That's no worries dear'' You often hated being called dear, seeing it made you feel like a child yet from her it was more of an endearment which made you smile. 

''How would you guys like to join us for dinner tonight? My treat'' May had asked politely, glancing over to your mother. She beamed from ear to ear and happily agreed. You were happy to see her making some new friends already. 

''Oh god, yes please'' You found yourself speaking. Your mother quickly turned to you and raised her eyebrow slightly. However May just laughed, seeing the similarities between her nephew and you. You blushed and glanced down to the ground. 

''I mean... If that's not any trouble'' You spoke out shyly, realizing you came across rude. Both your mother and her just laughed softly at your response and glanced over to each other.

''Hey mum, There's still a few more boxes to go'' You quickly spun around to tell your mum, just realizing why you had originally came up here. She glanced to you and gave you a sincere smile.

''Really?'' You asked jokingly, knowing what that smile meant. May just watched the interaction between the two, loving the bickering between mother and daughter.

''For your beautiful slender mother?'' She sugar coats, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. 

''For my beautiful slender mother who'll possibly get me a thickshake and muffin from the cafe across the street if I do this deed for her?'' You sugar coated back, knowing the right way to get to her. May couldn't help but to laugh admiringly at the pair.

''I think that can be sorted'' Your mother spoke causing a huge smile to spread across your lips. 

''Then outta my way, super girl is on a mission!'' You sang out happily, moving past your mother and May as the both of them now began to laugh at your antics. 

''My nephew should be home any minute from school, he'll give you a hand?'' May offered politely. You were already travelling down the stairs with a hop to your step, already imagining the taste of a nice cool chocolate thickshake to tickle your taste buds. 

''I'm on it but thank you!'' You called out as you bounded the stairs, two at a time. The elevator from the side, which you have completely missed had dinged, a brown haired boy stepping out with his ear phones plugged into his ears. He was humming softly to himself but stopped once he realised his Aunt May was outside the apartment talking to a an unknown woman. 

''Hey Pete! How was school?'' Aunt May had question him, sending a warm smile his way. He smiled back and shrugged, glancing over to the woman with a curious expression. 

''School was school.. I have a lot of physics homework to-'' Peter was cut short once he felt his spidey sense beginning to tingle slightly. His eyebrows furrowed curiously, glancing down to the stairs to someone walking up them, struggling to carry what looked to be two very heavy boxes. He could tell what was about to happen and his eyes widen, so did the womans and Aunt May's. Peter quickly popped his backpack down and rushed over to the stairs, quickly catching the boxes before they managed to fall onto the ground. 

You had sighed in relief when the boxes fortunately didn't collide with the ground, instead stopped mid air. You couldn't see over the boxes seeing they were stacked on top of each other but now you could and you could notice a mop of brown hair in front. 

''Thank you so much, mum would kill me if anything inside these boxes had broken'' You spoke up out of breath, thankful to the kind stranger.

''No problem'' You heard a boy's voice reply back. Hang on, he sounded fairly young, he sounded like a teenager. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and leaned against the railing, trying to peek a look. With the railing bar being so low you had leaned a little to far, a squeal emitting from your lips as you could feel your body begin to fall over the railing. 

Peter quickly switched the moxes into one hand before wrapping an arm around you to stop you from falling over, his arm circling around your waist. His eyes widened once he saw you, instantly beginning to blush furiously. 

Holy hell he had just saved the most gorgeous girl he had ever let eyes on from falling down the stairs. Could his day get any better?

You had unknowingly gripped onto his sweater for support, leaning against him as he held you while you steadied yourself. Your eyes were closed, almost a little too afraid to open them. 

''Am I dead yet?'' You couldn't help but to smile once you hear a soft voice laughing back at you, sending a rush of tingles through your body at the beautiful sound. You slowly opened your eyes and glanced up, just noticing how close you were to the kind stranger. 

''Oh my god I'm so sorry!'' You squealed jumped back from the very cute boy in front of you who looked a little red in the cheeks. Probably from saving your clumsy self. 

''I-it's fine'' His voice stuttered slightly. He had honestly enjoyed the warmth that had spread from your body and over to his. Wait.. what the hell? He literally just had met you two seconds ago? 

You couldn't help but to smile at how adorable it sounded from him. Peter had popped the boxes down so you quickly looked past him and over to your mum and May who were quietly talking to each other, glancing at the two of you. Great. Your mum winked at you causing you to blush and drop your head away from her gaze before you could hear both of them begin to laugh. Peter's head snapped around to face his Aunt and the woman who were snickering to each other, glancing at the two teens with knowing looks. peter blushed and glanced away from his Aunt's stare.

''Are you okay?'' He asked the beautiful girl in front of him nervously, trying to keep the stuttering out of his voice. You had glanced up and smiled with a small blush at the boy, feeling a wave of warmth and butterflied begin to form inside your stomach. You couldn't help it, the way he was shyly looking at you made you felt all warm and giddy inside form some strange reason. 

''Yeah I'm fine- I mean I-m good, hey I'm alive? I didn't fall to my death or anything right? My limbs are all in my place and I'm still breathing-'' You cut yourself off abruptly with another blush, knowing you had began rambling on. Peter couldn't help but to smile at you, finding it the cutest thing he has seen all day. He was glad he wasn't the only one nervous, of course he was, he was standing and talking to the most beautiful girl on the planet!

''And I'm completely rambling like a lunatic'' You concluded with a sigh, smiling nervously at the boy you still had no clue who he was. 

''It's okay, it's kinda cute'' You blushed at the compliment and watched as his eyes widen into saucers, not believing he has just said that aloud. 

''Uhhh I mean- uMM-'' You cut him off with a small laugh, feeling the giddyness and warmth inside you grow more and more. 

''Im Y/N'' You introduced yourself, extending your hand outwards with a blush and a smile. He glanced up and smile, matching your blush with his own.

''Parker-'' His eyes widen once more as your furrow together in confusion with a soft smile. 

''Parker! No Peter, Peter Parker'' He concluded, his blush growing even more red. He glanced back down at the ground embarrassed. You smiled so wide it began to hurt your cheeks.

''Well thank you Parker Peter Parker'' You spoke up softly with your smile never once leaving your face. Peter had glanced up and smiled at what you had said, a warmness beginning to fill up his whole body at the way you said his name. He liked it coming from you. 

''Come on kiddies!'' Your mum had sang out happily, embarrassing you even further. Peter glanced up at his Aunt and blushed even more, he didn't think it was possible to even blush this much in the span of ten minutes. He watched his Aunt May send a wink his way with a smile before slipping back into their apartment, followed by the woman. 

''Sorry about my mum she can be...'' You trailed off. 

''Embarrassing? Same with my Aunt May'' Aunt May... He must be the nephew she was talking about! She didn't he was this sweet and well... dashing. You began to blush at your own thoughts. 

You were going to be living next door to a total cutie who had already captured your attention without even trying. He seemed so shy and quiet which only seemed to draw you in even more. 

You brushed past him softly and smiled once you felt his hand softly graze yours causing tingles to erupt inside of you once again at the contact. You continued onward and left the smile on your face, a subtle hop to your step as you walked. 

Peter watched from behind and smiled to himself at the thought of you. He quickly shook himself out of his thoughts and followed behind you, completely forgetting about the boxes that were lying on the stairs that were the cause of this entire encounter.

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A/N: I was trying to make this fluffyyyyyyyy, comment what you guys think! I always love to hear feedback, good and bad! 

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[janusthesneakysnakeboi]

Florida Prep Host Club Part 1

(Ouran High School Host Club AU - but gayer)

Ships: Prinxiety mainly (for this part at least)

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, deceit mentions, self harm mentions (from a song)

Words: 1652

Note: This AU was based on a post @could-always-be-gayer-2 wrote and I jumped on it. Also I know Florida Prep Academy is a legit place, I didn’t realize that when I was writing this, and this has nothing to do with the actual school. This is also my first Sanders Sides fic so… yeah. (Song used (in bold) is Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued by Fall Out Boy). Enjoy! :)

Ok, first day was pretty good. I mean people stared at me, but what do you expect from these too happy rich kids who now share a school with someone poor, like me. I mean, I wouldn’t have been able to even come here had it not been for my academic scholarship. Speaking of, I should find a quieter place to study than that library - who knew, the place where you’re supposed to be quiet is probably the loudest place in the school. I didn’t know my way around Florida Prep Academy yet, but I guessed I’d be learning quickly. If this place is anything like my last school, I better start scoping out the hiding places now.

I put the hood of my hoodie over my head and turned on some music that always seemed to calm me. What can I say? It’s something about dark - aka “emo” - music that really kept my anxiety in check. I guess the screaming was it - too loud for any thoughts to enter.

I turned my music down as I got to what appeared to be a vacant hallway - I don’t even think I remember seeing any classes down here. I paused my music as I approached Theater Room 3, figuring if there were any theater clubs here, they’d be in the first 2 rooms. I pressed my ear up to the door, and couldn’t hear much of anything. So, I opened the door, and went to press play on my very old and outdated iPhone 5s - which was pretty much out of the 16GB of storage it came with in 2014, and only really good for music, messaging (not like I had anyone to message though) and internet occasionally - when I heard 6 masculine voices start to speak in sync, as if they rehearsed it millions of times already before I walked in. It took me a minute to process what they all just said, but when I did, I almost dropped my phone in shock.

“Welcome to the Florida Prep Host Club!” The six people I was faced with all said at once.

“Umm… What is this? This seems like a sad little club,” I mused, looking around and realizing it was just the 7 of us in this large theater room. The one wearing a crown - why? - looked really offended by what I had said, and I could tell I was going to get a dramatic introduction to this club or whatever I walked in on.

“I apologize, you must not be familiar with the concept of a host club. The basic premise of a host club is that lovely people, like me, who have way too much time on their hands volunteer to entertain even lovelier people, like yourself, who also have way too much time on their hands. This one in particular is rather special you see. As the prep school with the highest number of  LGBTQ students, we took it upon ourselves when making this club that we would be very accepting of that community, and find most of our hosts and guests are in some way part of the community themselves.”

I felt my eyes widen in shock. How did I not know this was a rainbow school? You probably just expected everywhere you go to be Transphobia City, located in the great state of Homophobia. I didn’t realize the crown guy was still talking, until he was introducing the club members to me.

“Take your pick. We have the hard on the outside, soft on the inside guy, who also happens to be very gay, and bigender, if either of those strike your fancy,” when the crown dude spoke, a guy wearing a sweater and a yellow tie - probably a code for their gender identity of the day - waved awkwardly. “Don’t worry though, they are much less awkward once you have a conversation with them.”

“Wha-”

“Well, if you’re not into them, maybe the lovable, childlike one? Or how about the mischievous twins? Or the calm, cool, and collected, organized nerd over there? They may be straight, but they are very kind.” As he spoke, various people greeted me, and I tried to associate personalities with faces, until I realized I knew 0 of the 7 names I needed.

“Who even are you people!” I shook with nervousness, and became even more on edge when I realized I shouted at all these rich people who could end me in one second. I saw the “calm” one with glasses walk towards me, his blank, unreadable expression setting me off even more, and I broke into a run away from all of them on the far side of the room. I shakily tried to open my phone to put some music on when the shorter, “childlike” member came running towards me, slipping underneath a cautionary hand to race toward me. I panicked and, without looking behind me, I backed up rather quickly, and tripped on a cord that was probably either not plugged in or connected to microphones or something. To my misery, I fell back into a little table that had one thing on it.

Emphasis on had.

I heard a crash behind me and immediately curled into a ball, pressing play on a random Fall Out Boy album - the last thing I had open on my screen, and heard the title track to From Under the Cork Tree begin to play, and felt a cautionary hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see all the host club members looking on edge, but like this wasn’t unusual. They probably all pity you. Because they know you tr- written on my wrist says ‘Do not open before Christmas.’ We’re only liars- they are all lying to you. They just want you to have a false sense of security and hope. I mean it’s not like they have any pride flag- Then I saw it. The whole wall was covered in almost every pride flag imaginable. I look at the other wall, and noticed they are separated by gender identity and sexuality, so you wouldn’t be confused as to where your flag was. I looked to the left and right, and saw my flags. I smiled, and the person sitting in front of me smiled, realizing I had changed my expression from I imagine pure panic to a calmer one.

“Hi there. Are you okay? Are you feeling overwhelmed?” Patton’s voice was calm, trustworthy, nice. I smiled at him, and shook my head.

“I was before, but I think I’m better now. Thanks…” I bit my lip, looking away, embarrassed at myself for my actions. Patton helped me up off the ground, and when I stood up I remembered the crash, and looked behind me. “Oh no… was that valuable?” I turned around, and one of the twins was standing directly behind me.

“Oh no, it wasn’t extremely valuable at all. It was very inexpensive, barely cost us a penny. It also holds zero sentimental value.”

“Yo, don’t listen to them. They’re completely pulling your leg. But yeah sis, this was going to be auctioned off at the Grand Florida Auction for $420,000. That was just the starting bid.” The other twin with blue sunglasses on was now behind me, standing very close to the shattered porcelain. Seeing it all shattered and hearing the price for it made me wince a little.

“And, as you are so rich, we know you’ll have no problem paying us back. In fact, don’t even worry about it! I’m sure there’s no other way to repay us for that cheap glass you broke.”

“Hey, lay off! Give ‘em some time to get used to this all before confusing ‘im.” The sunglasses twin scolded.

“Now, if you would like my input, I would say that as we do not expect someone like you to have that kind of money, as you cannot seem to afford a school uniform. However, there are many ways one could repay debt.”

“Yes! Beautiful work my dear pocket protector! And I have just the idea. You are now officially the Host Club’s dog!”

Oh no, what did I just get myself into…

I nodded solemnly, and then the smallest one came running up to me again. “Yay!! I’m so glad you’re a host with us! Logan! We should all introduce ourselves!” And then I saw someone - Logan I would assume - nod.

“Ah yes. Maybe not all at once, as to not overwhelm our newest host more. However yes, I am Logan, they/them pronouns please. And yes, as mentioned I am a heterosexual, and feel attraction towards females. And-”

“- I’m Patton! He/Him pronouns kiddo, except on the rare days where I might ask you guys to use they/them, but those days don’t happen often.” Patton smiled at me, and I looked around to see everyone staring at me.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Then, I saw the crown guy come next to Patton, and smirk. “What Princey?” I sneered. I didn’t know what it was about him, but something didn’t feel right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to- no, it wouldn’t make sense but of course, when does anything I think ever?

“Princey? I kinda like it. However, my official title is King of the Florida Prep Host Club, but you can call me Roman. He/him pronouns, por favor~” I would never admit that his wink had any affect on me at all. Never.

“So? What’s your name kiddo? At least tell us your pronouns, so we don’t upset you!” Patton spoke, and I shrunk into my hoodie, hoping I could disappear into the grey and black threads. “Oh, I’m sorry kiddo, are we overwhelming you again? Everyone, give the poor kiddo some space-”

“I’m not your kiddo. I’m no one’s kiddo.” I mumbled, turning to walk away. “I’ll be back tomorrow, only to repay my debt.”

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I’m probably gonna continue this, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the future!

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Also yeah while im on the subject

I really hate fantasy settings where magic is limited by biological sex. Because usually its used to enforce some sort of stupid gender stereotype that the writer believes is "biologically innate" rather than predjudice, by making up a world where it actually is biologically innate. Or its like "oh but women cant do those jobs" but again, a made up excuse for it to be LITERALLY TRUE. And usually they either dont even touch on the subject of trans and gay people (since it often conflates heterosexuality with gender...) or else it actually does bring it up and just creates a cavalcade of even more everything-ism...

Like i mean i love the game Jade Coccoon and considering it came out in the early 2000s i can understand it being more sexist, and its supossed to be a dark game anyway and a lot of the societal structures in Syrus Village are meant to be wrong and evil even if the characters act like its the way the world should be. The villain of the game is basically the toxic atmosphere of your shitty town and their paranoia of things they don't understand. Tho that means the player kinda has no motivation to finish it cos the main conflict is also saving those same villagers from dying and theyre all fucks. Anyway i'm going offtopic! What i mena is that i dont think it was a particularly sexist example of the inexplicable gender segregated magic trope. But just cos its a fave game of mine im gonna pick it to talk about anyway. Hope i dont sound too negative on it, cos seriously i love it loads!

Ok so to use Jade Cocoon as an example, here its a thing that only men can be cocoon masters and only women can be nagi. Tho it also gets a bit complicated because nagi is also an ethnicity as well? Its kinda like being romani, they're a race of displaced people who travel the world giving their magical services to other countries while searching for their lost homeland, which you end up finding at the end of the game. So yeah its extra weird cos male children of the nagi race are born with no powers whatsoever and cant even become cocoon masters, yet they get the ruling position in this homeland place? Like thats a better metaphor for how christian societies work, honestly!

Anyway im going offtopic again!

Basically, cocoon master = adventurer dude who catches monsters, nagi = magician who purifies those monsters so you can use them in battle. So when you catch stuff it becomes an inventory item rather than being able to use it on your team right away. And also nagi women can fuse monsters together to make super badass new ones and basically the gameplay system works really well to make you believe your wife is absolutely necessary to your quest and you would die without her, even if she cant fight. And honestly its actually kinda romantic! I just wish it wasnt presented as this weird sacred heterosexuality arranged marriage nonsense where all women are physically unable to go to a dungeon and all men are physically unable to not fight every day. Or at least thats how the powers work and if you try and step out of that role you fuckin die. Like it would be romantic to have a couple of a battle partner and a supporter magician if they actually chose it, yknow?

And whats annoying is that they actually do bring up the subject of people defying gender roles and canonically state that you not omly die but bring a curse upon everyone and are hated forever. They dont mention trans or gay people, instead the excuse is that a man loved his wife so much that he tried to learn nagi magic to lift the burden from her. Cos oh yeaj women get 'punished' by god for doing this magic?? Cursed tattoos all over their body the more they use it, and everyone hates them and eventually they turn into a fairy and forget they were ever human. And in the japanese version you can actually fight other nagi women who met this fate, theyre just another monster that you can fight and capture. They were censored in english cos they looked like really racist stereotypes of black women! Ugh! So yeah anyway nice straight husband is punished by the magic straightness enforcing rules of the universe for loving his straight wife too much. So what is the even point? If a man tries to use nagi magic it creates the "black cocoon" of cursed doomness and blah. Literal punishment for not conforming to gender. Damned if you do, damned if you don't!

Anyway this setting always made me wonder about all the stuff it just glosses over with this implication that every one of these relationships worked out fine. Like even before we rub lgbtq topics all over a retro videogame, there's a lot of logical holes! Like seriously how many of these arranged marriages ended up loveless or abusive? How many women just didnt want to stay confined to one room forever and not even have anyone look at them because their magic markings are shameful yet its also shameful not to want to do it?? How many men were terrified of going out on this advebture fighting literal demigods sent by heaven to punish humans? How many of them just had no ability to fight and died immediately because of shitty traditions, while perfectly qualified women had to sit there and watch it happen? What if there werent enough straight men and women of the same age and people were forced into gross pedophilic shit or other horror scenarios just cos there has to be this one magical straight couple or the village dies? Whenever theres this stupid gender magic its ALWAYS portrayed as idyllic and never failing ever, unless *gasp* people dont follow the gendrules...

And then SERIOUSLY do no queer people exist in this universe?? Man i'd be so interested in their stories! I actually had an oc idea of a self insert version of me as a travelling merchant. Because maybe what if nonbinary people could do both sides of the magic at once and thus adventure alone without being tied to a village's straight marriage system? So i'd just go around purifying monsters and then be a place you could buy new and rare mons from other villages without having to catch them. Maybe an easier way to get the super rare drop fusion materials for tiger pattern and stuff? And like seriously itd be good to have a character to talk to who agrees that your village is made of assholes. I cant say its bad writing cos it was clearly intentional, but they shoulda at least put a bit more incentive to keep playing even if you didnt care about these people. Also it would help plug the plothole of how a village even survives if it doesnt have the required people to form this magical straight marriage. Have some mysterious enby avengers who travel all across the world and save everyone regardless of country! All we ask is you buy some of our lovely souveniers! Maybe a pet patalchu for your family? Seripusly why dont they ever show anyone using the purified monsters for anything other than fighting the unpurified ones? You'd think they'd be really useful in repairing the village and guarding the walls and like..regular industrial jobs. Help the place actually advance and not have to live day to day on scraps,bickering amoungst themselves as the monsters grow ever closer to breaking through. Hell, you could even have them help spin the cocoons for other monsters! If this magic only depends on having a dick or not, then cant we just dress up some animals in the magic straight marriage outfits? XD

And like aaaa man im getting so emotional just imagining a trans woman who's constabtly told she will literally bring about the apocolypse if she tries to fill the female role in this ritual. And then one day she tries to spin the magic silk and she thinks she's committing the ultimate sin and they were all right. But the magic responds to her touch, and she makes a spell more beautiful than any other woman in the village! It would probably be harder for a trans man cos the magic doesnt have so much of an immediate proof like that. Just going out and winning a fight with a monster can be called "dumb luck", and knowing these assholes they'd probably keep calling it dumb luck even after the thousandth time you save their life!

And man, i wonder how gay relationships would work in such an annoyingly strict system of enforced heterosexuality? Would it be like the magic isnt REALLY gender locked at all, and it can just be any couple with either partner taking either role? Or would it be that it is one magic per gender but the bigoted villagers were wrong about it being impossible to do things without both? Like maybe when you're going into battle alone as a single cocoon master you cant fight without catching other monsters. But when two cocoon masters love each other their magic is amplified and they become able to like.. I dunno.. Imbue each other with elemental strength so they can fight the monsters hand to hand? Cos really the elemental system is the only reason you cant do a no monsters run of the game as it is. Maybe since they cant purify monsters but they can still catch them, they equip the monsters as sort of a power rangers transformation? Or socket them like materia on their weapons? Or just if the world was less segregated into tiny sexist racist villages they could simply buy the purification coccoons from another local nagi, and villages without a coccoon master could buy the services of travelling ones. Oh, and maybe two nagi lesbians could be even more badass! Cos if they can only purify and not fight, maybe their double purification is so strong that they can just straight up walk into the forest and monsters don't attack them. They dont even need to do the full spell, they can calm a beastie's rage just by holding out their hand and patting it on the head. So they coukd be infinately more effective and not have to just tenporarily clear single travelling routes of a few monsters, but actually work towards slowly purifying the entire forest and creating a peaceful land again. Tho i mean the game did have a unique atmosphere with the whole 'no hope of ever beating them' aspect. It was unique to see a society formed around the idea of never going into forests or you Die. But magical lesbians and their family of a million pet dragons is honestly better!

And uhhhh ive gone all offtopic now and i camt stop thinking about how much i love magical lesbians with a million pet dragons

The End

[cuntyko]

woe is me, i'm the mixed chick from Euphoria

I can't help tho but feel like, and plz excuse my narcissism for a second, but damn did the writers really write rue after me... well its not really completely down to the detail... like my "father" isn't dead he's just a psycho I want nothing to do with,,, but the fatherlessness was still something in her character that I relate to. Also her whole vibe of not necessarily being popular but like everyone knowing who she is, even though she has like 2 friends. Also her innate masculine nature... I didn't appreciate that they had to give into the pressure and making her queer... I think it just continues to invoke the stereotype that if your a tomboy you're just gay or annoying and doing for male attention. I think it would be way more interesting if she was excactly how she was but like completely straight. Now that, that would be a kinda interesting take..

I've been kinda paranoid to talk about this topic, seriously last time I said anything controversial I got yelled at, was told I have real issues and I need "help", and anti black, that of which is obviously... true

No but guys I want this blog to be real... like Im not sure you can tell lol but im really not the best with censoring myself without sacrificing quality. But im going on a tangent, i'll make a separate post about that whole thing and my anti-woke awakening. (lol)

Andrew and I from time to time be in the middle of our normal endeavors, have a moment of self awareness and go " this is like so euphoria" but not in the way that girls will put on eyeliner that's like blue and think that they really are the epitome of angst. But like genuinely like we will sit their for a moment and be able to pinpoint the episode that out current predicament resembles.... but like we aren't popping opioids i wanna get that straight.

but if you know you know

Living in a larger metropolitan area, even if if you’re living the burbs you’re bound to have seen some shit... or know some people or something,,, idk maybe you're boring. Its always a possibility I'm not gonna discriminate against the boring.

I can't help tho but feel like, and plz excuse my narcism for a second, but damn did the writers really write rue after me... well its not really completely down to the detail... like my "father" isn't dead he's just a psycho I want nothing to do with,,, but the fatherlessness was still something in her character that I relate to. Also her whole vibe of not necessarily being popular but like everyone knowing who she is and her knowing knowing everyones business, even though she has like 2 friends. Also her innate masculine nature... I didn't appreciate that they had to give into the pressure and making her queer... I think it just continues to invoke the stereotype that if your a tomboy you're just gay or annoying and doing for male attention. I think it would be way more interesting if she was excactly how she was but like completely straight. Now that, that would be a kinda interesting take... especially with the odd relationship mixed girls/mixed women have with femininity and it's relationship with ones sexuality

I also have an oddly undying love and appreciation for my plug too... like seriously I like love that dude so much.

yea also I have an incredibly pale, queer best friend, with a strained relationship with his mother, however believe it or not I'm not in love with said pale gay man. we are like almost estranged siblings rather than casual lovers. And together we observe out fucked up town from afar, getting all the tea, but not really being active participants. Casually talking about our high school sexual predator teachers of past and present, the friend group of rapists, our friends with possible family ties that are probably less than legit, cautionary tales of our childhoods being raging narcissists, like DSM narcissists, like we've been stanning Dr. Ramani for years narcissists. Oh and lust over archived fashion!

Well we are not that wholesome but we keep out own escapades private, except from each other of course, but for the most part yea.... this all being the background to our respective New York City dreams when we finally make it out of sin city. point being... hbo run us OUR MONEY !!!!

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