#I am sorry I am sure you were hoping for better than this garbage

[skzhua]

Episode five.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Swearing, mentions of divorce, mentions of deceased parents, some cringey asf moments.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: I am beyond overwhelmed by the amount of love this series is receiving. It means so much to me, you have no idea. Thank you <3

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There were bad days, and then there were bad days. And Min Ho was clearly having the second one. After you slammed the door in his face, he dropped on the couch next to Q. He might have hoped a little that his friend was going to be of any moral support but he couldn't be any far from the truth. Q was still pissed at him. In fact, almost everyone he knew was.

Dae came back to the dorm after Q left to go to bed. Seeing Min Ho alone, he greeted him kindly.

"You're here. How was your day?"

"It sucked." Dae gave him a sad look as Min Ho let out a sigh. "It sucked."

He went to sit across him and gave him a sad smile. "What happened earlier, I'm sorry... Things are crazy these days."

"I know, that's why I'm trying to help you." he said in frustration. "Why are you keeping secrets from me? You didn't even tell me you were dating Yuri all summer... And why did you tell Kitty about Poopy Baby?"

Dae gulped, not saying anything back.

"Are you really my friend?"

He let himself fall back on the seat in defeat. "I'm such garbage."

"Well, at least you know that."

"Hey. You still have feelings for her, right?" he was replied with a hum. "If I can be honest, I saw something today. On the Internet. Randomly! Accidentally!"

There was a pause before Dae hopped on his chair as he suggested they play Overwatch. After agreeing to order hot wings and do face masks, Kitty walked in and rushed to go see Q in his room. Dae's stare lingered to the door and Min Ho snapped him out of it.

Overhearing it all, you heard them call Kitty out of the room to show her something. Curiosity got the best of you, so you joined the others and walked up behind Q to watch what was going on. The sight horrified you. Why would someone stream their roommate in their sleep?

"What? My roommate put me on some weird website as I was sleeping." Kitty scoffed.

"I don't see the appeal." Min Ho sighed.

"And yet you somehow found the site."

He looked at you as you grabbed his attention but only received a death stare from your part. You definitely needed to work on your weird dynamic.

"Kitty, you should move." Dae said, more like an command than a suggestion. "You can't live with this girl anymore."

Q nodded. "Yeah, I agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy."

She huffed. "I tried but there is no other room."

"Uh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now." Min Ho offered although he was well aware this wasn't an option.

"I can't afford that for an entire semester."

"I'm sure Dae can hook you up with a discount at Han Hotels."

"Shut up, Min Ho." you said, growing more annoyed with him by the second.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Just trying to help."

"You helped enough today."

Before another argument broke, Q's face brightened as an idea popped in his mind. He offered to switch rooms with Dae for Kitty to come live with the rest of you again. In secret. Though unsure, she agreed because of how much she couldn't take her roommate anymore.

Chuseok used to be your favourite day of the year. You would have a delicious meal with your parents at home, free of worries and problems. Your mom's japchae was what truly kept the tradition living. Needless to say, their death definitely left its mark on you but it became easier with time. And tomorrow, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest. At least try to.

Kitty had spontaneously offered to organize a Chuseok for the expats of the school and begged you to help her out. You would have turned it down but her pleas were almost getting on your nerves that you gave in. She asked you about traditional meals you'd cook with your own family and you put together a list of ingredients she would need to buy. As the list only got longer, you opted to go grocery shopping together.

"Can you get soy sauce? I'll get the gochugaru."

You went to the end of the aisle as she called out for you to ask which kind of sauce she needed to get. Being already in front of the gochugaru, you assumed she could wait a second more for you to pick it up. You crouched down to get it off the shelf. Satisfied with the brand you chose, you got up and were greeted by Min Ho standing in front of you, a basket in hands. His shoulders dropped as you stared back at each other, you doing the same.

"You're seriously everywhere." he complained.

"It's not like I intend on seeing you everywhere."

Kitty came next to you with her cart, having picked out herself a random bottle of soy sauce. "Min Ho."

"And Kitty? You two are like my own sasaengs." he scoffed which Kitty seemed to not have understood.

"What's a sasaeng?" she asked, confirming your thoughts.

"Like a very obsessed fan." you explained. "But we're not."

"Yeah, sure." he smirked at you.

"What are you even doing in a grocery store?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah." you added. "Shouldn't you be on a yatch being rich and annoying?"

He faked a smile. "My dad is doing that with wife number three with her new fillers. I have decided to stay here as a favour to all women who want a piece of me this Chuseok."

He sent you a look before pulling a box of chocolates out of his basket. You could do nothing but roll your eyes at how pathetic it looked.

"Strawberries and chocolate? I'm going to be sick." Kitty said in a boring tone.

"I'm sure Lulu would appreciate it."

This caught your attention. "Lulu? The pop star? You got her to be one of your Min Hoes?"

He scoffed as his infamous smug look appeared. "That's cute, puppy. And she's only the fastest rising popstar in the country."

"And?" Kitty said, not sure what point he was trying to make.

He held up his phone to show you a picture of Lulu but you only frowned.

"We've been flirting since her trainee days." he justified.

"What a surprise." you said sarcastically.

Nonetheless, you couldn't ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It felt like it was ripping apart and you only hoped it didn't mean what you thought it meant.

"She's on break from tour for the holiday. Even K-Pop stops for Chuseok." he continued.

"Okay." Kitty said, unimpressed.

Min Ho analyzed the content of your cart and frowned at you. Taking a pack that laid on top of the rest of your items, he showed it to you.

"Do you even know what to do with this?"

You snatched it back from him. "We're fine, thanks."

"I am admittedly entering new territory but with the help of TikTok, Y/N, and a positive attitude, I'll manage just fine." Kitty said and you facepalmed. "If not, I've won awards for my mashed potatoes."

She was about to push her cart forward and walk away but Min Ho stopped her. "No, no, no. As a Korean national, I cannot in good conscience let you desecrate my native cuisine like this."

"You do know I'll be doing most of the cooking, right?" you asked.

He acted as if he hadn't heard you and dropped his basket in your cart before removing Kitty from her spot to push it himself. "Do you want to poison your classmates or do you need my help?"

"Min Ho." you exhaled.

"This is me being kind right now."

Kitty sighed. "Fine. But I'm still making my mashed potatoes."

You and Min Ho groaned at her words and walked towards the next aisle. She followed behind in panic, telling you to not mess her system up.

While she was watching you two add products to the cart, you kept on bickering on anything really. Disagreeing on certains articles, disputing over a certain dish he wanted to cook, complaining about what you wanted to make...

You managed to go up to the cash register and he insisted on paying for it all. Having fought enough with him, you didn't protest and he helped you and Kitty with getting everything back to the dorm.

You got up from bed earlier than usual, wanting to focus on the side dishes you planned on making. It was going to take a while to get everything done so the sooner you started, the better.

What you didn't expect was to see Min Ho already standing in the kitchen as he dressed in a black tank top with a funny-looking apron over it. He didn't see you right away but he was quick to do so when you let a laugh slip out of your mouth.

"Well, well. Who's decided to be an early bird this morning?" he snickered, referring to your usual moody self when you wake up.

"Looks like we've had the same idea. I wanted to start cooking right away." you said as you went to stand next to him. "Need help?"

He shook his head. "I'm good. You can start on the budae jjigae, though."

Doing as told, you took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and Min Ho moved his own material to leave you space to work. It was silent but unlike normally, it felt nice. You almost dared to think that you liked being this comfortable with him.

"What's this?" you asked about the basket on the stool.

"My mom got it for me, my love language is gifts."

"I would have never guessed." you joked.

"She sent it from Los Angeles since she couldn't be here." He looked down. "We usually spend Chuseok together."

You smiled sadly. "It must suck, I get that. My parents and I never missed Chuseok together. Well, until... yeah."

"Right."

He cleared his throat to ease the tension and continued to chop his onions. You watched him go at it and were pleasantly surprised by his skills.

"I would have never guessed you knew how to cook. Nor would I have expected you to help Kitty. I suppose you can be nice."

He gave you a side eye. "I'm famously anti-Kitty, I'm only doing this to honour our traditional food properly."

"Try to convince me. You have a soft spot."

He chuckled while shaking his head. "Well, if you want me to be nice so badly, should I ask if you're okay?"

You cocked your head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"With your parents and all. I bet it's not easy."

You nodded. "Yeah, definitely a difficult holiday." you breathed out.

"I'm sorry but can I ask what happened?"

You looked at him and saw his eyes softened. "It's..." you hesitated. "They had a business trip and never came back." you kept it short

He rubbed your arm and you shivered at the contact. "That's awful. I'm sure they're looking after you. They must be proud."

Your breath hitched as you felt his head hover yours. You didn't dare to look up but you knew he was looking at you.

"Thank you, Min Ho."

You felt him breathe on the top of your head. It was unsteady and hot, you felt like you were about to melt.

"Good morning." Kitty yawned, coming to join the two of you.

You jumped away from each other and focused back on your tasks, attempting to forget what had just happened. "Hey, slept well?"

"I guess." she yawned again. "Oh, Pepero." she said excitedly and reached out to get it from Min Ho's gift from his mother.

He slapped her hand away. "Don't."

Hours of cooking went by and you were happy to have almost forgotten about your moment with Min Ho. Almost. Having finished with your budae jjigae, you sat at the stool and watched Kitty make her mashed potatoes. Growing bored, you connected your phone to the speakers and scrolled through your playlists to find something to add to the ambiance. After selecting one song, you heard a phone buzzing. Min Ho took his device out and smiled as he replied to a text.

"Confirmed Lulu will be at the premises at 8pm." he said with a smirk before putting his phone away.

Your stomach felt weird again.

"I'm sure she'll love the chocolate." Kitty smiled sarcastically.

"The chocolate was actually for," he began to say and moved his gaze to focus on you. "someone else."

Kitty eye-judged him as she kept mixing her potatoes.

"Hey, don't judge." he exclaimed. "Not all people need to be star-crossed lovers to be compatible. Like, hot people, for example." he pointed to himself. "We can, and want to play the field."

You mentally thanked him for saying that as it gave you a reminder that he was nothing but a jackass. That helped the weird tug in your belly go away.

"That's because you haven't found your perfect match." she looked at you for a second and you coughed in disapproval.

Min Ho grunted. "I've found many, many matches."

"I'm just saying, I've seen the magic when people find the one." she smiled to herself.

"That's sweet to think, Kitty." you said in a bored voice, not believing in what she was saying.

"Y/N's right. My parents both thought they found the one." Min Ho continued. "They were the 'it' couple. Beautiful, young starlet. Chaebol heir. The tabloids literally called them the perfect match. Look at them now."

Visibly, the divorce of his parents seemed to have impacted him more than he would admit. You kind of felt bad but, again, this was Min Ho. He didn't deserve your empathy.

"I'm sorry." you let yourself spill out unintentionally.

He shrugged. "Whatever."

Kitty coughed to clear the atmosphere and served him a bowl of her potatoes for him to taste. He took a spoonful of it and hummed as it was better than he thought.

"It must be weird to have people know all about your family." you continued on topic.

You were glad that he didn't mind keeping on telling you about it. "They think they know, they don't really. That's my point."

You nodded in agreement and he continued.

"There's really only one thing that matters at the end of the day."

"Which is what?" Kitty asked curiously.

"The truth." he responded as if it was obvious.

You helped Kitty with organizing the place. As more people came to her gathering, you welcomed everyone nicely by offering them drinks. You saw Q and Florian arrive and joined Kitty's side to say hello.

"Wow." Q breathed out in amazement. "People are calling this Chingu-seok."

"What?" Kitty asked and you were starting to wonder if she really was working on her Korean like she told you she was.

"It's a pun with chinggu, which means 'friends' and Chuseok." Florian explained. "You started a new tradition."

She was in awe but it was ruined when her eyes spotted Professor Lee. "Oh, no. Why is he here?"

"Because he's sad and lonely." Min Ho answered making you almost choke in your orange juice. "Mind helping me, Y/N?"

You followed him to the main table where you had placed the food dishes. He passed you a bowl of cold noodles and asked you to bring them to a table. As he was placing a plate himself, Madison appeared out of nowhere and waved at him.

"Min Ho, hi."

He shut his eyes closed, clearly not wanting to converse with her. "Hello, Madison."

"I wasn't expecting you to be here." she frowned but then noticed the plate he was holding. "Oh my God, you cooked."

"Yes, but I'm not staying long. Got a date tonight."

You had heard enough and moved to the entrance to invite people in. The weird knot in your belly came back and you absolutely hated it. You hated even more that Min Ho was seemingly the cause of it.

"Y/N!" he called out for you again.

With a lack of enthusiasm, you came to him and he asked you to put the plates away with him. Madison had left so you saw no problem in giving him a hand. Happy with the result, you went to Kitty's table together and stopped to look for which seat to take. You sat at the edge of the table, two seats away from your professor. Although awkward, Kitty was going to be in front of you anyway. Plus, you were only there to enjoy the food.

"Hey."

You raised an eyebrow at Min Ho. "You're sitting here? Willingly?"

He repositioned himself on the seat next to you and shook his head. "No. Yes? Just drop it."

"My bad."

Q insisted for Kitty to make a toast and she did a great job as she mentioned sweet thoughts such as gathering together and her mother. She ended her speech with a 'cheers' and you clang your drinks together. With Min Ho's first.

"Happy Chuseok, little pup." he nudged your shoulder. "Thank you for the food."

"Thank you to you too." you smiled.

You started to serve yourself and were, honestly, overwhelmed by how much food there was. You wanted to taste each one of them.

"Can you pass the japchae?" Min Ho asked Q.

Your head rose from the mention of this specific food. "You made japchae?"

He put it down in front of you two. "Yeah, first thing this morning. Didn't you see?"

You shook your head as a no. "I haven't eaten that in years."

Min Ho brought your plate closer and dumped some in it. "Dig in."

The last time you had actual good japchae was at your last Chuseok with your parents. None had own up to it so far and you were curious to see if his cooking skills were as good as he claimed them to be. You took a bite and chewed slowly. Your eyes grew bigger and you shook his shoulder.

"This tastes exactly like my mom's."

He chuckled. "Really? She might have sent you my way so you could taste it."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

He shrugged. "I'm just saying." he checked his phone quickly. "I'm off... to fulfill my destiny."

"Ah, Lulu?" you asked and he wiggled his eyebrows at you while getting up.

"Can't wait to read about it tomorrow." Q commented.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Kitty stopped him.

"Hello, hot date with popstar? Later, sasaeng." he tapped her head and walked away.

You felt disappointed he left. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. To suppress the annoying tingle that seemed to never go away from your chest, you focused on the japchae. Taking more and more bites of it, you reminisced your parents. You missed them terribly. But you were convinced they were watching you and you wanted to make them proud. Min Ho said they would be, after all.

And there it was again, Min Ho coming to your mind. You tried to shake it off but he simply wouldn't go away. And now you pictured him being with his date at this exact moment...

Ping.

You took out your phone from your pocket and read the messages you had just gotten.

Min Ho: Y/N!

Min Ho: Y/N, answer!

Min Ho: Help me!

Min Ho: I don't know who else to call, come help me!

He was definitely going to be the death of you. Putting your pride aside, you left the dinner to head to the school's entrance. You looked around but there was no one. You yelled out his name a few times but you were left unanswered. As you were about to give up and go back to the others, Min Ho's head popped out of the bushes.

"What the hell did Kitty put in those potatoes?"

You looked at him curiously. "What the- Weren't you going out just now?"

"Y/N, answer, please."

You shrugged. "Milk, cheese... I heard her mention it."

He squinted his eyes in shame. "Really, that little piece of-"

"Min Ho." you stopped him but he then groaned in pain and you heard his tummy rumble. "Awe, Poopy Baby. Are you okay? Do you need help with the potty?" you teased him.

"Real funny." he said while his face stayed still. "Lulu could come any minute now. You have to get rid of her. She can't see me like this. But keep her hooked on me."

You scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

"If her fans find out, I'm done for."

"Sounds like a you problem." you replied and started to walk away.

The sound of a car brought your attention back to where Min Ho was and you immediately connected that this was Lulu. Cursing at yourself, you turned back on your heels and greeted the idol with a forced smile.

"Hi." you bowed at her as she stepped out of the car. "Min Ho's running late."

"Who are you?" she asked in a bored voice.

"Min Ho's fanclub president, first in line for a date night with him."

You wanted to die just then and there. Fanclub president, what were you thinking?

"Uh?" she said, confused.

"My date with him just ended. I can't believe I even got to see him up close."

And more will to bury yourself ten thousand miles deep.

"That jerk double-booked me?"

You smiled, almost afraid of what you were going to say next. "He is the most handsome guy at school. I'm not going to lie, he ruined me for other guys. He's just so... well, you know."

"Intriguing... But I refuse to come second. You tell him I come back at 6pm tomorrow night. And that he better clear off the rest of his schedule."

"Oh." was all that you could say.

"When he has a night with me, he won't be seeing anyone else after."

She got back into the car, not leaving you time to say something back, and took off. Min Ho scoffed in disbelief.

"How did you do that?"

"Talent?" you answered, although it came out more like a question. "You owe me."

"I know, I know."

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. "Well, I'll go now."

"Y/N, wait."

Halting on your steps, you looked at him, confused, and waited for him to go on. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at you.

"The chocolate. It was for you. You can take them when you get home."

You froze. "For me?"

"Yeah." he affirmed and finally looked at you. "As an apology for the other day when I yelled."

You let out a small laugh. "Love language is gifts, uh?"

He rolled his eyes. "Say thank you and we move on?"

"Thank you, Min Ho." you smiled.

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[arrowheadedbitch]

You know when you order a food from a place that isn't known for that food so it ends up being really bad?

Yeah, well, I just had the exact OPPOSITE of that problem, haha SUCK IT, LOSER! Loser loser loser loser. I just ordered chicken wings from Checkers/Rallys which is only known for good fries and okay burgers but OH MY GID THEY WERE SO GOOD???? I mean, like really good. I ate them like a raccoon in a garbage can except I was a person and I was at a fountain not a garbage can. My paper bag did fly away like a dinosaur never to be seen again halfway through the meal tho, which, rude. That was rude as hell. Also I have no idea where it went so sorry campus. And i had to eat the whole thing facing an awkward directikn because the wind is a bitch. Also they didn't give me any napkins even though it was fucking chicken wings so I had to lick my hand clean and hope the building with the bathroom was.still open because it's not like I could check the time!!! So I wobbled to the bathroom weilding building pretty sure it was open but not entirely sure and luckily it was open and since it's 8 o'clock at night not many people saw my barbecue covered goblin face which was good. And then I had to walk to the bathroom, wash my hands, use the bathroom, then wash my hands again because I am not about to get barbecue cause in my hooter, no THANK YOU and then I had to wipe down my face twice and it's still sticky which gross but I apparently had a cut on my finger which is now fused with the barbecue, oops, and then wait what was this post about again????

Checkers? Eating food from places that don't usually serve that food?

Oh yeah, um, so moral of.the story is don't order food that a place isn't known for unless that place is Checkers or Rallys and you are ordering chicken wings. But also be wary because I went to a Checkers right next to a big college so maybe mine is better quality than yours.

Checkers!

#i promise im not drunk #or high #or having a mental breakdown #though that would be nice #i wish i was having a mental breakdown #then maybe i could bang my brain back into place long enough to get theough the last month of school #actually maybe bang was a poor choice of word #ignore #that #Checkers!

[alfabusa]

Alfa, I know it's probably not the thing you *want* to hear necessarily, but things really just haven't been the same since TTS died. I miss it very much. Is there any hope, at all, or should I just be letting go?

Sorry to say but things are the same as they were when all this began. GW have made no changes to their intellectual guideline policies and, as far as I’ve heard from people in the know, it is unlikely to change in any near future.

We still do not want to risk continuing an animated fan-series against the explicit wishes of the company even if they for whatever reason do not enforce it. It just takes one errant manager to demand it enforced and all our work might be compressed in the garbage compactor. Working on things other than 40k is a safer and more worthwhile endeavour for us right now due to this.

That being said we do miss it, the new Tyranids look disgustingly tempting, Necromunda is still so fun and I am, admittedly, actively thinking of a way to do some Warhammer content again that does not break against their guidelines on my own time. It is a challenge for sure, and I make zero guarantees my experiments will ever surface, but it is a satisfying endeavour.

But if we DID do that, or IF a new policy was unveiled, we wouldn’t just give up on our current projects as they are a LOT of fun to work on, the ability to work on more than just one thing is neccesary, the viewerbase for our new stuff is fantastic and both their support and our internal changes have made us immensely more powerful.

I know that if we did return to Warhammer, we could make something better than anything we’ve made before. Until then though, please give our other stuff a shot, we are putting our all into it and we have confidence in its quality, ESPECIALLY our next project we’re hopefully releasing in June…

[woodlaflababab]

A rant on Aang being fed, this is half serious half a joke

Starting with the Headband episode where they go to a restaurant that is specifically for meat (as we hear Aang say 'oh, we're going to a meat place?' and based on how he doesnt join them, the place doesnt have any other options) despite 1/4 of their group being vegetarian.

And if that wasnt bad enough, when they brush off Aang, Aang says, and I quote

"I'll just get some lettuce out of the garbage."

And they accept this???? And leave him??? They don't act like this is exactly out of the ordinary? How often is Aang going dumpster diving for food???? Like, what a weird fucking throw away line.

And then

What was he eating during the painted lady episode? Bc all sokka was buying was poisoned fish and clams. I hope they just, had rations, and they were just,,,, choosing to eat poison fish instead of said rations, bc the alternative, is Aangs been on his own foraging plants around a dead river for however many days they were there. Katara over here extending their stay like, hell yeah pop off katara, save those people, but also, she had to know Aang didn't have shit to eat right???? Aang’s not eating the berries, wtf is he eating? Katara you found edible berries? And didn't tell Aang?????

And I don't remember him complaining abt any of this, like, kid, child, you are in one of the most rapid stages of growth and are doing the physical work of mASTERING THREE ELEMENTS IN NINE MONTHS, sustenance is, in fact, a necessity

Catch anti-aang ppl coming out here and saying Aang should've just stopped being so picky, that if he really wanted to eat, he'd have eaten what was available and how the others aren’t responsible for making sure he's fed. That sounds exactly like some shit anti aangers would say.

And you know who it also sounds like? SOKKA

MY BOY

HOW CAN YOU DO THIS

He looks at the vegetarian whos a vegetarian bc of his dEAD CULTURE/RELIGION and goes "just stop being vegetarian :) even the meat here eats meat :)"

Sokka I love you, but omg I want to punt you across a courtyard

Im sorry, but if my friend were to come up to me like "I'm a vegetarian, have been my whole life, it's the way a lot of my culture does things, its something I learned from family and friends who are all now dead" I'd be half tempted to become vegetarian myself just out of solidarity. Is that just me? Am I just gung ho on friendship? Hello? 

Also, fuck you @ bumi throwing a fowl leg at him knowing hes uncomfortable with touching meat. Theres gotta be better ways to prove hes an airbender than making him panic by throwing a dead animals leg at him

Justice for Aang man, feed the poor kid.

#aang #aang talks #woodlaflababab #atla

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Two = (Chapter List)

Jaune was the first off the airship. Shoving and shouldering his way through the waiting hopefuls to reach the nearest garbage bin, where he proceeded to finally empty his stomach.

????: Way to go, Vomit-Boy!

Jaune rolled his eyes, another nickname, at least it was better than some of the others he had been given. He ignored the laughter at his expense, and knelt down to open his duffle-bag. His cybernetic hand held the can of beer he had retrieved. With a tap of his thumb, he punched in the tab of the can.

????: Alcoholic beverages are banned from academy premises, Mr Arc.

Jaune looked at the busty woman, in a white blouse, purple cape, and pencil skirt. With her sunny blond hair up in a tight bun, she could at a distance be mistaken for his mother. He gave her a smirk and then proceeded to drain the can. Once empty, he crushed it and tossed it into the recycling bin.

Jaune: (Belch) No sense wasting it.

????: I am Professor Goodwitch. I shall be escorting you to the Headmaster for your... ahem... meeting.

Jaune: (Picking up his duffle-bag with his left hand.) Okay, lead the way.

A small explosion caused the pair to whip around. Glynda Goodwitch pulling out "Disciplinarian" while a pair of four inch spikes suddenly appeared from between the knuckles of Jaune's cybernetic hand.

Seeing a white haired young woman, berating a black haired girl with red tips as she lay in a small crater, caused both of them to roll their eyes. But before Professor Goodwitch could say anything, Jaune moved forward. He shouldered the white haired woman, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.

Jaune: (Offering his human hand) Need help?

????: How dare you? Do you know who I am?

Jaune: (Looking over his shoulder as he helped the other girl to her feet) No, and don't care, Snowy. (Turning to the girl from the crater) You okay?

????: Thanks.

Glynda: Ms Schnee. Ms Rose. What is the meaning of this... disturbance?

Weiss: She knocked over my belongs and then set off an explosion!

Ruby: You were shaking around that vial of dust, and it made me sneeze!

Glynda: Enough. I do not have time for this type of childness! Both of you clean up this mess and report to the auditorium.

Weiss/Ruby: Yes, mam.

Glynda: And you, Mr Arc. Have a meeting to attend.

Jaune: (Rolling his eyes and shaking his head) Lead the way, professor.

/==/ 15 minutes later /==/

Ozpin: Mr Arc, it is a pleasure to finally meet you face to face.

Jaune: Um-ha. Yep. Whatever. Have you translated those passages?

Ozpin: Unfortunately, not yet. Doctor Oobleck has been working on it, but he feels he will need more time.

Jaune: Shit!

Glynda: Language.

Jaune: (Looks at Glynda) Well, sorry, for expressing myself. (Returns his attention to Ozpin) That is no good. We're kind of in a time crunch here.

Ozpin: Time crunch? What do you mean?

Jaune: I chased it off this evil three years ago...

Glynda: Is that the story you're using to explain murdering those people?

Jaune: (Snapping while reaching up and touching the pendant hanging about his neck) I didn't kill them! That... that... whatever it is, took them from me!

Glynda: So you say. You're nothing but a...

Ozpin: Enough. Mr Arc please. Why are we pressed for time?

Jaune: It's coming back. It's growing stronger, and it wants that book.

Ozpin: And how do you know this?

Jaune: I can see them. The shadows in the deep forest. They've been getting closer.

Ozpin: I see...

Jaune: No, you don't. Is the book safe? He knows not to read the book aloud?

Ozpin: Doctor Oobleck is following all of your directions to the letter.

Jaune: Go...

It was at that moment something slammed into the closed windows of Ozpin's office. It hit with enough force to startle all three occupants of the room, while also leaving a spider-web of cracks in the pane struck.

Jaune: Damn it! (Jaune crouched down and pulled a sawed-off double barrel shotgun from his duffle bag. Cracking it, he checked to make sure it was loaded, before with a flick of his wrist snapping it closed.) It's already trying.

Ozpin and Glynda had their own weapons drawn and watched as the young Arc moved forward, his shotgun held out before him.

Ozpin: What do you mean?

Jaune: Were you NOT listening? It wants the book! It wants the verses that will set it free, read out loud!

Glynda: That's not possible.

Jaune opened the window and on the sill was a small nevermore, its once red eyes milky white. Even with its head flopping about, it still attempted to fly, beating its wings ineffectively.

Jaune didn't waste any time and smashed the butt stock off his weapon down upon the stricken creature, smearing it into an inky paste.

#rwby #ash vs evil dead #horror themed #jaune arc #headmaster ozpin #glynda goodwitch

[lixiepeach]

Forever

Summary: As your relationship with Eddie changes, so do the relationships with others around you. As you navigate this new challenge, Eddie stands by your side, no matter what.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: Eddie lives, shitty parents, pregnancy, struggles of teen pregnancies, lots of language and arguments and emotions, Eddie being an A+ boyfriend, brief mention of past assault.

A/N: Well...it's been a minute. I apologize. I just wasn't sure where I was going with this part and then I lost interest for a bit. I finally sat down and just wrote an ending. It's utter garbage, but it's an ending.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

You haven’t moved. Slow tears still sliding down your cheeks as the sky lightens. The door opens, and for half a moment you’re looking hopefully for Eddie, but it’s not. It must have been later than you thought. The past few hours had gone by in a haze of tears and hope that Eddie would come back, take you into his arms and tell you everything is going to be okay. 

You stand from the couch, hastily wiping your tears from your cheeks then wiping your wet hands on your skirt. “Mr. Munson.” You greet Eddie’s uncle. You hadn’t even met him yet, Eddie wanting to save that until you were ready to reveal your relationship. “I’m-” 

“The girl Eddie hasn’t stopped talking about.” He says, looking you over. His gaze isn’t unkind, even though he had just walked into his trailer to find a stranger alone on his couch. 

“O-Oh.” You’re surprised. Eddie had been talking about you? “I’m sorry, I was hoping Eddie would be back by now. I must have lost track of time. I should go.” 

“Sit.” 

You drop back onto the couch before you can even make for the door. Mr. Munson sits in the chair next to the couch with a grunt, stretching his legs out. He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it. 

“Eddie’s been going on nonstop about you for the last couple months, ever since he beat up that boy for you.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I-I didn’t think it would-” 

He cuts you off again. “I’m not upset about him getting in trouble. I would have done the same thing. I’d still do the same thing now.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette. “You wanna tell me why you’re sitting here alone?” 

Of course, the last time he’d come home to find a girl alone in the trailer she was dead and Eddie was wanted for murder. You really hadn’t thought this one through. 

“I came over to talk to Eddie earlier.” You say, ready to tell him the truth. Ready to spill it all finally. “We’ve been seeing each other since before that incident. We didn’t want to tell anyone right away, since everything that happened, we thought it might be a bit too much too soon.” You wrap your arms around yourself, your gaze on the carpet in front of you. “I found out yesterday...I’m pregnant.” 

He’s quiet for a while. You had thought perhaps you would be telling Eddie’s uncle with him there, with support. Now you’re on your own. You supposed you’d be doing the same with your parents. Having to break the news that the perfect life they’d planned for you was now in the garbage. 

“It’s his?” He finally asks. 

“I don’t know.” You say honestly. “Shortly before I broke up with Matt, he...he assaulted me. Until I can go to the doctor and find out how far along I am, I don’t know for sure. Eddie deserved to know, even if it’s not his.” 

Mr. Munson leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I know Eddie. He’s a good kid. Misunderstood, but he’s a good guy. He cares about you. A lot. I knew just from listening to him you weren’t just some girl. I’ve had my suspicions for a while that there was something going on. Just give him time. This is life changing news.” You stand as Mr. Munson does. “I’ll talk to him when he does come back.” 

You nod, smiling just a bit. “Thank you, Mr. Munson.” 

“Call me Wayne.” He says, holding out his hand. 

You tell him your name, shaking his hand. 

You feel a bit better driving back. Though Eddie’s reaction had been a bit different from what you planned, it hadn’t been as brutal as you expected. Still, there was a chance he could come back and decide he didn’t want to be tied down by a baby and he’d rather leave you behind. You didn’t know what you’d do then. You knew your parents wouldn’t react as calmly as Eddie’s uncle. They may even go so far as to kick you out. Of course, you could always play the sympathy card and claim it’s Matt’s and tell them the truth of what happened. 

Your palms are sweating by the time you pull into the driveway. Your parents are undoubtedly already awake, probably going about their morning routine. You could slip in your window, pretend you hadn’t left at all. Something in you just can’t bear to keep hiding, perhaps the exhaustion from a sleepless night weighing on you as you get out of the car, walking in the front door. 

You drop the keys in the bowl, making your way towards the stairs. You had to pass the kitchen, where your parents were. 

“Honey? Is that you?” Your mother peeks her head around the corner, a frown pinching her perfectly shaped brows together. “Where were you so early this morning?” 

“I went to see someone.” You say. “I needed to talk to them.” 

Your mother steps closer, running her hands over your wrinkled t-shirt. “You smell like cigarettes. Have you started smoking?” She grabs your hands, turning them over as if they’d tell her the truth. 

“Mom!” You yank your hands away, tears brimming in your eyes. “I just want to go upstairs and take a long hot bath and maybe cry a while.” 

Her wide eyed expression smooths itself into a worried line as she nods slowly. “Okay.” 

You make your way up the stairs, not wanting to hesitate and risk an interrogation. You do as you said you were going to, sinking into a steaming bath, letting the tears flow freely once again. 

***

You spend all day in bed. You don’t bother changing out of your robe, crawling under your too soft sheets and letting yourself sink into the plush mattress. You had spent most of the day between sleep and thinking about how long you could hide the pregnancy until your parents noticed. You could start eating more, put on the guise that you’re gaining weight. That would work for a while. But there would come a time when it was obvious that was not just fat. Then, of course, the baby would have to come eventually. There would be no hiding it then. 

It’s almost evening when you hear the knock on your window. You had thought you were dreaming at first, as you had been in the strange place between sleep and wakefulness. You hear it again, rousing yourself. You turn to look at your window, Eddie crouched in his usual spot, waiting for you to open it. You hurry over, sliding it open. 

“Eddie, what are you doing? You know we have neighbors!” 

“I know.” He crawls into your room rather ungracefully, winding up on the floor. “I waited until your mom’s car left.” 

“Yeah, she’s going to get dinner before dad gets home, which will be very soon.” 

“I need to talk to you.” He says, pulling himself up to stand. 

“Okay.” You sit yourself on the edge of the bed, staring up at him. “Then talk.” 

He swallows thickly, looking nervous. He obviously thought you were upset with him, which wouldn’t be wrong. “I talked to my uncle.” 

You nod. “So did I.” 

He nods. “I know. I’m sorry for running. It’s...it’s what I do when I’m scared. I ran when the whole thing with Crissy...then I didn’t run and almost died.” He swallows thickly. “This...this shouldn’t be that surprising, considering we haven’t exactly been careful.” He steps up in front of you, taking your hands. You let him, tilting your head back to stare at him. “I do love you. I love you a lot.” He squats down so you’re eye to eye. “I’m not gonna run again. That baby’s mine. Even if it’s not, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll get a day job, find us a place on our own. I can’t realistically offer you this.” He motions around you at your spacious room. “But I will try my best to make sure you never want for anything.” 

You hastily try to blink away the tears gathering in your eyes. “Oh, Eddie.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I thought you would hate me. I thought you would tell me to get out and never speak to me again.” 

“Never.” He says, holding you tightly. “This is technically my fault, so the least I can do is take care of you.” 

“You might have to.” You murmur, still holding onto him. “My parents will not take this well.” 

Eddie pulls back a bit, arms still wrapped around you. “My uncle said we can stay at the trailer if we need to, until we can find a place.” 

You nod. “I’ll start looking for a job too. At least something until the baby comes. I-I need to make a doctor’s appointment too.” You sniffle, your stomach churning nervously. “I don’t know how to do that. Oh god, I don’t know how to do anything. I can’t even take care of myself, how am I supposed to be a parent?” 

“Hey.” Eddie takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “One step at a time, alright? We’ll make a doctor’s appointment, then we should tell our friends, then we’ll worry about your parents.” 

You nod, lifting your hands to cover his. “Okay.” 

He leans in to kiss you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you.” He murmurs against your lips. 

“Love you too.” You hum, tanging a hand in his hair. 

You hear a car door shut outside, pulling away. “Someone’s home.” 

Eddie leans in, kissing you one more time. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

You nod. “My parents will be gone most of the day.” 

He nods, stealing one more kiss before moving to your window. You follow, watching him climb down the house before sneaking across the yard to where his van is parked down the street. 

Soon. You think. Soon we won’t have to sneak around. 

***

Telling your friends goes better than you had expected. Of course, Steve and Robin already knew. Max had her suspicions, and apparently Dustin and Mike had a wager on whether or not you were together. The only two who seemed surprised were Lucas and Nancy, but apparently you hadn’t been quite as inconspicuous as you had thought. 

The news of your pregnancy is what took them all by surprise. You and Eddie had agreed to keep what happened between you and Matt secret, and you knew Steve and Robin wouldn’t say anything either. Eddie had proudly proclaimed that the baby was his, even though you really had no idea. According to the doctor you were about seven weeks along, meaning either Eddie or Matt could be the father. There was no way to tell yet. Not until the baby was born. 

Eddie was completely committed to being the father, no matter what. 

You only hope that dedication holds when you tell your parents. 

***

The silence is deafening in your house as you sit across from your parents. Your mother is gripping her china tea cup so tightly you’re worried she might shatter it. She looks like she may either pass out or vomit, pale still from the shock when you’d walked in with Eddie and introduced him as your boyfriend. 

Eddie had asked if he should rent a suit to meet them, but you had told him to be himself, not wanting him to have to change to fit into your world. If they wouldn’t accept him, you didn’t want to be part of their world anymore. 

“How...How long have you two been...together?” Your mother asks, her voice strained. 

“Around the time Matt and I broke up.” You say, squeezing Eddie’s hand where it’s holding yours. 

Your mother lets out a shaky breath, lifting her tea cup to her lips once more. Your father’s barely moved, sitting rigidly on the couch next to her. If he hadn’t been blinking you might have thought he had been turned to stone. 

“We wanted to wait and let everything that happened with Matt cool over before we told everyone.” You continue, Eddie’s thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand, a quiet reminder that he’s there. “We met before that, though. Steve’s friends Dustin, Lucas and Mike were part of his club during school. We met through them.” 

“What kind of club?” Your father finally speaks. 

“Dungeons and Dragons.” Eddie answers. 

Your mother makes a choked noise, setting her cup down on the coffee table. “Okay. This has gone too far.” She looks up at you. “Sweetie I know you’ve been upset after what happened with Matt, but this isn’t time for a teenage rebellion. You have your future to think about. We,” she motions between herself and your father. “We admit we made a mistake in choosing Matt. Perhaps he wasn’t the best fit for you, but this...” She motions to Eddie. “This is going too far.”  

“You don’t know shit about what happened with Matt.” You find yourself saying, your mother flinching at the use of an expletive. “Eddie has treated me better than any of those boys that you chose. Except Steve. But I never liked Steve like that! He never liked me either! You were the ones who forced us together! You were the ones forcing me into relationships when all I wanted to do was finish school!” 

“We just wanted to prepare you for your best future.” Your mother says. 

“No, you wanted to prepare me for your future. You’ve controlled every inch of my life since I was little and you never once thought maybe what you want isn’t what I want.” You’re gripping Eddie’s hand tighter, anger bubbling up inside. 

“What, you want this?” Your father says, motioning to Eddie. “You want to live in a trailer with some deadbeat metalhead who will move on with the next whore that throws herself at him? You want two kids by the time you’re twenty, living off welfare pretending you’re happy?” 

You can’t hold it in anymore, rising to your feet. “How dare you! So what, Eddie isn’t rich, he makes me happy. That’s more than you two have ever given me. We came here today to tell you that I’m pregnant. Yeah, I’m pregnant at 18 with a metalhead’s baby! We wanted to tell you in case you were decent enough to want to be a part of your grandchild’s life, but you know what? I don’t want you to be part of their life.” You grab Eddie’s hand, pulling him towards the door. “You don’t have to worry about us ruining your perfect lives because you’ll never see us again.” 

You pull Eddie out the door, slamming it behind you. 

You’re still shaking as you sit in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. Your vision is blurry, tears threatening to fall. You had told yourself you wouldn’t cry. Your parents weren’t worth shedding tears over, but you can’t help it. 

“Fuck.” You breathe, pressing your palms into your eyes to try and force the tears back in. “I knew it. I knew that’s how they would react. Why the fuck am I so upset?” 

“Because they just solidified the fact that they’re assholes.” Eddie says, taking your hand in his. 

You choke on a sob, covering your mouth. Eddie holds your hand as he drives back towards the trailer, to your new home. You knew your parents wouldn’t react well. You knew they’d throw insults and get angry that you weren’t following their perfect plan to a T. It still hurts. 

“Hey.” Eddie squeezes your hand as he shuts off the van. “Come on.” 

He climbs back into the back of the van, shoving around the wrappers and other stuff he’d haphazardly tossed in over the weeks since he’d cleaned it last. You follow him, sitting next to him when he makes a little nest with the blanket he kept in the back. 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight.

“Eddie?” You murmur against his chest. 

“Hmm?” He hums, cheek resting against the top of your head. 

“You’re not gonna leave me, are you?” 

He pulls away just a little, cupping your face. “Never. I meant it. You’re stuck with me for the long haul, babe.” 

You smile, leaning your head against his chest. “We’re really on our own, aren’t we?” 

“We’ll figure it out.” He says, rubbing your arm. “I’m not gonna let you starve. Uncle Wayne won’t either.” 

“I don’t want to put this on him.” You say, sitting up. 

“We’re not.” He says, sitting up straighter. “He’s actually kind of excited. He likes you, you know. He thinks you’re a good influence on me.” 

“Am I?” You grin. 

“Well, I did graduate thanks to our study sessions.” 

“Is that so?” You laugh. “Cause I don’t remember there being a whole lot of studying during those sessions.” 

“This situation is also forcing me to go out and get a real job.” 

You take his hand, tracing your fingers over the back of it. “Eddie, I don’t want you to give up your band because of me. I know it’s something you love and I don’t want to take that away from you. Just promise when you get super famous, you won’t leave me and the baby behind.” 

Eddie cups the back of your head, leaning in close. “Never.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Eddie?” You frown, feeling over his fingers. “You’re missing one.” There was an obvious gap where one of his rings usually sat. 

“Oh shit.” Eddie digs in the pocket of his jacket. “I was gonna give this to you.” 

He pulls out a chain, one of his rings strung on it. He undoes the clasp, placing it around your neck. 

“Eddie,” You run your fingers over it. 

“Just as a reminder.” He says. “Until I can get you a real one.” 

You tear up again, sniffling. “Oh god. I don’t wanna cry again.” 

“Come here.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. 

“It’s the hormones, I swear.” 

He laughs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You sit in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying being close to Eddie. 

“We have to come up with names!” Eddie says out of the blue. 

“We are not naming our child Ozzy.” You murmur. “Or Eddie Jr.” 

***

Two weeks have gone by since you revealed your relationship and pregnancy to your parents. You hadn’t heard anything from them, and you weren’t expecting to. You had officially assimilated yourself into Eddie’s life, and into the trailer. You and Eddie tried to be out during the day so Wayne could sleep, which wasn’t hard. You had been busy going to the library to work on resumes, and then actually looking for work. 

You were starting to show a little bit, a small bump forming, though it was easily hidden by baggy clothing still. The seven months you still have feels like it’s not enough time, but you know it can't come soon enough. 

“Your parents came by.” Wayne tells you as you and Eddie return from a long day of job hunting. 

You stop in your tracks, blinking in surprise. “My parents?” You ask in disbelief. “My parents came here?” 

He nods. “Yeah, wanted to have a chat. Make sure you were alright, hadn’t been dumped on the side of the road yet.” 

You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Yeah, sounds like them.” 

“They seem to have changed their tune a bit. Invited us all to dinner this weekend, if you want to go.” 

Eddie leans up against the counter next to you. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” 

You sigh, chewing on your lip. You really wanted to keep your promise of them never seeing you again. They had proved they weren’t worth the stress of having in your life, and obviously didn’t approve of your relationship. But, if they had willingly come here to check on you, maybe something had changed. 

“I think we should go.” You say finally. “I think they at least deserve a chance to say what they want to say. I can’t say I want them back in my life.” You wrap your arms around Eddie. “If they try insulting you again, though, we’re leaving.” 

***

The silence is loud as you sit at the dinner table. The occasional clank of silverware is the only thing that breaks the silence, the tension palpable. You remembered many dinners sitting at this table, silent and tense after your father spent a day in court. You had been afraid to breathe too loudly during those meals. Even now you are afraid to make too much noise, to draw attention to yourself. 

It’s hard to gauge your parents' mindsets, even in the silence. Your mother had greeted you rather stiffly with a hug, eyes immediately drawn to the small bump of your stomach, very visible in the dress you had chosen to wear. You wanted them to see, wanted them to know you had been telling the truth. 

Your father is first to break the silence, clearing his throat after taking a drink of water. He says your name in his lawyer tone, and you subconsciously brace yourself for what’s coming next. “Your mother and I wanted to apologize. We may have jumped to conclusions rather quickly, and we wanted to apologize for the things we said the last time we spoke.” 

“Thank you for your apology.” You say, not sure whether you wanted to forgive them yet, or not. 

“We also wanted to remind you of your trust fund.” Your father continues. “Since you are 18, those funds are available to you now, should you find yourself in need.” 

“Trust fund?” You frown, this being the first time you’ve heard about it. 

“We set it up for you not long after you were born.” Your mother says. “We wanted you to have something in case something happened to us, or for the future.” 

It’s quiet for a moment as you look between the two of them. Neither of them look happy, but you are glad they’re at least being civil. “Thank you.” You say, not sure what else to say. 

“It’s all yours.” Your father says. “All you need is to go to the bank. There’s more than enough to support you and your...” He eyes Eddie for a second. “Growing family, if you should need it.” 

***

Eddie, Wayne, and your father head into the living room as you and your mother clean up after dinner. It had gone surprisingly well, far better than you had expected it to. Your mother washes the dishes and you dry them, setting them back in the cupboards where they belong. 

“You look happy.” Your mother says, passing you another plate. 

You look at her, the small smile still on your face. “I am happy.” 

She hums quietly. “I always wished you would wind up in a life that made you happy.” She turns off the water, looking at you. “That you could have a life I only dreamed of.” 

You frown a bit, setting down the dish you had been drying. “What do you mean?” 

“Your father wasn’t my first love.” Your mother starts. “It was a boy in my choir class. He had the voice of an angel. Could move you to tears just opening his mouth. I got it in my head he was the boy I was going to marry. My parents didn’t like that idea, though. They wanted me to marry someone who was going to be successful. Marrying a musician wasn’t a guarantee, so they crushed those dreams of mine, sent me to a private college where I met your father who was already interning with a law firm.” 

“What happened to the choir boy?” You ask. 

“Oh, he went off to some state school to study music and become a famous singer. I don’t know what happened to him after that. Don’t get me wrong, I love your father, but sometimes I can’t help but think about what my life would be like if I hadn’t listened to my parents.” She takes your hands, squeezing them gently. “We tried to instill a belief in you from a young age that to be happy you had to be successful. We tried best to prepare you for a life like ours, instead of letting you make your own decisions. I can tell that boy really loves you. I can see it when he looks at you. Even though he’s not quite what we had pictured, as long as you’re happy and healthy.” 

“I am happy.” You say. “For the first time I feel like I’m doing something right.” 

Your mother pulls you into a hug and you let her. It was a rare, genuine hug from her, one you usually only received when you were sick or when you would go off to summer camp for a week. 

 You wish they weren’t so rare. You wish a lot of things were different. You can’t change them, though. You can’t change anything that’s happened. You’re just glad things seem to be changing for the better. 

***

You and Eddie move into an apartment a few weeks later. It’s small, nothing special, but it’s enough for now. You had dipped into the trust fund for the deposit, but Eddie found a job at the grocery store, enough to cover most of your bills. You managed to get a job at the library of all places, something you can do at least until the baby comes. 

The morning sickness and other less exciting symptoms begin to pass as the weeks go on, your little bump growing more and more. You stop hiding it, letting people talk. Your parents get bombarded with calls and visitors, but they stand firm in their support of you and Eddie. 

Despite your life turning into something far different than what you had expected, you are happy. You have a supportive family and supportive friends, and Eddie loves you. You know he does. He loves you, and he loves the baby. He had already bought and put together a crib, bought parenting books, and he took as many extra shifts he could to prepare for time off when the baby came. 

He also told you. A lot. 

In the mornings when you held each other, when you had rare time at night together, when you saw each other in passing. On rare days off you had to spend together, he was constantly telling you, reminding you. You know he means it. You can tell just when he looks at you. Sometimes you wake up to him talking to your stomach, cheek pressed against the small bump. 

You do have your fair share of disagreements, but you always find yourselves apologizing and figuring things out. 

You’re happy. For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely happy. 

Taglist:

@amatchinwater

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[hyperfigations]

Male!Reader struggling to get his laptop turned on to work on a project, Dylan notices them struggling and finally reveals his actual interest to the reader and fixes their problem, resulting in reader being happy to get to know the actual dylan

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭😭 getting back into writting is so hard. And getting back to being good at writing is even harder. This isn't my greatest piece LMAO but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Technowizard

(Dylan x M!Reader)

Summary: Dylan lets Reader get to know him better.

Words: 1,452

TW: None

    It was kind of funny, the way he looked at you. His face was twisted in confusion which quickly turned into a playful annoyance. If it wasn’t for your urgency to get your crap done, you would have started teasing him about his “kicked puppy” look. 

 “Mr.H let you keep your laptop?” He groans.Your lips pursed whilst exhaling slowly.

“Only for like an hour, Dylan,” You roll your eyes. “He’s just letting me finish this stupid college application.”

“That is so lame,”

“Dylan,” You sigh. “Is that a yes or no?”

“For what?”

“Dylan!”

“OHHHHHH, about using the station? Um, yeah, you can but on one condition.”

You give him a look, one that could kill, but he returned it back. The clock was ticking and all you want to do was to get this shit done so you could go back to your job. 

“I gotta keep an eye on you. Ya know, can’t trust anyone after the Jacob Incident,” Dylan shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoff out a dry chuckle, remembering a few weeks before when Jake lost a bet with Nick and it ended with him breaking into the station and 2 PA speakers blown. Poor Dylan spent nearly every early morning trying to get those speakers up and running again. “Never again,” He had claimed after fixing up the last speaker. 

Ever since, Dylan was way overprotective of the radio station. He wouldn’t even let Jacob even glance its way. 

“Ugh, Jake ruins everything,” You grumble grumpily. Dylan smirks slightly, gently pushing you with his elbow.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like… ‘babysitting’ you. Think of it as us hanging out but Im like watching your every move making sure you don’t mess anything up,” 

You blink at your fellow counselor, staring at him.

“Fine. But you can’t distract me, I really have to get this thing done,”

“Yeah, I am known for being incredibly distracting,” He winks at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, shaking your head. 

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The radio hut was honestly one of the more peaceful places at camp. Secluded and silent, away from all the screaming campers. Even though this is only your second time in there, you noticed a considerable difference from your first. You couldn’t help but remember how garbage this place looked before. Wood planks, trash scattered all over the ground and it was splinter city. When Dylan and you first scouted out the station, you had been pulling splinters out of your fingers for days. After the first time, you vowed never to step back in there but it wasn’t so bad now. Dylan put all his love into it. And it definitely paid off. It looked a hell of a lot better than it did before. 

“Damn, Dylan. Nice job,” You complemented, looking around in approval. Dylan looked a little shocked by your comment, but a bashful smile creeped up on his lips. He looked down, his shoulders going up slightly. 

“Y-yeah, thanks. It was nothing. Just cleaned it up a bit,”

“Since when were you ever humble? It looks great.” 

Dylan smiles even wider. You sit down on the chair in front of the radio, placing your laptop on the wooden table. A sigh escaped your lips as you opened it up. Dylan makes himself comfortable by leaning on the table facing you. His head tilted ever so slightly as he looks over you curiously. You could feel his eyes on you, but you decided to ignore it. You really need to get this thing finished, and you probably only had 45 minutes left to do so. 

“So what college-”

“Dylannn, I said you couldn’t distract me.” You huff. 

Dylan barks out a laugh, “Sorry.”

The computer lit up with the start-up screen, playing a small little jingle to let you know it's awake. Although your computer wasn’t exactly ‘a new model’ it had always done the job. Sure, it took a little slow to get to where you wanted it to go, but it was a small price to pay for a cheap laptop. Except this time… the start-up screen wasn’t budging. Your lips curve downward as you stare at the screen. Your fingers drift over the keyboard, pressing every button you think would help to make it go faster. Alas, nothing was working. “What the fuck-” you mumbled below your breath. 

In the corner of your eyes, you catch Dylan trying to chuckle quietly to himself. You glare at him, “What.” 

“I’m sorry but the 90s called and they want their computer back, man,” He laughs.

“Would you shut up, I’m trying to get this working, jerk,”

“You’re never gonna get it to work by just button mashing,”

Your face scrunched up in aggravation as you pushed away from the computer in Dylan’s rolling chair, gesturing toward your computer. “Fine. If you’re suuuccch an expert, why don’t you do it.”

Dylan looks at you, then the computer. He shrugs slightly and puts himself imbetween. The hut was caught in silence. Nothing to be heard except the outdoors, the clacking of your keyboard and the low humming of Dylan as he concentrated. You watch him from the back but curiosity  began to take over. You roll the chair to the left to get a view of the screen. You expect your computer to still be stuck in its limbo but it… was already fixed? It was on your homescreen!

    Dylan glances behind himself and gives you the most cocky look you’ve ever seen. The smirk on his face was confident and lop-sided. You were completely speechless. It took him, what? Maybe like 2 minutes to fix your computer. 

    “Um… what the fuck just happened,” You finally got out. 

Dylan smiles proudly at you, “Just my techno magic, are you impressed?”

You were. You were incredibly impressed.

"No." 

A lie. A bald faced lie.

He knew you were lying because his smile grew wider. More cocky.

"Okay, I'll bite," You sigh. "How did you know how to fix it?" 

Dylan rolls his eyes ever so slightly, chuckling. "I fixed up the Hut and I fixed the PA speakers. This computer was nothing," 

"Dylan. I mean, how did you like… do all that though." 

He looks at you, a little shocked. No one really was interested in "the how" he does what he does. He just… does. That's all anyone needs to know. But you wanted to know more. His heart began to speed up at this thought. 

"Oh. Um… well," Dylan says, turning around back to your computer. So he didn't have to look you in the eyes. It was as if he was embarrassed. You stood up from the rolly chair, sauntering over to where he was to get a better view of him. Dylan's eyes avert you at all costs, making you frown just a little. 

"I mean, I've always kind of.. been into it, I guess?"

"So, you wanna go into techie stuff in the future?"

You stare at him, all ears, as if telling him to continue. Dylan sighs and hesitantly goes on, "Tech is like great and all but I dont know… I guess I kind of want to go into…"

Your whole body wiggles in anticipation, making Dylan's awkward frown become an amused smirk. 

"Quantum Phsyics. Or whatever…"

The silence was completely loud. The chirps of the birds keeping it from being completely quiet. Dylan takes a peak at your expression, which is in total shock. 

"Yeah, I know it's kinda dum-"

"DUMB?!" You interrupt. "THAT QUITE LITERALLY IS THE OPPOSITE OF DUMB." 

"Yeah but-"

"DYLAN!!!" 

Dylan becomes a little surprised when you tippy toe up to throw your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.

"That's so amazing man!" 

He stares down into your eyes for just a second longer than he had intended to, butterflies swirling in his tummy. 

"You think so?"

"Dude, that's literally the coolest thing! Im like dead ass being serious."

"Haha," Dylan chuckles, suddenly feeling extremely small. 

He falls quiet, staring at his feet.

"...Dyl?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to hide who you are with me, you know that right?"

"........yeah."

You cared. You actually cared enough to ask. Even better, you didn't shy away from him? Even when he showed his Dylan Dylan side. Oh god… he feels his palms became sweaty, his heart was racing at the speed of light.

 In that moment, he realized, he liked you. He really, really liked you.

He always flirted of course but this was it. This was the period of an already written sentence. Dylan liked you so, so much.

"U-um, anyways, you should get that application done… right?"

"OH SHIT, YEAH!"

#the quarry #hacketteers #hacketts quarry #dylan leviny #dylan x reader #Dylan Lenivy x Reader #the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x male reader #horror #until dawn #ryan ezrahler #jacob custos #nick furcillo #Dylan/Reader #cute? #The Quarry Fanfic

[fridka]

Every year I try and avoid any Eurovision spoilers until the event itself, but I have finally listened to all songs and I have OPINIONS

so keep in mind these are all rather fresh opinions, and some of these songs might grow on me or lose their appeal over time.

Anyway my thoughts on each song under the cut‼️

Albania - Duje - Albina & Familja Kelmendi

I want to like this a lot more than I do. It’s sweet that she’s singing with her family(I think??) and the instrumentals are nice, but it’s all just a bit much.

Armenia - Future Lover - Brunette

Wtf are these lyrics. Wtf is this whole song. This is a front runner? I don’t get it

Australia - Promise - Voyager

YEA THIS IS MY SHIT. First verse I thought was kinda meh but then that chorus hit. I cannot see this win just bc of how eurovision is, but I’ll be checking out more of their stuff. Plus the guitarist is 💖💖

Austria - Who the hell is Edgar? - TEYA & Salena

This song got spoiled for me, but i don’t care because I love it. The lyrics, the opera, the dig at Spotify. Queens.

Azerbaijan - Tell me More - TuralTuranX

I can’t lie i kinda love this one. It’s just kinda awkward and the rap is PRETTY BAD but in this really endearing and charming way. They’re just a couple of guys 🥺

Belgium - Because of You - Gustaph

THIS IS MY SHIT. People don’t like this one? Why it’s amazing. The backup singers, the Lady Miss Kier reference, the nostalgia. I’m not gonna dare hope that this can win, but I want it to qualify so bad

Croatia - Mama Šč!

Oh boy. This one I knew I had to look into because I knew it was gonna be either extremely dumb or extremely political, and thankfully it was the latter. I still think the song is a complete mess but I kinda fucking love this.

Cyprus - Break a Broken Heart - Andrew Lambrou

It’s just a nice song. In a weaker year I think I’d like this a lot more, but as it is it sort of fades next to some of the other entries

Czechia - My Sister’s Crown - Vesna

I LOVE THIS ONE I WANT THEM TO WIN. At first I wasn’t sure about the English parts because it reminded me of Toy (which I really didn’t like), but this has grown on me so much. And the performance. The part with the hand signal for help. Fucking CHILLS. Plus the fashion in the music video, so good

Denmark - Breaking my Heart - Reiley

Den er ikke ligefrem min kop te, og han ligner en der er blevet skabt i et laboratorie i et forsøg på at lave den perfekte tiktoker. Men danmark sender altid noget bras så det er vel on brand :B

Estonia - Bridges - Alika

I’m biased against ballads, and this one sure was a ballad.

Finland - Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä

I LOVE THIS ONE AND I WANT HIM TO WIN. As someone who has social anxiety and who uses to party a lot, the lyrics were oddly relatable lmao. Plus the performance. The shirt the d a n c e

France - Évidemment - La Zarra

SO PERFECT. SO FRENCH. SHE IS GORGEOUS AND I WANT HER TO WIN

Georgia - Echo - Iru

??? The lyrics? Was this song written by ai? It’s painfully awkward and uh.. I think I hate this one

Germany - Blood and Glitter - Lord of the Lost

I think Lordi are iconic so I thought I was gonna love this one, but I kinda don’t. It’s.. a bit boring to be honest?

Greece - What they Say - Victor Vernicos

Yeah these lyrics are way too whiny for me

Iceland - Power - Diljá

It’s just alright. I don’t like it as much as many others seem to do. It’s not bad it’s also just not making much of an impression

Ireland - We are One - Wild Youth

(I can say the following because I lived in Ireland for the better part of a decade) Ireland is an amazing country and has such a rich culture and history to draw from, and yet they always just send boring garbage. I’m sorry but this one is trash, and your man looked so uncomfortable in that outfit

Israel - Unicorn - Noa Kirel

I don’t get it. Am I too old for this? I feel like I am. This song is a complete mess to me but people love it??

Italy - Due Vite - Marco Mengoni

It’s another one of those entries that’s just Some Guy. Nice voice and beautiful language, kinda boring tho

Latvia - Aijā - Sudden Light

Could have been good but it needed more power imo. Another adorable guitarist tho 🥺

Lithuania - Stay - Monika Linkyté

I don’t really know what to say about this one. Very eh

Malta - Dance - The Busker

NOW THIS ONE MAKES ME MAD, THEY SHOULD HAVE QUALIFIED 100%. It’s not quite winner material for me but there is no way they didn’t deserve a spot in the finals over some of the other crap

Moldova - Soarele si Luna - Pasha Parfeni

I usually like (or at least am entertained by) what Moldova puts out and this year is is no exception. This is a capital E Eurovision song, super theatrical and I love it.

Netherlands - Burning Daylight - Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper

I like it as a normal song, but not really as a eurovision song, if that makes sense? I also don’t think his vocals could match hers at all

Norway - Queen of Kings - Alessandra

This is such a Norway entry 💖 there are other songs I like more but definitely deserves to place high. That whistle note

Poland - Blanka - Solo

Oh boy okay so I looked into this one and apparently there was another song people wanted to win, but the Polish government didn’t approve of it so they had the competition rigged and gave her the win? And I’m assuming she’s some dumb influencer or something? Anyway this song blows, Jann was robbed

Portugal - Ai Coraçäo - Mimicat

I like this as a performance only. She is kinda a babe, but the song itself is whatever

Romania - D.G.T - Theodor Andrei

This one is AMAZINGLY BAD. “Take off your clothes step on me” he sings with a super out of place anti-war message sharpied on his chest, while disinterested half naked women walk about the stage looking totally checked out. I love it

San Marino - Like an Animal - Piqued Jacks

Oh these lyrics suck ass as well. I got butterflies in my ears. Pure poetry

Serbia - Sami Mi Se Spava - Luke Black

At first this one was a little too silly for me, since I assumed it was just an edgy song about video games, but it’s grown a lot on me after learning what it’s about.

Slovenia - Carpe Diem - Joker out

Yea this one is legit. This isn’t exactly what I want in a eurovision song, but just as a song this is great stuff. That guitar riff in particular.

Spain - Eaea - Blanca Paloma

I think this one is… interesting, and I think it deserves a spot in the finals, but I wouldn’t exactly call it good.

Sweden - Loreen - Tattoo

Oh my god, okay so probably my most controversial opinion here. I don’t care for Loreen. I didn’t care for her in 2012 and I do not care for her now. I’m obviously not gonna try and argue that she’s not an incredibly talented singer, but I just can’t deal with the terrible enunciation or the annoying interpretative dance. And yea it’s gonna be so disappointing if she wins. Sorry

Switzerland - Watergun - Remo Forrer

Borderline disrespectful and incredibly eyeroll worthy, but regretfully it gets a bit catchy in the second half.

Ukraine - Heart of Steel - Tvorchi

It’s not nice to be all “yeah I know you guys are getting invaded and all, but your entry for silly song contest sucks”, so fortunately I don’t have to do that because I genuinely like this. Kinda reminds me of something from an LCS cinematic. I wish the whole thing was in Ukrainian though

UK - I wrote a Song - Mae Muller - I am biased against UK entries, but this one is fun. Not winner material for me, but deserves to at least make the finals

Overall I think this is a pretty solid year, definitely better than the last couple ones. There’s some really fucking good entries, and a lot of the bad ones are bad in an entertaining way.

#eurovision #eurovision 2023 #hot takes #don’t yell at me #😭

[artsy-hobbitses]

I am so sorry you are having an awful anon experience now. They are completely in the wrong, and I'm very certain everyone knows that. Your responses are really good (I would have lost it, honestly), and more than those anons deserve. I don't think anyone would blame you if you shut off anonymous asks for a while. We're all here for you! Please do what you need to do for your mental health and well-being! We totally understand.

It happens every now and then! Part and parcel being visible online I’m sure, but I’m in my mid-30s and I genuinely don’t have time to be engaging passionately with what I presume are terminally online younger users with a warped sense of boundaries.

Were I younger, I probably would have lost it! But a good lesson to learn at some point that not every hill is one you gotta die on 👍🏼

There were actually like, four or five other asks (potentially from two different anons) egging me further and bashing asexuality, all of which were garbaged immediately because at the end of the day:

Not worth my time and mental capacity. I deserve better than that.

Not worth my fans/followers’ time and mental capacity. Y’all deserve better too.

Not worth my blog space as a platform. I’m not letting some rando in to continue smearing shit on the walls.

Truly appreciate you dropping in to check on me and my mental health! We’re still doing our best here ;u;b

I’ll be keeping the anon on because I know there’s legit nice folk who are too shy to initiate conversation without a mask initially, I just gotta remember to keep to the strict mindset of simply dumping the ones made in bad faith and take a good measure of catharsis from the never-gonna-happen wait/hope they have that their word salad somehow makes it to the blog✨👌🏻

#inbox

[lizamango]

There is No Peace Without You Marc Spector x Reader

A/N: Finally back to writing! Psych Year 2 done!

Summary: Marc comes back into your life after you believed he was dead.

Warnings: angst, you hit Marc in that dramatic emotional outburst kind of way they do in movies ig, I have no knowledge of the military btw soooo yeah

also I got kind of lost bringing it to a close but I hope it’s okay!!

Wordcount: 1,169

Updated Taglist with Marc, Steven and Jake!

masterlist

You hit him. Well, you shove him, wanting to know if he was real. Alive. After months. After a funeral with an empty casket he’s alive.

Tears were blurring your vision as you look up to meet his eyes. His deep, fathomless eyes. His eyebrows scrunched up as if he is the one in pain. 

“You son of a bitch, Marc,” you scream, pounding at his chest. “You were alive? All this fucking time, you were alive and you…” you take gasping breaths. “How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry. Baby, you don’t know how sorry I am,” he whispers.

“They told me you went AWOL…” you stop hitting and sink down onto your knees, sobbing. Marc falls with you, wrapping his arms around you as you shudder in your pool of tears. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he continues, kissing the top of your head.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper, not even sure if you were intelligible through the tears. You were angry. You were hurt. You were confused. But most importantly you were relieved.

“You didn’t. You’ll never have to go through the again, baby I promise you.” He kisses you again, squeezing you tight.

“Let’s get you home?”

He picks you up bridal style, taking you to his car.

The ride is quiet and he keeps a comforting hand on your thigh as you look out the window.

“You still wear your ring…” Marc states.

Your eyes glance down at the sapphire ring on your finger. “You died, we didn’t get a divorce… we didn’t split up. You were dead, Marc. I- I had a funeral for you. I buried an empty casket. They said you died in the desert, I…” you sigh. “This was all I had left of you.”

He pulls into your drive and faces you. “I’ll explain everything inside, I will.”

You exit the car and unlock the front door as he follows you in.

This takes you back to the day you received the news.

A knock startled you as you cook breakfast for yourself. You frown and go to answer the door.

Two uniformed men are on the other side, their hats in their hands.

You look them up and down and feel a pit in your stomach.

“Mrs. Spector?” One of them ask.

You nod in confirmation. “Yes, How can I help you?”

“We regret to inform you that your husband, Marc Spector is missing in action, presumed dead, Mrs. Spector.”

You scoff, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall. “You’re wrong,” you say simply.

“We’re afraid, he was dishonourably discharged and we found evidence of him and his former partner associated with mercenaries.”

“Raul?” You ask. “No, he-he’s a friend. He’s Marc’s friend… so just ask him where Marc is. He can’t be dead. He just can’t-“

“Unfortunately, Commanding Officer Bushman was found dead on the scene.”

“So you have no witnesses and no body to prove Marc is dead?” You demand.

“There was… a substantial amount of blood, blood tested and confirmed to match Marc Spector.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes. “Just go.”

“Ma’am-“

“Leave. Now,” you say in a cold tone. You slam the door closed as they retreat down the steps of your porch.

You start to smell burning and you rush to move the pan of burnt eggs off the hot burner. You don’t beat out the smoke alarm as it starts to blare.

“SHUT UP,” you scream at it as the sound grates at your ears. You fan the smoke with a hand towel until it stops and you throw the towel, hyperventilating as you lean over the stove. Your eyes zero in on the burnt eggs. You bring the pan to the sink, scraping off the eggs and turning the garbage disposal on. As you scrape, the nonstick coating also comes off, ruining the pan. You grunt in frustration and throw the pan at the wall causing a dent. Better at the wall than at the window, you guess. You laugh at the thought… a giggle, turns into a chuckle which turns into hysterics. Which turns into wailing as your knees give out and you fall to the floor. It feels like hours until your eyes dry up with no more tears left to cry as you curl up in the foetal position.

You feel Marc’s hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to the present. 

“I would dream of you… every night,” you say, not looking at him. “It was little things… things I didn’t think I committed to memory. Like getting ice cream, you’d get pistachio and I’d get coffee. And we’d go for a walk. Or we’d be going for a drive… There was one,” you smile. “I was stung by that bee and you were panicking, you wanted to call an ambulance and I was laughing at how worried you got… You said -“

“You might be allergic,” he finishes your sentence, recalling the event you’re talking about.

“And then every morning, I would wake up… and the nightmare of a cold bed and an empty day would begin again,” your voice cracks.

“Baby…”

“I would dream of hearing you call me that again. Just once more… and now you’re here. You’re just- back from the dead. Back from months of being dead, Marc, I-I don’t know what to do here…” you finally turn around to look at him.

He places his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you to sit on your couch. “Just- please, baby- Y/N. Please.., this is going to be hard to take in. I need you to keep an open mind.”

“You need me to…” you trail off in disbelief. “You need me to do something for you? You know what I needed, baby? I needed you. You could have just come back but you didn’t I - how could you do that?”

“I wanted to protect you! I wanted to keep you safe. I wanted… I wanted you to live in peace,” Marc sighs.

You frown, recoiling. “Peace? Marc… there’s no peace without you. My head is screaming, constantly. My heart hurts, it burns without you. My skin feels so so cold I feel like I can’t move. So don’t you dare say that living without you is peace.”

He puts his hands on your cheeks, wiping at the fallen tears with his thumbs. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry. I- I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry,” he says sincerely.

You raise your hand to cup his face as you look into his eyes and frown. “Baby… what were you trying to protect me from?”

“I just… please stay calm, okay?”

“O…kay,” you reply hesitantly.

He stands from the couch and before you can understand which is happening, Marc’s eyes glow white and bandages wrap around him to form a…

“I’m the avatar of the Ancient Egyptian God, Khonshu and the protector of the travellers of the night,” he announces.

💖

Thank you for reading! You can tell I fixated on Marc calling his wife baby ahahhhh

Also little MoM reference with the dreams and nightmare quote I absolutely loved

add yourself to my taglist!

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector fanfic #moonknight #moonknight fanfic #moon knight x reader #angst #angsty #sad #heartbreak

[give-soup-please]

Hello there, Jay - been a bit I think. Honesty, not sure exactly HOW long it's been but I know it's certainly been a while.

I both have a lot to say and nothing at the same time. I had notes but I kind of lost them while moving, and then also just kind of.. lost them in my brain. What do you think about the idea of time being a soup? Because honestly I think it is. Very soup-ey indeed, slipping through the cracks and just washing away down the drain. Not that I would wash a way soup - not if it's good, and a lot of soups are good (like you!) Anyways: - I know a while ago you were in the ER, I'm glad to see you're doing a bit better, that makes me happy and less violently concerned for you like I had been. It was interesting to actually have a vague back and forth with you there, but I was pretty quiet. I usually am, anyways. - I wish I could throw a bunch of money at you to write something. As you know I absolutely adore your writing, it just soothes my soul with the way you weave your words together. Maybe I'll save up while doing some commissions of my own to do that. I hope you're getting a lot of commissions though, you deserve them. - I... have become violently obsessed with Good Omens. If I didn't have two commissions I needed to finish as well as an art project I had started I would just be drawing that. They are literally rotating around in my head constantly. I don't want to include any spoilers (I'm sure you already watched it all, but just in case anyone is scrolling through or something) I practically combusted when I saw the last ten or so minutes of that episode. Do you have any theories for that? I think you can do a ... spoiler like thing... I think. Anyways, everything is fine and it all ended well... right... RIGHT???? - The new Tumblr layout is absolute garbage and I had a mild breakdown over it while trying to figure out how everything worked. It's annoying as all get out, and I THINK there's a way to fix it? I got this link from someone when asking about it - but honestly I'm a bit lost when it comes to in depth stuff like this so I can't fix it personally: Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vellichorom/725846270328127488?source=share - I'm sure there's more I want to talk about. It's like my brain is full of a lot of things but nothing really wants to be written down... It's mostly because of Good Omens, but also other things. In any case, I hope you're doing well. And of course, as I always end these things, please take care of yourself. Do something for you, eat a little snack, DRINK WATER, and most of all continue to be you in the face of everything that goes against that. You are a wonderful person. You are important. You are amazing just the way you are. Your friend, ~ May

PS: If this comes through more than once, just ignore that... Tumblr was acting funny and I had to try it again... more than once... seriously I'm sorry if this comes through like ten times

may! great to hear from you/gen

(i was worried when i hadn't heard from you in a while, ngl. happy to hear you're doing okay.)

-the thing about time being soup is pretty funny. i've heard time being described as soupy, which is fairly accurate sometimes. and i'm glad you wouldn't wash a poor innocent soup away.

-yes, i am doing much better after my ER visit. i still have to get the labs done to work out what the heck went wrong, which i've been procrastinating. (i'll make an appointment tomorrow, i swear. or monday, if it's not open over the weekend. ugh)

-you are welcome to save up! commissions are going to be permanently open, because i'm a senior in college now and i need to make money so i can get housing after i graduate. so whenever you want, say the word. i am getting a decent amount of commissions in for the time being. a few people have said that when their next paycheck comes in, they'll talk to me, so i'm glad i'll have work in the future. but yeah anyone can come in at any time and talk to me about that, i don't mind taking on work. it fills up my days in a nice way.

-i love good omens 2, and that series finale was killer in so many ways dlkfsjdlf- i do have a few theories and thoughts, but i won't share them for the time being. i will say i don't agree with the coffee theory though. doesn't feel right given gaiman's usual style of writing.

-thank you for the link! i got it fixed ASAP so i'm not bothered anymore. i do have several thoughts on what tumblr is doing with the direction of this website though.

-i am doing well. tired, but well. my apartment is fully clean now and i can see floor again. it's been a year since it's been this good. (not an exaggeration. i have bad problems with depression nests, and i'm trying to get better.)

take care of yourself too, ok?

#answered ask #personal

[hawkeyedflame]

"anyway, go ahead and post your screenshots, like i give a fuck. i never said anything in that server that i don't stand by still, and i certainly never harassed anyone. while you're doing that, maybe go outside and touch some grass. like, seriously. live your life outside in the real world like a normal person and you might realize that nobody gives a flying fuck about your internet temper tantrums."

This is just Peak ironic and hypocrisy of you and your friends given what they were doing in there but I'm sorry that you just want to sweep everything underneath the rug and act like you're forgiven or have Redemption now when you haven't done anything to become a better person lol lmfao even.

It's super duper funny to watching you try to take the high road here 😂 but just know people know the real you twerp

2) Rules for the not we must be very strong motto with you too 😂 But again it's so crazy how you just lied and then immediately resended that lie and tried to wiggle your way out, you want to talk about being racist or sexist or homophobic but wait till the screenshots come out and I'll tag everything appropriately there for you and see how your friend still feel about you but deep down you haven't changed and wont change just like your creepy pals that were in there with you haven't stopped or changed as well but I'm going to guess that you just conveniently avoided all that somehow huh 3) You were so upset over hominis and his wife both racist sexist garbage people 🤡 enjoy your side show clowns ya freakshow 😂 Karma will see to you, don't worry ugly. 4) Awe you're upset of cisnowflake too another horrible sexist racist loser? For all your projecting and positioning you try to do on your page you're still just the same person you have been 2 years ago and even further back because no matter where you go or what you do you are still you Paige and your true colors will bleed back through and you can't change the hate in your heart anymore than you can change how retarded, ironic and hypocritical you are 😂 Cuz again I don't see you renouncing your friends Behavior or what they did or your part in it you're just mad because I'm here calling you out about it while you're trying to save face. I mean again if you truly moved on and are turning this new page relief you could have just apologized or said you know what that situation was horrible but no you double down back to like you always do and will again. Garbage person, simple ass 🤷‍♂️ 5)Again it's just funny you go from you weren't in any kind of Discord doing harassment or talking shit about people you dont even know and then you admit that you were in there and you stand by everything that you said but then say you've changed and its others problems what you did and caused. Yup that's the way to have integrity and maturity and to get to the next level of being a better person for sure just sleeping everything underneath the rug and flipping everybody off in the process. I hope your life is as "pleasant" as you have been.

I go to bed and then go to work and come back to this word vomit... You might actually be more deranged than the chick from the FMA fandom who was tweaking out about me supposedly being a transphobe. I'm legitimately impressed by your dedication. Honest.

So anyway, this is really funny, I guess since you're on anon like a spineless worm, you're giving me the liberty of having the last word, because I certainly won't be answering any more asks from your crazy ass after this lol

I am friends with very few people in that server. The people who are/were in there at the time that I was also using the server were acquaintances at most, with the vast majority being strangers I'd never met. I never once participated in harassing or being hateful towards anyone while I was using that server. As I said, post your screenshots if it will make you feel big and cool. I do not give a fuck. It's not like I'm going to waste my time looking at whatever "evidence" you think you have on me.

I didn't lie. I said I don't use servers, which is true. I did not say that I've never used servers. 2+ years of not participating in any servers constitutes saying that I do not use servers. You're grasping at straws, it's pretty sad.

When was I ever upset about Hom and his wife? They can take care of themselves. This doesn't even make any sense.

This is actually just really funny. You're here on anon trying to tell me you know me well enough to know whether I've changed as a person. I have, believe me. Just not in my political opinions. I don't need to renounce anything or apologize for anything, because I am not any of the things you are accusing me of being, nor are any of the people you have brought up by name in this weird little mental breakdown you're having in my inbox.

Again, didn't lie. Didn't talk shit about anyone I don't know except for a couple of creepy-ass tumblr losers that were outright stalking a couple of my acquaintances. Perhaps you're assmad because you're one of those stalkers? Much to think about. My life is extraordinarily pleasant, yes, and getting better every single day. Thank you for the well wishes. Happy new year :)

#Anonymous #long post #hall of shame #sorry to everyone who has to see this on their dash #i somehow manage to acquire creepy obsessed fans even though i've been on tumblr like 5 times in the last six months lmao

[joelsgreys]

As someone who was very recently having the same feelings about writing and fitting in on here as you are, I very much understand how you feel. It's extremely painful and makes you question everything, but you really, truly, genuinely are a wonderful writer. I'm glad to hear you don't plan to stop writing, but I hope you don’t leave because you bring value to this fandom and to readers. You could write for any character and someone could emotionally connect to it and that's a very powerful gift. I got a message today from someone telling me my fics got them through really hard times, and hon, I'm gonna tell you the same, because it's true. I felt like I should quit writing because there was a lull in my popularity for a couple fics and it damaged my self confidence, but reading your fics reminded me of why I love to write, which is to connect with people. I read "to do the right thing" and was blown away (though you might not have noticed this name. I have separated blogs for everything). So much so that I was like, oh right, this is why I love to write--to feel things like this and hope others feel the same when reading my work. It's hard to remember on here, where we live by notes and comments and reblogs, that sometimes making an impact on one person is a big deal and it matters. You happen to positively impact a large group of people with every story you post.

I feel like I can confidently say that people here support whatever choices you will make moving forward, but I also feel I can confidently say that we would miss you and your writing.

Sorry this is so long. But I get it, hon. Just keep on keeping on. 🩵 I hope you feel better soon.

I legitimately…am crying. Like I always say “oh I’m crying” no but actual tears are coming down right now and I’m so glad because I think for one, I just need a good cry and get out all these feelings I’ve been harboring and two, I have gotten kind words over the last couple of days that have all had such an impact on me and I think this was the last one, in addition to the others that finally felt like a good slap in the face wake up call to snap me out of whatever emotional dumpsterfire state I’ve been in.

I’ve lost quite a few followers between yesterday and today (I get it, emotional pity party Vee who does nothing but bitch and complain is not a fun person to follow so no hard feelings) but it DID make me wonder if I’m truly being nuts about it all and whether my mental health is just so far down the garbage chute that I don’t see how ridiculous I’m being over nothing? But with people reaching out to tell me they know how it feels…I feel a little less crazy, that’s for sure. I feel disappointed in myself for letting myself fall into that damn trap of caring so much about notes. Especially because when I first started out, I didn’t care about it. I was just having fun and sharing my ideas. The human part of me adores the validation and it makes me feel good and that’s okay, but to let it get to the point where I am letting a number determine whether my stuff is good it or not? That’s not okay. I wouldn’t want anyone, especially fellow writers who I think are so talented, to do this.

I feel ashamed tbh. Because you’re right, touching someone with your writing and connecting to people, that’s what is important. I loved getting replies and messages about someone telling me they can put themselves right in my story, that they felt like they were there. I loved that people told me they could feel my character’s emotions. I hold my characters so close to me and I should not stop loving them. They’re mine, and there are people out there who love them too. It shouldn’t matter if it’s 1 or 1000. If one person adores my sweet lil Peach from ASH, than I appreciate that one person for loving a fictional character I created.

I have a few people who have been so supportive of me and reminding me how much they love my writing and they’re more important to me than all the fucking notes and popularity on this site. And to any of these few people, I’m so sorry for being such a sad train wreck of a person. I hope you know how much I appreciate you sticking around and being so encouraging while I have been in my feels. I didn’t mean to be so ungrateful to you. I’m going to keep on writing and posting for myself, but for YOU as well. Because you’ve been here for me and you support me and that means more to me than anything.

Thank you so much for this message. It truly was the last one that snapped me out of it.

#this was long #i’m sorry #i just had an epiphany

[thatadhdfeel]

hi. i'm sorry for dropping my shit here, i just don't really have anyone i can talk to about my mental state at any given time. i'm bipolar, and i knew i had entered a dep episode for about 2 weeks, but i've been hitting rock bottom pretty hard for at least 5 days now. i wanted to go to the psyc' ER the other day but the one person i asked to come with me couldn't. i've been trying to sedate myself with meds as much as possible but it when it begins to fade it just.. yeah. 1/

i don't know. i just needed to put it out there i guess. especially because i tend to try to hide it as much as possible. a few of my colleagues were absent this week because they were ill, and i'm scared to take a sick leave, because i already took two since the start of september. i already feel so useless &worthless at my job, i fear it might give them an excuse to get rid of me. and i'm scared to add to the stigma surrounding bipolarity. and i'm scared to get fired if my bosses find out. /2

and i can't really think at the moment either. my mind goes blank all the time, i have this massive fog inside my head. i can't stop the voices in my head when they say i'm a piece of garbage and i'm just so tired, mentally and physically. i'm just overall scared, i guess. i don't want to spend the rest of my life dealing with this fucked up brain of mine. i'm exhausted. anyway, sorry... i hope you're okay, have a nice day /3

i’m sorry it probably wasn’t the place either, i just saw a few post with bipolar tags so i assumed… i’m sorry… /4

hey! sorry i took so long to answer. first and foremost, you never have to apologize for an ask like this.

i’m bipolar (recently diagnosed - no diagnosis as one or two yet, but i’m way closer to two. my psych is more of a believer in the “bipolar spectrum” which i agree with.) i know this is an adhd blog but it’s totally okay that you reached out. i don’t mind at all. :)

unfortunately the stigma is very real and heavy. but honestly most people aren’t apt enough to realize someone is bipolar imo. even doctors sometimes don’t recognize it. a lot of people assume it’s unipolar depression. if i’ve learned anything in life it’s that many people, honestly, are paying more attention to themselves.

balancing mental health with a job can be extremely tricky and it’s very unfortunate that we have to. sadly we do live under capitalism, which is a huge stressor on mental health. but please put yourself first. if you have to make up an excuse, go for it. your life is more important. ( and if something happens and you need resumé help, i’m pretty good at them and will provide services for free, if you’re comfortable with that.)

i would also like to make sure - when you refer to sedating with meds, is this under a doctors supervision? i assume if you have meds you’re seeing one - apologies if this is wrong - but communicating with them is extremely important. perhaps an adjustment is needed. i am not a doctor, i want to emphasize that. i’ve just had similar experiences and found frequent adjustments to be necessary.

i’m sorry they couldn’t come to the ER. is there anyone else you can go with? if not - please try to go anyways if you feel like you need it. i know that’s way easier said than done. but the world is a better place with you in it. i know you don’t feel like that right now, but i promise it’s true.

bipolar solidarity, and i hope you feel better soon. ❤️

#bipolar #actuallybipolar #mod jordan #long post

[timeoverload]

I'm really irritated. I came home and went straight to bed last night. The storm woke me up. I am in so much pain right now and I don't think I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. I need to take a shower at some point and I'm not sure how I'm going to manage to do that. I'm tired of sleeping on a bed that's 15 years old. I'm also getting a migraine. I really wish someone wanted to come see me because it's so hard for me to do anything but apparently that's too much to ask. It would have meant a lot to me. No one is coming to rescue me. I'm not that important I guess. Nothing I say matters. I know you had the day off but I guess work still comes first. I don't know why I keep getting my hopes up. I haven't even been able to make myself dinner the past 2 nights because I'm so anxious and exhausted. I feel so dizzy and sick right now. I don't even know if I will have the energy to get myself food for breakfast because I don't really have anything to eat here. I drank a boost so I guess it's better than nothing. This week has been way worse than I was anticipating. I also have like nothing to wear now but I guess I have to figure it out. It would be really great if someone could be direct with me and reach out to me. I wish someone wanted to take care of me. I don't need you to surprise me. I need someone to be there for me. That's all I wanted. I just wanted someone to care enough to do that. This is really hurting me and it's making me sad. I wish you understood. I really don't want to struggle to go down there and get rejected again. Why would this time be any different? You told me you were too busy until October so it's hard for me to believe anything when you won't talk to me. You probably have appointments all day. I don't want to talk about getting more tattoos right now. I can't afford it. I didn't really expect to have to go anywhere today but I guess I don't get a choice now. I guess I have to force myself to get ready to get disappointed again. I'm sorry and I know I probably sound like a bitch but I am so fucking frustrated and I feel like my summer is already over. I'm going to have to get my meds increased when I go to the doctor next week and get on something for anxiety because my mental health is garbage right now. I'm planning on scheduling another epidural steroid injection soon whether someone wants to help me or not. I'm so tired of waiting and suffering. I don't want to waste my time if nothing good is going to happen. I start crying and spiraling every time I get turned away and I'm so scared it's going to happen again. I'm sorry if I'm being rude and for complaining so much. I sure hope I'm in a better mood later today.

#personal

[bonvoyagenoona]

These days i’ve been dreaming about this scenario where something very heartbreaking happens to OC so she’s crying in bed at night devastated and Jimin her bestfriend (who’s also in love with her but never got a chance with her coz she was always in a relationship) is somehow in bed with her comforting her and then they start kissing and shes sniffling and there’s a lot of breathing and out of nowhere she’s like i need you to fuck me and jimin’s like ??? And she’s like what am i that repulsive and he’s like no no at all with heart eyes, so they start fucking so passionately and lovingly and there’s a lot of communication like he checks up on her with every move he makes “do you like that?” “Is this okay?” And he thinks she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seeeen..

Ugh ok im sorry that you had to read this but i can’t stop thinking about being comforted and kissing jimins lucious lips :(

Don’t apologize! What a kind, soft, sweet, comforting moment!! Ahh thank you for sharing it with us! Made me think of When Harry Met Sally, and High Fidelity, and of a BFF Jimin fic I wrote (Bear with Me !!), but it also brought a scene to mind... a little bedtime comfort and fluff before I finally nod off...

A car drives by. Or maybe the garbage truck. Is it that late at night? Or, actually, early in the morning?

How long did you go?

You can feel Jimin next to you. Still trying to catch his breath. Just like you are. Chests rising and falling. Eyes trained on respective spots on your ceiling.

His voice is soft, like it usually is this late. Or, actually, early.

“How do you feel?”

Your panting pushes the words out.

“I’m... I feel...”

You turn to him excitedly, contemplatively running a hand over your bare chest.

“...good.”

He turns to you, eyes flying open. 

“Yeah? Good??”

Stunned, you answer, “Yeah...” Your sad smile stretches across your face. “Still... y’know...”

Jimin watches as your eyes grow distant, patiently waiting as your expression morphs from contentment. To consternation. To grief, that heartbreaking grief that led him to your door, and then your living room, and then your bed. To surprise. To joy. And, happily, back to contentment.

His heart swells when your focus slowly comes back to him. And he hasn’t even heard what you’re about to say.

“But good. Really good.”

He grins. He wonders if you can tell how fast his heart is pumping. If you know that it’s pumping even faster than just moments before.

You nestle your temple into your pillow, thankful that its kept its fluffiness despite. “Why is this... Why have we never...”

You raise your eyebrows.

"I-I mean, like... Had you ever thought about doing i---”

“YES.”

A tender, lively laugh floats out of you, but Jimin looks gravely serious.

"I’ve thought about it. A lot. So many times. I hope that’s not weird to say. Or, like, that it’s not weird to hear.”

"Well, we already fucked, so.”

It’s Jimin’s turn to chuckle, as he replays the way you came for him. Moaned for him. “Yeah. True.”

“So?” you repeat. “Why didn’t we?”

In all his thinking about it, Jimin has come to several answers that he had made peace with years ago. Life. Timing. Fit. You were always with someone. He wasn’t worthy. You didn’t care for him, crave him, the way that he cared for and craved you. It was better to stay friends, especially over the alternative of being nothing else. 

But now that your starry-eyed, satiated gaze is settling into his, he realizes that none of these are actual answers.  

And he isn’t completely sure if any of this is real.

So, he does what people usually do when faced with this kind of blurry freedom. 

He goes with it. 

Even if it’s a delusion. 

How bad can a delusion be if it’s the kind where you feel good, and he gets to be the reason why?

"I don’t know,” he admits. And then, his mischievous eyes zigzag back and forth before his perfect lips smile and say, “But... I’m glad... that’s changed.”

You feel them. Hours ago, you didn’t think you ever would again. 

Butterflies.

“Me too,” you coo warmly, snuggling into him, as he wraps his arms around you, and rests his luscious lips on your forehead, “me too.”

The first tides of sleep are starting to wash ashore.

You try to say it before the thought is carried out to sea and lost forever.

“Can we do it again?”

Jimin laughs softly. 

“Yes."

You let out a happy, warm moan, the muscles in your body finally, finally relaxing, the waves of slumber starting to pull you in.

“But right now, it’s time to sleep. Hmm?”

You nod, nose pressing into his throat, forehead gently hitting his chin, his lips pressing kisses on each touch.

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