#just a good reminder of why i don't usually bother with this shit
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I love arguing with strangers on the internet 🙃
#generally i try to keep myself out of fandom discourse#like i'll state my opinions but i'm not about to argue with anyone about it#if someone replies trying to i just ignore them#and if i see other people say things i don't agree with i just keep scrolling#don't respond or anything#at least generally#but occasionally i'll break this rule and respond to people who try to start something on a post I've made#which i did the other day#not on here on a different site#listen it's just no fucking fun to just sit there and argue with people#just a good reminder of why i don't usually bother with this shit
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How JJK men react to different insecurities part 3
Pairings: Nanami x overweight fem! reader (requested by @deegausserr)
Choso x fem!reader with big breasts (requested by anon)
Yuji/Todo x tall/curvy fem!reader (requested by @sitarawrites, @hitori979, @sophyr05 and anon, I see y'all my tall queens)
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: not 100% proofread, as usual don't read if you feel triggered by those topics, listen I literally have no boobs so I'm beyond sorry if Choso's part is shit, overweight and big breast parts contain insults (please note that this is definetely not the way I feel about it!) but also so much comfort from your favorite characters, you are beautiful just the way you are 🤍
Part 1: Nanami x reader with facial scars; Megumi x reader with small breasts; Sukuna x reader with acne (click here to read)
Part 2: Nanami x reader who doesn't want kids; Gojo x reader who gained weight; Megumi x reader with hooked nose (click here to read)
Nanami with an overweight reader
(Imaging him grabbing those ass bully girls like this okay)
You cover yourself up the minute he enters the room. He, the man who caught your eye since the beginning. He, who looks so effortlessly good in that suit. He, a well-trained man with a body like the statues in ancient Greek.
“Hey, the same as usual?”
“Thank you, (y/n).”
Just him, Kento Nanami. And you? Well, you have nothing in common with all those things. To be exact, you aren’t even sure if he ever noticed you. Why would he? You are nothing but a worker in a coffee shop, average-looking and…
You swallow. You are overweight. Not that it would bother you this much. After all, you work hard for your money each and every day, you do your best to keep your head above the water. You never really felt the urge to lose weight until reality, or rather other people, hit you.
“Oh, look who’s working again!”
“Did you already eat all those muffins? How is it possible that when you’re working, all the food is gone around this time?”
There they are again. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything is alright. Just suffering a few minutes, just letting their words hit you a little longer and they’ll be gone again. You just have to get through this. It’s not like you haven’t heard those group of actual grown-ups say those nasty things to you over a hundred times already.
But no. Today, it isn’t that easy. Because on the table in front of you sits none other than Kento Nanami who reads his paper and sips on his cup of coffee like he always does. Why do you suddenly feel the urge to defend yourself, to make them stop talking to you like that?
“Can you guys just leave me alone? I’m doing my job here, okay? Would you like to drink or eat something-“
“Fat pig”, one of the blonde girls suddenly spits at you.
This is nothing new. You should be used to it by know, all the countless insults especially that group of four girls always spits at you are too much to even count. Then why…Why do your eyes roam to his perfectly trimmed blonde undercut, why do you ball your fist in an instant?
What a dumb mistake. One of the girls follows the direction of your sight, breaking out in hysterical laughing when realizing that you were looking at Kento Nanami. No, please don’t make a stupid comment, please just grab a coffee and leave this place. Even though it hurts to get reminded of the stinging fact that you are overweight almost every single day, what hurts even most is…
“I can’t believe you! Why would a fatass like you even look in his direction? Can’t you see that he’s out of your league? God, you are so pathetic it makes my wanna cry. I mean, don’t you have a mirror at home, can’t you see that you are nothing but a fat fuck? Nobody will ever want you, (y/n). Especially not a handsome man like him.”
It’s hard for Nanami to contain his temper, hand already trembling threatful. Who do these girls think they are to talk to you in such a nasty way? You are breathtakingly stunning with eyes that radiate nothing but kindness, you work so hard each and every day. You…
You don’t deserve this.
“Leave me alone”, you mumble again.
And for the first time in forever, your throat starts to burn as well as your eyes. At this point you were so used to getting picked on that you didn’t even cry about it anymore after some time. But this…this isn’t about your weight anymore. This hits you right where it hurts.
Kento Nanami.
You don’t even dare to look his direction, eyes pierced to the ground while their venomous laughs fill the room with hatred. The urge to just get out of here, to leave this place and never return becomes almost unbearable. Maybe…maybe you should really lose some weight. Your eyes dart towards the counter in whose glass your figure is reflected.
You feel absolutely horrible and disgusting. A silent sob escapes your lips. Yes, why would someone like Kento Nanami ever want someone like you?
“Awww look at her, now she’s crying!”
You can’t take the shame anymore. Without thinking twice, you storm out of the coffee shop, ignoring your co-worker calling out your name behind. It began to rain in waterfalls, your tears now mixing with the drops from above.
There was probably never a moment in your life where you hated yourself as much as now. What where you even thinking, getting all excited every morning because of that force of a man? Were you really too dumb to realize that Kento Nanami would never fall for a girl like you?
A fat pig, a person so undisciplined that it shows, a girl that could never wear his t-shirts as a dress. You are a nobody, an ugly figure in a world full of skinny models-
“(y/n)!”
That voice makes your guts turn in an instinct, heart pounding against your chest. You pick up your pace immediately, almost running down the rainy streets of Tokyo into an alley. Of course, he followed you. After all, Kento Nanami is a gentleman out of romance books, the perfect man. But you’d rather die that let him comfort you. No, you don’t want to hear that he’s sorry about their cruel words, you don’t want him to look down at you with his pity-filled eyes.
You simply can’t take it.
“Hey, (y/n). Please look at me.”
With a swift motion, he grabs your wrist and turns you around. You feel like dying right here and now, his chocolate brown eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.
But then…
He pushes you against the wall and just kisses you. His lips collapse onto yours with so much passion that it simply takes your breath away, his eyes roaming around your body hungrily. You stare at him in sheer disbelief. Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? Countless lonely night, you imagined what it would feel like to have him this close, to feel his body against yours. And now…And now that gorgeous man pinned you against a wall.
“Don’t you dare to believe a single word they said. I promise you that they’ll never speak to you like this again. I made sure of that.”
It feels so surreal, almost too good to be true. Is he only doing this out of pity, because he doesn’t want you to feel bad? Your heart sinks painfully. Is that what this is about?
“You don’t have to do that so I’m feeling better”, you mumble against his lips.
Instinctively, you cross your arms in front of your chest, hiding you like you always do around him.
“I’m not saying this to make you feel better”, he replies in an instant, hands gently untucking your arms to place his own around your waist.
“I’m saying this because I can’t take my eyes off you since I saw you the first time I stepped into this café. You have to be the most beautiful person I have ever seen, (y/n). I adore your delicate curves, your inviting smile, your unshakable character. I love the way your hair falls and how you prepare my coffee. I adore you just the way you are. Did you really think I’m there because of the coffee? It’s not that good if you’re asking me.”
His comment makes you giggle your tears away and shaking your head at the same time.
“Yeah, the coffee isn’t that great to be honest”, you comment.
“But you are.”
He looks down at you all serious again, his intense gaze making your knees go weak in an instant.
“And I want nothing more than to take you out to a nice restaurant.”
Choso with a reader who has big breasts
You were never keen to meet new people, especially men. Not because you aren’t talkative or enjoy others company. No, it’s because you never know how they’ll react when seeing you for the first time.
Even though especially other women are jealous of you because of how big your breasts are, you truly hate them. It seems like the second you meet someone, all they have eyes for is your cleavage. No matter if you wear a baggy shirt, your uniform or one of the dresses you normally adore so much, your boobs come first. And you fucking hate it.
“Hey, why are you so nervous, (y/n)? I’m sure you and Choso will get along just fine!”, Yuji tries to cheer you up with a kind smile.
“And probably your-“
“Shut up right now, moron”, Megumi mumbles instinctively.
You sign to yourself. It’s clear that he’s just trying to be nice and funny, but to be honest you want to cry. Since puberty hit you, no one ever saw you like an individual anymore. No, you are either sexualized or body-shamed.
“Would you crush me with your melons for some money? C’mon (y/n).”
“There she is again. Look at her tits!”
“She’s just showing off. What a slut.”
“I bet those would be a good ass pillow.”
You are so damn tired of it. Tired of all the people talking about you behind your back, tired of being nothing but a sex object, tired of having no character. Even though here at Jujutsu High, people seem to finally get that you are indeed a human being all by yourself and would never talk badly about you, you can feel their looks.
“Oh, there he is! Come on, (y/n)!”
No, no, no. Is it too late to just turn around and leave this place? Maybe Maki is still free, you should go and grab a drink with her. Or even better, barricade yourself into your dorm and return when this man is gone.
“You must be (y/n). My little brother told me a lot about you”, a dark voice introduces itself.
Your eyes dart up in panic. Oh, you just know how this goes. First of all, he’ll look down at your breasts. If he’s having at least a spark of decency, his eyes will dart back to your face and roam around when he thinks you’re not paying any attention. And maybe, just maybe, he won’t mention your cleavage for quite some time.
“Nice to meet you”, you mumble annoyed already.
Huh, his eyes rest right on your face, a small smile forming itself on his lips. You tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes in confusion. Well, this is definitely new. He didn’t even look at them, not a single glimpse onto your body.
“Is it true that you have a thing for blood manipulation? Yuji told me you are interested in learning more about that technique.”
“Well, yeah…”
You have to blink a few times. He is so…different from everyone else. Not even Megumi resisted the urge to look down at you, you even heard him talking about it with Yuji someday. But this man…what was his name again? Choso? He seems to be curious about…
You. Nothing but you.
“I am quite skilled when it comes to blood manipulation. If you want, I will gladly show you a few things.”
“Y-yeah…I mean…That would be nice. Like, today?”, you stutter awkwardly, completely caught off guard by this unexpected change of scenery.
“If you have time, of course.”
“Okay, then…I’ll change now.”
“I’ll meet you at the training field.”
“Yeah…”, you mutter.
As soon as you leave the room, Yuji seems to finally regain your voice.
“And? What do you think about her?”
“I think she seems quite nice for a human being.”
“And what else?”
A big pause that makes your heart shatter for a brief moment. Maybe he isn’t as different as you thought. Maybe he’s just thinking about your cleavage like everybody else does, maybe-
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Haven’t you seen her,…y’know…Megumi?”
“He means her breasts”, Megumi clarifies.
“Why would I look at her breasts when she seems to have an interesting character?”
Your heart almost beats out of your chest, ears literally unable to comprehend what you’ve just heard. It really shouldn’t touch you like that. But oh, the second you begin to realize what that stranger just said your eyes get glossy. It might only be a little statement for him, but it surely means the world to you.
In a world that shames on you for something you can’t change, in a world in which men only took you on dates or talked to you because of your breasts and not because of your personality.
Choso seems to be the first person who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck about the way you look. And oh does it feel nice.
“Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”, you mumble to yourself.
Yuji and Todo with a cury/tall girl
Just one look at him seems to sweep you off your feet. The way he walks, the way he talks, simply the way he carries himself. It wasn’t hard to fall for Yuji, but it was definitely rough to find out he isn’t interested in you.
“What kind of woman is Yuji actually into?”
Nobara looked at you up and down, visibly bamboozled about what you’ve just asked. There aren’t many things she doesn’t think about, but Yuji Itadori’s type is definitely one of them.
“I don’t know girl…But I guess he’s the type for rather short girls, don’t ya think?”
You hated the way your heart instantly began to ache in your ribcage. Of course he does. Aren’t all boys nowadays into petite girls with a bubbly personality? And to be honest, you are none of that.
Taller than all the other girls and even some boys around Jujutsu High, curvier than anyone else, probably uglier than the rest. You never put much thought into all of these things, but right. Why would Yuji be any different from all the guys you’ve met before?
“Who the hell is this woman, Itadori?”
Todo can’t help but shamelessly stare at you. This is too good to be true, a sight straight out of his dreams. You…You are even better than Takada-chan.
“Huh? Oh, that’s (y/n)”, he replies with a small grin, just one look at you making his heart stumble all over again.
He hasn’t seen you in quite some time now that he thinks of it.
“What kind of woman is your type, Itadori Yuji?”
The pink-haired boy has to blink a few times, eyes still set on your delicious curves and gorgeous long legs.
“I like tall woman with a big ass.”
“Is that your final answer?”, he huge boy next to him urges, grabbing him by his uniform so roughly that his eyes yank away from you.
“Yes!”, he replies immediately.
“Then get going, we need to talk to this beauty over there”, he announces, dragging Yuji behind him before he is even able to reply.
You tilt your head to the side. What the hell is going on over there? Who is that shirtless guy and…is that Yuji he drags behind him as if he’s taking out trash?
“You!”, he shouts into your direction, eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.
What the hell is this about? Should you run away, cry for help? He definitely looks pretty dangerous to you with the way his muscles seem to grow with every step he takes towards you.
“Hey, let me go! I can walk by myself!”, Yuji protests.
“Now talk to her”, Todo hisses, almost pushing him into you.
“Oh, hi (y/n)!”
“Well, hi Yuji…”, you answer rather confused.
You look even better from over here, your body lingering over his own by a few centimetres. Yes, you have to be the biggest woman Yuji has ever seen with a character so badass that no one can hold a candle to you. And those curves, those oh so delicious curves…
“Tell her what kind of woman is your type”, the guy next to him demands harshly.
“Stop being so damn loud, she hears you!”
“Oh, I definitely do. What is all of this bullshit about and what kind of freak are you exactly?”
“Itadori loves tall woman with a big ass.”
Well, that’s rather unexpected. Yuji turns as red as a tomato, not daring to shoot a single glimpse your way. But Nobara said that he likes petite girls and somehow, this always made sense to you. Still, his body doesn’t lie. And the fact that he doesn’t say anything against it tells you…
“You like tall woman with a big ass”, you repeat.
“Well, to be honest, I just like you, (y/n)”, he mutters along with scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“I like you too. You have to be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Let me cherish you for the rest of our lives”, the guy named Todo purrs.
“Hey, I thought you were my wingman and now you’re trying to steal my girl away from me!”, Yuji protests.
“When did I ever say that, moron? We might be brothers, but this right here is my girl-“
“WE ARE NOT BROTHERS AND (Y/N) IS NOT YOUR GIRL!”
“I’ve been crazy about you for so long. I can’t believe you actually find me attractive, Yuji”, you interrupt their little chitchat.
Your heart feels light as a feather, so good that you are almost think about giggling out in sheer joy.
“Are you kidding? You are what dreams are made of, (y/n)! I was just too shy to admit…”
“I’d never be too shy to show my love. Pick me, (y/n)!”
“GET AWAY FROM HERE!”
“I’M NOT LEAVING MY GIRL BEHIND!”
"That's enough, I'm leaving. See you around guys", you announce with a sly grin.
"OUCH, DID YOU JUST SLAP ME TODO!?"
"JUST THE WAY YOU DESERVE IT, ITADORI!"
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can we pleaseeee have a pt.2 to nightmare academia bc THOSE TWO HAVE SO MUCH TENSION???!!!!!
♥ Summary: abso-fucking-lutely you can. here's reid's proper response to the typewriter incident(s) [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]
♥ Warnings: discussions of sex, but no actual smut. arguing. spencer's a little mean, but shit, so's the reader. crim and psych facts. this is another 1000 words of the reader being a brat and reid losing his cool over it
♥ A/N: i still don't know when this is. if you have ideas, lmk, but again, im thinking it's right after s9.
♥ Word Count: 1646
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Yeah, so, about three weeks later, your students started breaking down again. You had to wonder if Dr. Reid was actually some sort of closet sadist who enjoyed watching his students break down. You tried to shake that thought from your head. He had been an FBI agent, after all!
If he was a sadist, he wouldn’t have left the FBI.
You reached your sobbing student quota of seven faster this time- though in at least one instance, the student apologized for Reid.
“He’s a good professor,” they said, curling up in a hard plastic chair that was not meant to be curled up in, “He’s just really bad at technology.”
You couldn’t help but agree. The students you had in common with Reid were incredibly insightful when they spoke in class- specifically on topics that the doctor would have touched on. Despite that, you could only have so many students come to you on the brink of collapse without doing something about it.
So. You brought the typewriter out again.
-
Spencer had tried to do the whole laptop thing. He really had. However, when the time came for one of his classes to submit an assignment, half of that class presented him with links to Google Documents that he couldn’t access. And this was after he requested PDFs!
After a weekend of writing emails, making repeated calls to Penelope Garcia, and lying facedown on the couch trying to fight off a migraine, Reid gave up on the technology thing. He banished laptops from his classroom once more. He told himself he just wouldn’t let the typewriter bother him. He wouldn’t let you bother him. At least, you wouldn’t bother him as much as emails did.
Then he got to class.
“So, when we look at externalizing disorders-”
Click, click, click, click, click.
“As the name would suggest-”
Click, click, click, click, click.
“These are the issues that manifest externally-”
Click, click, click, click, click.
“Maladaptive behaviours caused by externalizing disorders impact the environment-”
Click, click, click, click, click.
“While internalizing disorders do not, generally, cause crime-”
Click, click, click, click, click.
“Externalizing disorders-”
Click, click, click, ding!
“Son of a bitch-!”
Reid’s students watched as their usually composed professor began to fray at the edges. His long fingers ran through his hair, messing up his already messy curls. He ignored the way some strands landed in front of his eyes- how could he pay attention to that? He was too focused on not screaming in frustration. Reid pulled off his cardigan almost forcefully and threw it on his chair. His body felt too warm, his skin a prison and his ribs a furnace. He crossed his arms, bringing one hand up to press his fingers against his brow.
He stood like that for a few moments, catching his breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t supposed to let you get to him.
When Spencer tried to profile you, he saw a respected professional who genuinely cared about their students- so much so that you went out of your way to interfere with his classroom policies. He didn’t know why you cared so much. Most professors wanted to see their students succeed to a degree, but you seemed to have it out for him, specifically.
Maybe it was his anti-tech policies. Maybe it was just something about him. Spencer knew he was a difficult person to be around. You wouldn’t be the first person who couldn’t stand him because of things that were just intrinsic parts of his being. You definitely wouldn’t be the first person to be annoyed by him. Whatever it was, he was going to figure it out- even if he had to return to your office to do it.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Returning to externalizing disorders-”
Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click. DING.
You were going to be the death of Spencer Reid.
-
That evening, you caught Reid just outside your office, typewriter held aloft in his arms. You didn’t try to get the door for him.
“Well, hello Doctor Reid! Is there anything I can help you with?”
Reid didn’t bother with pleasantries. He got right to the point, “Why are you doing this?”
You played dumb- it was one of your favourite things to play, “Whatever do you mean, Doctor? I’m just supplying my students with the tools they need to learn. Do you have a problem with that?”
Reid pulled his lips together and frowned. He looked a little bit like a frog- or perhaps a sad chipmunk. You refused to admit that the exasperated expression on his face was kind of cute.
“Don’t play dumb with me, I know you’re smarter than this. What could you possibly stand to gain from irritating me incessantly?”
“Why don’t you profile me about it, FBI guy?” you raised your eyebrows, very clearly mocking his previous line of work as you relaxed against the door.
“Okay,” Reid grit his teeth, re-adjusting his grip on the typewriter. If you wanted to play this game, he would play, “You’re irritating me out of a strange mix of genuine concern for your students, and what appears to be a desperate need for attention. Maybe your parents didn’t focus on you enough during your childhood. Maybe you feel inferior in your work, so you’re taking it out on me. Either way, it’s kind of sad.”
Your eyes narrowed. A vein in your jaw twitched. Your mouth turned downward into a scowl as you tried very hard to pretend that you didn’t feel just a little inferior in your work. And hey, even if you did, that had nothing to do with this. He was wrong- not entirely- but enough to keep you steady.
You knew you were playing a dangerous game.
“For a profiler, that was a pretty shit assessment. What I stand to gain isn’t attention. If I wanted your attention, I would have it. What I gain is a student body that’s further than two inches from collapse,” you leaned back against the door again, keeping him out and forcing him to keep the typewriter in his arms.
“What about you, Doctor?” you hissed, “What could you possibly stand to gain from murdering your students by way of lead poisoning?”
“Lead hasn’t been used in the creation of pencils since 1978, and the amount of lead paint a person could ingest by chewing the paint off a pencil wouldn’t be lethal. Try harder.”
“‘Try harder,’ he tells me. Fine. You aren’t a sadist and you aren’t going for mass murder by way of pencil. Maybe you’re just a huge asshole, but if you were, that reputation would precede you. I’m out of ideas, so just tell me. Why stop with the tech? It looked like it was working.”
“It wasn’t, not that that’s your business,” Reid adjusted his stance, trying to take a defensive stance without dropping the typewriter, “And how do you know I’m not a sadist? That’s a pretty big inference considering we’ve only worked together for a few months.”
“If you were a sadist, you would’ve stayed in the position that gave you the most power over other people. University professor is not that position.”
Reid went silent for a second. Then, to your surprise, he gave you a straight answer, “The laptops worked until I assigned a paper. I received broken links, inaccessible files, and a migraine.”
You paused, squinting at him slightly, “It was Google Docs, wasn’t it? They all sent in links to Google Docs?”
Reid paused, tilting his head like a confused puppy. What a fucking asshole, looking so fucking adorable while being a huge dick. Maybe that was on you. You had to stop comparing him to cute things.
“How did you know?”
“Because college kids have the capacity for massive stupidity. Did you specify what format you wanted?”
“Of course I did, I’m a professional.”
“Uh-huh,” you didn’t seem to believe him, “Well, even if you did, some of your students are gonna fuck it up.”
“How?! I stated it multiple times-!”
“Well, forgive the rest of the world for not having IQs in the thousands and eidetic memories. Some of us forget things, Professor.”
“It’s 187.”
“Excuse me?”
“My IQ, it’s 18-”
“Anyone who actually tries to measure intelligence with IQ is fucking unintelligent, and not worth my time. Give me my typewriter and get out of my office.”
“We aren’t in your office.”
“Give me! My typewriter! And get out! Of my office!!”
When he still didn’t move, you seized the typewriter from him and hissed, “Out!! Away with you now!! Don’t make me bite you, because I swear to god-”
Reid put his hands up in surrender, stepping back and heading down the hallway. The second you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Emails were a no-go, but a call? That he could manage.
“Hey, Garcia? I need you to do a background check on someone for me… what? No, this isn’t about the PDFs! I need everything you have on Professor (Y/N) (L/N).”
-
Meanwhile, across town in a bar that just so happened to be very popular with college kids, a certain group of students sat. This group had one major thing in common- they shared two specific professors.
“So, profs (L/N) and Reid are fucking, right?”
“If they aren’t already, they will be soon enough. Did you see him lose it over the typewriter in class today? He said an actual swear. Fucking nuts.”
“That was kind of hot, I’ll be honest.”
“It was- but I’ll bet you anything that (L/N) tops.”
“You’re a degenerate. I’ll bet ten on those odds.”
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Yandere Best Friend pt 2
tw: self harm, mentions of violence, general deranged yandere shenanigans, angst
ageless blogs n minors DNI blease tq <3
part 1 here
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this sucks bros i broke my fucken leg and i cant move, my cast is so itchy and i cant scratch and i feel nasty cause i cant shower
feeling bads, so thats why i churned part 2 out faster thn usual , its shorter than before but just need some angsty comfort atm
as uaual many errors cause i did not proofreasd
enjoy i hope
You left the exam hall a couple hours later. To find out that your dad left a total of seven missed calls. You thought someone fucking died.
Of course, you called back. Preparing for the worst.
Your father picked up the phone, he explained that it was your friend. He had a mental breakdown because you weren't there for the opening of his dream restaurant. Eventually though, he calmed down enough to come back into the building to return the phone, eyes noticeably dull and tired, worse than before. He never stopped trembling.
The three of them sat down and talked.
Neither of your parents knew you stopped contacting him. They thought everything was fine, so your friend couldn't fault them for that.
Your parents trusted your friend, so they gave him your phone number and told him basic information about you now. Such as, the country you're studying in and the course.
You felt a pang of guilt, but you had to move on. You understood that he was busy, it would probably do no good for you to try and reach out to him. You would just ruin his plan and distract him too much. At least, that was what you thought.
Usually, he would call every day. But that turns to once every three days. Then once a week. Then never.
It's true that he would not miss a single day to send you a sweet message, a reminder to practice self care and that you're very dear to his heart. Which would be then followed by an update to his progress, it was stressful to read what he was going through and that was all he talked about. You felt like his personal diary, he stopped asking about how things were going for you.
Since it doesn't seem to bother him you weren't replying because he would send his texts when the entire world is asleep, you stopped opening his texts too.
You wanted to tell him in person that you're moving out to pursue your studies and you were granted a student loan. A crushing student loan. But... You believe his ten minutes of free time a week is better used for his sleep. Or even going to the bathroom perhaps.
A day passes by another and in the end, you moved on without him. Without telling him. It just always slips your mind every time you see him brisk walking towards his beat up car with a stack of metal trays in his arms. They must be extremely heavy, you could see the veins bulging out of his forearms and forehead.
It was hard to watch his cheeks get sunken in, his hair going back to its' matted, unhealthy state, dark bags forming under his constantly bloodshot eyes. He looked like he aged a decade older from all the stress and pressure. But... He is working towards his dream and you're happy for him. It was great that he finally achieved what he wanted, he deserved all of its glory for working his ass off like that.
You held no ill will towards him, but you grew apart. He was so consumed with work that the friendship suffered in silence, there were no more fun hangouts together at the mall, you don't get to eat his cooking anymore (you didn't want to burden him by buying a tray, he already has too much to do), no more fun conversations about the silliest shit. It was just... Bank loans, revenue, expenses, investors, employees, employers, credit score, mortgages, taxes etcetera. The urgency and distress was also rubbing off you too, there were nights you woke up in a cold sweat because you had a nightmare that your hypothetical restaurant failed and you went into debt.
So you thought, he needed his time. You shouldn't really interfere with anything you don't understand. Your friend is already nose deep in the real world, you're not even close to it yet and you're not ready for it yet either. Therefore, you took the route most young adults take after getting a high school diploma: getting a bachelor's degree in some field of study that you probably don't even like.
You trudged onwards to the direction of your hostel. You need to get ready for your shift, money is a little tight now and you don't want to burden your parents too much. They're already sending a lot of money to support your living.
If your friend knew you were working hard for some extra money, his heart would break. It would be devastating news to him, no doubt, he would at least have a dozen freakouts and breakdowns. But you don't know that, yet.
As expected, your friend eventually called you. It was later than expected; it took him a week before he called your new phone number himself. He needed to calm down and collect his thoughts, as he knew that he might just drive you away if he comes barreling in with passionate yelling and sobbing over the phone. Plus, he also needed to focus on his new restaurant too, he can't just abandon his lifelong dream like that. How else is he going to make enough money to provide for you? He can't take back the money and time he invested in this now, all he can do is keep going and find some compromise.
It was tempting to go M.I.A. and hastily book a plane ticket to wherever you're studying. He was deeply yearning for your presence, he was desperate, he was clawing his arms and decorating them with nasty scars in an attempt to keep the urge at bay. He was extremely miserable but he had to keep going, to build that wonderful, cushiony foundation for you and him to fall back onto.
Everything he does, he does it for you.
He was polite, kind and pleasant during the first phone call you both had in two years. Though, there was a noticeable twinge of hurt in his mildly wavering voice. He still sounded like he's happy and relieved to hear you again.
The call started off with a greeting, then some small talk, then finally to the meat of the call;
Why didn't you tell me? He asked. It seems like he was fighting back his tears.
You didn't answer right away, you don't know what to say.
You could tell him the truth that he was too busy with his endeavors and you just don't feel like interfering by burdening him with "unnecessary information". However, you think that might wound him deeply as you're somewhat blaming him for your own actions.
You could lie... and tell him what, exactly? Either way, it would hurt him even more and there is probably going to be some resentment.
So, you apologized. You kept your reasoning brief and simple; you needed to move on. You acknowledged that whatever you did wasn't very nice of you, but you still had to proceed and you thought that it would be better that you didn't tell him.
There was a moment of silence between the both of you.
On the other side of the call, your friend was wracking his brain, trying to comprehend what you just told him. It came across as you not wanting to do anything with him anymore because you feel unprioritized, unimportant, inferior. Guilt and remorse was eating him up, he is putting all the faults onto himself.
He spiraled downwards in that call, spewing nonsense and absurd promises to destroy everything he has ever worked for just to have you back in his arms. Deranged negotiations involving the idea of blinding, deafening, mutilating or doing some sort of bodily or mental harm to himself to prove something; prove that he puts you above everything else and also to punish himself for neglecting you.
It was horrifying to hear your dear friend babble about putting himself into financial ruin for the sake for your forgiveness. He spoke of his accomplishments and advancements as they were disposable, as if it held no value compared to you.
This isn't normal, far from it, Your friend devolved so much to the point he was making demented pledges to kill and maim your enemies for you, and only you. To eviscerate the ones you dislike and send videographic proof of it, to disembowel his business associates to show that they mean absolutely nothing to him. Mind you, he was talking about real, breathing, living humans.
It was hard to fully grasp the insanity in his now incoherent words, he was muttering apologies and self hatred. Promises of severe self harm was also common in his mad speech. At one point, religion and superstitions were thrown into the mix. But you could not understand what he was chanting about.
What the fuck are you talking about? Your friend didn't pick up on your distress... or words over his excessive tirade against himself.
Everything I do, I do it for you, and I would do anything and everything for you. I love you- You hung up.
You couldn't take a second more of that. It was really difficult to see this side of him. It hurts you too that he became like this, perhaps all the stress from building a business from the ground up fried his mind. Whatever it was, you knew that he is not good for you anymore.
You sent him a final text message telling him that you're not comfortable with him after that massive sanity slippage. You wished him luck and expressed your regrets that it had to turn out this way.
You didn't give him a chance to respond, you blocked him immediately on everything and went on with your day.
Whatever he said kept replaying in your head like a broken record. It was pure horror.
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long days & rewards.
✦ summary; rafe had a long day at work, so you come up with an idea to make him feel so much better.
✦ warnings: mentions of drugs, rafe struggling slightly w his mental health & self doubt, mentions of ward. | SMUT: oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, floor sex (is that a thing???)
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The front door slammed shut and a heavy sigh followed, you heard attentively while your eyes focused on the stove in front of you— you didn't have to turn your head to see who it was, you knew already by the routine that followed: shoes on the doormat, keys on a glass bowl, jacket on the coat-rack.
Some silent steps followed, and soon you felt a couple of strong arms wrapping around your body, his chest pressing against your back as he softly placed a kiss on your temple. The scent of his cologne mixed with his own personal one relaxed you, allowing yoursef to untense in his arms.
Now that you two had gotten married, Rafe was trying to be a better man, a better lover for you. And taking into account that he's making an effort to be a good husband, it wasn't odd for Rafe act like this, although most of the times it meant that his mood wasn't at its best.
When he's the one to initiate physical, affectionate moments like this one, with soft kisses and caresses... it usually means something happened and his attitude was affected, it's hard to pinpoint if he's sad, stressed, or mad... it's up for you to figure that part out.
He didn't say anything, he just took a deep breath, inhaling the scent from the dinner dish you were currently cooking mixed with the smell of your shampoo and your daily perfume, the one he absolutely loves. One of his arms loosened around you, and Rafe began to fidget with the edge of the clothing you were currently wearing— it was one of his shirts, the edge of it reached the middle of your thigh, so soon enough Rafe was mindlessly tracing shapes on your skin as he observed your hands cooking.
"How was your day, my love?” you finally decided to ask, since he had yet to say a word.
"Long," He sighed, his body tensed as he unwrapped his arms from your body and took a deep breath, you frowned slighly, as you didn't intend to make him feel bad, or to even remind him of it. "Shitty."
"What happened?" you asked softly, taking a glance at him and seeing him standing by the table, pouring himself some wine in advance.
"I'm still adjusting to it all, you know, to being their boss," he began to explain, taking a zip from the wine as if to clear his throat. "And the guys… my employees, don't seem to like the change. They all treat me like-like- I don't know. They look at me and all they see is Ward's son, they treat me like I'm an idiot, like I don't know shit about the business, they don't see me as their boss, you know? No matter how hard I try to be."
"Oh baby," you said with a frown as you kept stirring the pot, though your eyes were on Rafe. "I'm sure you're a great boss and you're doing an incredible job."
"They don't act like it, though. When they look at me, all they see is the Kook Prince, Ward's son, the guy who used to get high on his free time, and that bothers the shit out of me. I'm so much more than that, yeah? My father saw it, saw potential, that's why he made me CEO. So, I- I don't know why the fuck they act like this, like I'm an idiot. It fucking pisses me off."
Rafe had indeed changed. When you met him he was a mess, getting high all the time, having a hard time controling his impulses and his anger, and with severe addiction issues. Although, with time and your help he began to get better, to stabilize himself, but sure, there's times when the old Rafe takes a peek and he acts like a complete asshole, but he's trying to be better, to change. It's a shame people don't appreciate that, it seems like Rafe fucked up way too many times for it to be excused.
"You are not that man anymore, Rafe, and sooner or later they're going to realize that. You've changed for the better," you encouraged your husband, you hated seeing him so down. "You're smart Rafe, you're a natural when it comes to your father's business and I promise it will get better."
"I sure fuckin' hope so, or I'm gonna fire them all.”
You took another glance at him and noticed just how done he looked, his shoulders were tense, his grip on the wine glass was tight, and his whole composture was stiff, and the look on his face... you've seen it plenty of times, and it doesn't mean good news.
He needs some relief, and you know exactly how to give it to him.
You turned off the stove so the food wouldn't overcook while you're busy, and then you walked to where he stood, slipping between the table and him, placing your hands softly on his chest, rubbing up and down.
'I'm proud of you." you said in all honesty.
"Yeah?" he asked with a smirk, though through all the smug attitude, you could see the glimmer in his eye, he’s not used to people being proud of him and verbally expressing it to him, so you’ve come to learn he values your encouraging words.
"Absolutely," you smirk, running your hands across his chest still. "And you know what? I wanna show you just how much I appreciate you."
"Huh," he seemed to catch on pretty fast, as his stare darkened as lust clouded his mind. "I could use some of that."
"I know," you said, taking his hand and walking both of you to the living room. "Let me take care of you."
Rafe smirked once again and leant down, catching your lips with his immediately. His hands went to your hips as you two kept walking deeper into the room, directly to the couch. Rafe sat down on the sofa, his hands keeping a secure hold on your waist, pulling you to sit on him— but you resisted, parting your lips from his, straightening your body and looking down at him.
Rafe looked up at you, slightly surprised by this, but the darkened blue of his eyes let you know he wasn't against this sudden change of tactics, if anything, he liked where this was going.
You took a step closer, standing in between his legs, Rafe began to ran his hands up your naked legs, slowly sliding them under the button down shirt of his that you were wearing, and right when he was about to reach your underwear, you softly slapped his hands away.
"Princess, don't do this to me..." he groaned, slightly annoyed.
Giving in a little, you bent down and started unbuttoning his shirt, leaning down to kiss him and begin a trail of kisses, from his lips, to his jaw and down his neck, where you slowed down and started to suck, all without leaving marks.
Your kisses continued going down, to his chest— that's when you knelt on the floor, your knees making contact with the soft carpet. Now that you were face to face with his torso, you began to kiss, licking your way down, causing a hiss and a groan to escape his lips.
"Hey, don't tease me." he almost chastised, looking down at you.
"This? This is barely teasing," you said in a playful tone, your hands now moving to buckle of his belt, unfastening it as your eyes remained in his. "I'm doing nothing."
"Keep playing around and you'll see what happens, yeah?" His voice, his tone and the look on his eyes alone could've been enough to make you surrender, but where was the fun in that? whenever Rafe got in this particular 'mood', the nights were mindblowing. It was worth the risk.
You unzipped his pants and he moved his hips up, making it easier for you to pull his pants and his boxers down his legs. His dick was soon free, hard and ready for you to do something. You looked up at him through your lashes. He was looking down at you intently, eyes dark as his tongue slid over his lips– he looked desirable.
Looking at his eyes still, you licked up his length, all the way from the base to the tip, he let out an almost inhuman groan to that, and it made you instantly squeeze your legs to get some sort of friction.
To get that sound out of him again, you licked his tip again, to then circle it with your tongue— noticing the clear teasing, Rafe took a fistful of your hair and harsly made you look up at him.
"Stop teasin' and put your pretty mouth to use, princess. " he said firmly, the words ceasing to be an order, turning into a warning.
With nothing but a look his way, you took him in your mouth, as deep as he could go, slowly bobbing your head up and down, whenever you got near the tip, you would hollow your cheeks around him.
"Oh shit, just like that– fuck- just like that," he said, it was more of a groan mixed with a moan, though. You pulled him out of your mouth and licked his length again, keeping eye contact. "Fuck me... that's so fucking hot."
His praise went straight to your core, you were so wet it was probably starting to drip down your legs, but you didn't care.
You once again took him in your mouth and pumped whatever didn't fit, and not too long after, his breath became ragged, he wrapped his hand around your hair and started moving your head to whatever rhythm he needed as his moans turned desperate, which meant he was about to cum.
So you did your thing, sucking one last time as he came in your mouth, letting out a string of curses that sounded almost heavenly in his now raspy voice. It genuinely took Rafe a while to recover from that orgasm, which made you feel incredibly proud of what you'd done to him– even if you felt like screaming because of how turned on you were.
He looked up at you from the couch, both of his arms stretched out on the edge, his chest moving up and down heavily, his abs contracting with each breath as a few beads of sweat trickled down his skin, his hair was messy, and his eyes were still a dark shade.
If he could have taken a mental picture of this moment, Rafe would have. You looked simply perfect, on your knees in front of him, your makeup ruined, your lipstick smeared, saliva and his cum on the corners of your lips, your eyes big and intent, pupils dilated, lips swollen, hair messy...he loved the way you looked in that moment.
He leaned in to kiss you, appreciating the way he could taste himself on your lips, his tongue entering your mouth as you straightened, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more.
And without expecting it, you tugged on Rafe, pulling his body to yours as you both fell to the floor, your back against the soft carpet of the floor, and his body falling on top of yours. He let out a chuckle against your lips, as it had been unexpected but not at all annoying.
You didn't even stop to think, you just got carried away in the moment, you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it across the room.
On the other side, he removed his shirt from your body and was dealing with your underwear, however, your husband had enough and ended up tearing the clothing, ripping it off your body.
"Rafe!" You exclaimed. "My underwear!"
"It was on my fucking way," He murmured against your skin, kissing repeatedly in various areas, undecided what he wanted. "I'll buy you ten more sets."
It didn't take long for Rafe to end up buried inside you, moving his hips fiercely against yours, the tip of his cock touching your g-spot with each thrust. Your fingernails scratched at his back, as you repeatedly tried to hold on to him, but the pleasure kept winning you over.
Rafe's lips moved against yours, it was a sloppy kiss, tongue against tongue, teeth clashing, saliva mingling, but it was desperate and erotic nonetheless.
Both of your legs wrapped around his hips, finding a new angle, extremely satisfying for both of you. All sorts of things were muttered, from praise to confessions of love, there was also some dirty talk and grunting, it was feral.
He smirked as your back arched and your breasts pressed against his chest, a layer of sweat being the only thing between the two of you.
A deep, sharp, hard thrust followed, and then another, setting a rhythm that would for sure lead you right to your release at his mercy. His dick dove into you hard, fast and deep, desperate as he tried to push deeper inside you, touching parts of you that only he knew how— he had you at his mercy, doing whatever he needed to unwind after such a long day, and honestly? You loved it.
"So good to me, fuck–" you moaned, eyes rolling at the back of your head as his dick made contact with your g-spot with every thrust. "Rafe- please..."
You were rambling, begging, pleading, praising, asking. What for? He didn't know. Not a single coherent thing left your lips, just words and moans and his name— Rafe felt proud of what he was doing, he was fucking you so damn good you could barely form a sentence. It surely made him feel better after the shitty day he'd had.
He moved his body impossibly closer to yours, entrapping you under him as he placed both arms at the sides of your head, and dove his face down to your neck, kissing messily around it, wet kisses being placed all over your neck as his dick kept fucking you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You continued like this for who knows how long, Rafe kept a deep, steady, fast rhythm, each of his thrusts bringing you closer to orgasm.
And then the first clench came, and a second one, your moans began to get high-pitched as your hips attempted to chase his— all of those were telltale signs that you were about to cum. Until you did, you finished around him, clenching your walls around his cock until he finished himself as well, warm white ropes painting your insides.
Rafe fell exhausted on top of you, his sweaty body on top of yours, heavy breaths as you both tried to recover from the intense session.
When he regained his strength, he rolled off of you to lie on the carpet next to you, pulling you to him so you could lay your head on his chest, while the sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard.
"That was..." you had no words to describe it, but the closest ones were: amazing, mind blowing, sensual, rough, hot, passionate. All rolled into one. "So fucking good."
"Yeah," Rafe said, understanding what you meant. He felt like he was in heaven, he always felt that way after having sex with you. "Fucking you is always mindblowing. It's just what I needed to unwind, thanks princess.”
"I know that," you said with an amused smile. "And I'll always be here to help you unwind, baby."
You both laid there, aware that you were naked on the living room carpet, but too comfortable to want to move, the silence was long but comfortable as you two enjoyed eachother's presence. Ever since he became CEO of Cameron Development, Rafe has been extremely busy and you hardly see him in the mornings before he leaves, and at night when he arrives, so you were going to enjoy this moment.
"Well, I can definitely cross "fucking on the floor' off my list." Rafe commented after a few moments, as his fingertips caressed your back.
"You have a sex list?" you asked curiously, lifting your head from his chest to look at him, leaning back on your arm.
"Of course," He scoffed, as if it wasn't obvious, he placed his arm under his head, so he could look at you. "I made it up when we fucked for the first time, because I knew I would never get enough of you."
"What's at the top of your list?" You questioned him, stroking his chest with your fingertips. "Where is the place you're just... dying to do it?"
"Hm, you wanna know?" he raised an eyebrow at you, and in response you nodded your head. "Come closer and I'll tell you."
Despite suspecting he was up to something, you did as he asked and moved closer to his face.
And just as your lips were about to touch yours. He started whispering over your lips the list of places he wanted to have sex with you, including the positions he imagined you in.
Admittedly, you were more than interested in making that list come true. Perhaps it would turn into a tradition, a new place every time, and when that list was done, you'd come up with a new one.
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Strings of their hearts💕 FULL chapter 1
You bursted from your dream, flying up to sit up in your bed. Cold sweat practically dripping from your face. It was that dream again.. you couldn't stand that dream, the uncanny silence always followed by you falling to the ground and wondering what was happening, or what happened really. You never fully understood why you started having that reoccurring dream, you never did anything in the waking world to even cause the dream. You didn't watch horror movies alot, and you haven't been to a forest since you were a pre-teen. Even then, your memories about that summer were blurry and you couldn't remember what happened.
Looking to your nightstand you read your clock "5:00 AM" You sighed, 'time to get up' . You and your friend group had an entire weekend planned out, you all had been planning this for a few weeks, you all would take 3 of your vacation days off of work and go do fun stuff. Fun stuff as in go out on the town for 2 days and regret it all on the third and go back to work on the 4th, today you all were gonna go shopping, you all had very decent jobs so it wasn't very hard to save up alot of spending money.
So not wanting to be late you got up and trudged to your bathroom, flicking the light on you slightly jolted at your appearance 'damn I look like shit man..' you sighed, your hair an absolute mess and your shirt had a wet spot of drool on the collar. Getting ready was the easiest part of most of your days, as you usually knew exactly what was going to happen in the day, so you knew how to dress. But as this days only objective was to "go shopping" it was to vague to know exactly how to dress, but going casual should be good enough. Getting in and out of the shower was a simple task other than the undying fear that you'll slip and break your neck.
You dried your hair with a towel, you wouldn't brush it till you went downstairs. Throwing on your grey button up and torn jeans you shut the lights off and headed downstairs to do your hair and eat breakfast "alexa play don't worry be happy" you stated nonchalantly, it was your favorite song to play in the mornings to calm the nerves.
Humming along to the song, you shuffled to the kitchen in your socks. 'Hmm cereal or eggs...cereal...or....nah cereals easier' you moved over to the cabinets, opening them and pulling out the generic unhealthy colorful marshmallow cereal. You only had a few dishes in your kitchen as you lived alone, unlike your friends who had spouses and kids already. You preferred to live alone, it was more peaceful this way, you had less to worry about. Though you didn't hate the idea of a family, you just didn't really have time to go on dates, you hadn't even had a vacation since you first got your new job. Shaking your head you brought your thoughts back to the task at hand : 'find a bowl and spoon and eat already dude!'
As soon as you got your bowl of cereal ready you moved to your large living room, with black leather couches and dark rugs that complemented the rest of your homes dark pallette. You turned your large mounted TV on and immediately changed it to cartoons, not really wanting to bother watching the News, you already knew the world was going to shit you didn't need another reminder while you where trying to eat your color bombed cereal.
You sighed in content when you settled on spongebob, the joyful sponge making you forget about it all. You finished eating and reached to your brush that was laying on the couch from the previous day of you being to tired to put it up, sighing you brush through all the tangles of your messy hair and half styling it, as in you just brushed your bangs out of your eyes and called it a day.
You pulled your phone from your jeans right pocket, seeing it was already "7:45 AM" you smiled, it was time to go pick up some of your friends!
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You got in your car, it was the biggest out of your friends, the most seats and room. So it was the favorite of the group, in total your friend group would be riding in two cars, to make it easier to go from place to place. In your car, you had : Mark, Jamie, Clara, Anita, and Fry. You were close friends with Clara, Anita, and Fry, Mark and Jamie being mutual friends you met through the group. Your friend Claire was driving the second car, in their car they had: Gary, Moose, and Wendy.
You and Wendy used to date, you remember. But you both knew it would've never worked out, neither of you could imagine a future with eachother, but you two were still very good friends. You were the ring carrier at her wedding, she had a very kind wife, always smiling and always caring for others.
Smiling you drove the half hour to pick your first friends up, Mark and Fry. They lived next to eachother, everyone in the group knew they had it bad for eachother but themselves, you shook your head, they were so oblivious to eachother. You tried turning your radio on, but to your dismay, all that played was static. You tried connecting it to the Bluetooth but that wouldn't work either 'Huh...weird, might have to take it to the shop already.' You slightly grumbled, you really didn't want to take it to the shop. You had just gotten this car barely a year back, it was only a few years old itself, it really shouldn't be having problems yet.
It was 8:20, you were daydreaming and drumming on the steerwheel to a made up tune in your head, waiting for your friends to come out already. Smiling as soon as you saw you blonde haired friend Mark, he was always worried about being late to things, he was generally anxious alot either way, but being late was like life or death for him. "Hey buddy! Ready for the day?" He said with his raspy voice, he was the eldest of the group and used to be a singer until his last show that ended in an accident that costed him his voice. It took him years to be able to talk again, the entirety of those years you and your friends worried for him so badly. He fell into a deep state of depression, his deepest passion was gone forever, and he could do nothing about it.
"Course I am bud, how about you? You ready to tell Fry how much you love him?" You smirked, looking at the rear view mirror to look at him. He burst into a fit of embarrassment "Don't say that! He could be here any minute!!" He whisper yelled at you, looking around like Fry would appear out of thin air at any moment. "Fine fine..you gotta tell him at some point Mark." You said, smiling at him after finally turning your head to fully look at him "he's on his way out right now, he just texted me" He nodded, scooting to the seat behind the driver's.
You two only had to wait a minute before Fry was clumsily running out the door, struggling to pull on his coat and walking at the same time. His long red hair falling all over the place, coffee in hand, he really looked like a disaster waiting to happen today. He scooted into the middle back seat next to Mark, already red and embarrassed for how foolish he must've looked.
As soon as they both buckled in, you pulled out immediately. You had to pick up Jamie, Clara, and Anita next, which is absolutely god sent because they were siblings and still lived in the same house.
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Arriving at the mall wasn't the easiest thing in the world, no matter how simple it seemed, you and your friends argued for half an hour over which mall to go to and whether to stop for food first or not. In the end, you got some quick fast food and ate on the way to the south mall center and waited in the car till both parties were done eating.
You were already tired, you could feel a headache starting to pull at your head and you wanted to be done and go home already. Your entire body was tired and you couldn't understand why you were so exhausted already, at this point if they just left you in the car to sleep you'd be fine with it.
The triplets were sitting in the back row of seats in your car, all rough housing and making the car shake, fighting over food. You shook your head, you would've said it was to early for this already but it really wasn't with how long they took to pick up. "YOOO WHAT ARE YOU TEXTING YOUR BOYFRIEND???? THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE?" Jamie practically screamed, they really had no sense of an inside voice, and it didn't change that you all were in a car. "NO DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR HURTING MY EARS" Clara shoved Jamies face away from her phone, she was always on it, it was like her prop that was glued to her hand. "Was that a rat in the parking lot just now?? Oh nah you aren't getting me out of this car now." Anita, the quietest of the trio, but also the most clean freak of the entire group. She was a neutral hard to hate person, because she was just calm, unless you were dirty then may God have mercy on you.
"Guys, we were supposed to be in the store YESTERDAY. Jesus fuckin' christ man" you passive aggressively told them
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You had already been to countless stores, its been hours and if you were exhausted before? Your starting to lay down in the grave now. And the worst part was that they hadn't let you go to a single store you liked yet, and you knew for a fact that you, Fry, Jamie and Moose, wanted to go to the same type of store.
Finally...FINALLY, one of the three spoke up and said they were going to one of the game stores. And just as you guessed it, not only yourself tagged along, the other two did as well. As you and your group walked to the exit, where the game store was at, you all decided it was gonna be the last store you visit for the day as it was already getting dark and the store was closing already.
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As you guys all separated inside the large gaming store, filled with anything and everything possibly related to game stuff, from game boards to games to decoration. You knew it would be the shortest trip in the entire store as everything was overly priced and the majority of everyone has spent the most of their money for the day.
Sighing you looked through the games, new, old, demos, it was crazy! They had everything in here. Choosing a few random titles that looked fun and interesting you were nearing the end of the aisle, all the digital games being located in the back corner of the store, it was creepy and poorly lit strangely but to you it was magical. The closer you got to the end of the aisle the more uneasy you felt, the more dirty the floor got and dusty the shelves became. It felt like you were being watched despite no one being near where you were, so finally just speedwalking to the end instead of taking your time and becoming more creeped out.
Then. Something caught your eye, shiny, very shiny. Somehow shining through the cobwebs and dust thats built up over clearly a very very long time, you used one of the cases to wipe it off and looked at it... 'weird...I didn't know they sold dating sims..they really do sell everything I guess' you hummed while looking it over. The characters looked silly and colorful, though it was clearly worn as the colors were fading, the title in jumbled colorful letters spelling "Strings of their hearts" with little glittery hearts surrounding it, those must've been the things that caught your eye. To say you were intrigued would be a bit of an understatement, you slipped it between your other cases of games, not wanting to be teased for getting it.
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Dropping your friends off was the most relieving part of your day, as you dropped the triplets off it felt like a pressure had been taken off of your head.
Driving to Mark and Frys residence was the second to last thing left to do today, you looked in your rear view mirror to watch as they both smiled and giggled while talking to eachother, you smiled, they were so happy together and the day they finally tell eachother about their feelings they will be even happier. It is almost a toothrotting sweet thought, you slowed your car into a stop at the curb near their home, you let a breath of relief out as their neighborhood was hard to locate in the dark, even with your headlights on.
It was 10:55 and you still had time to pick fast food up on the way home, you waved to your to friends and your smile widened as you saw they were holding hands as they walked eachother home.
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Okay nevermind, the trip to your local Wendy's was already proving to be even more stressful than your mall trip, the lady in front of you yelling at the cashier over a coupon that had been expired for atleast a year. You decided to just walk out and go through the drive thru instead, it was quiet and more peaceful, though the line was long and you were fourth in line you decided to make yourself less bored by trying to see if your radio was still broken, turning it on and turning to a random station that would play at late hours you waited..all that came out was static but you felt like you should wait longer, and then you heard it
... A garbled sound of someone trying to talk through multiple different voices and sounds, you immediately got freaked out and shut it off, 'if Satan wants to take my soul he can do it later when I'm not in a Wendy's drive thru..talk about embarrassing'
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After getting your food and it already being 11:40 you were semi-speeding home, you already didn't like being out this late no matter how much it looked so beautiful. You would keep remembering your dream, as the moon hung overhead, and it didn't help that your neighborhood with very large gaps between houses was filled with trees, it was like a forest. You hated it. It made you feel sick and like you didn't belong there.
Stepping on the gas and slowing down as soon as you got home, you grabbed your paper bag of food and plastic bag filled with games and stuffed animals among other things and raced into your home, not bothering to lock the car until you locked your own houses door. If anyone..anything..was out there it couldn't get you in the safety of your home..right? You didn't spend an arm an a leg getting the best security system in the country for nothing.
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You ate your food on the couch while watching more cartoons, but something wouldn't stop biting at your brain. That game, it was dusty, old, and was extremely underpriced, so much so that the employees were slightly agitated on how little you spent at their store. You looked at the bag, and jolted as the case was slightly falling out of the bag, 'weird..I thought it was buried in there??' You were slightly unnerved, but having nothing to do, and not being tired enough to sleep, combined with having finished you food..
You turned the TV off, taking the case and the bag upstairs to your room, throwing the bag to the bed as soon as you entered into your room, locking your door you turned to your PC. You didn't know if it was a download code game or a disk, but it did say it was a PC game, so putting the case on the desk and sitting down while your monitor and pc booted up, you read the back.
"Wow! Thank you so much for getting the game! Your just the most aren't you?
Well, welcome to the neighborhood neighbor! Its so nice to have a new face around here, and a very good looking one at that! And say..I think a few of your new neighbors think that too! Find out who likes you and what happens! You have two months to get a date! Have fun!" With a crayon designed smiley face under it. Though it was weird that they knew you bought the game, maybe it was just an oversight? You turned the case back around, looking at the characters again. They were colorful and some of them were attractive to you but then again you were attracted to the weirdest things, but one of them stood out to you, the yellow skinned puppet with blue styled up hair. He looked like your opposite, calm, charming, he actually had his hair styled unlike you...you started laughing at yourself, of course you would degrade yourself and compare yourself to a Muppet lookalike, it was a very you thing to do.
Shaking your head you opened the case, unlike the outside the inside was black. That was extremely weird for a game case, like..really really weird but you shook it off and popped the disc into the slot on your PC.
The game immediately started booting up, and very catchy music that your positive would be stuck in your head started to play, the screen fading from white to a colorful scene of all the characters on a picnic blanket looking at you, as if inviting you to sit down and join them. So joyful, you already loved it, it seemed you were gonna become obsessed with yet another game again
And this...was going to be a long night.
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HOOO BOY THAT TOOK ME AN ENTIRE TO DAY TO WRITE OUT. I'm EXTREMELY sorry that its kinda short, as I've said before I'm very sucky at writing, BUT I'm determined to see this out through the end. My thoughts tend to drift alot and overdetail pointless things like the side characters though they won't really contribute to the story much
SO IM SORRY 😭😭
Im working on the date outfits as I write this, and they are literally turning out better than my writing itself, so you guys will probably enjoy those more than the fic. As I'm going to be making short comics to go with these!
Anyways see you next chapter!
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𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 - 1𝘒 𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕
⩩. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ} [wc. 2.0k]
⤷ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ?
⤷ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏꜱᴍᴀᴜʟᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ, ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ
⤷ 1ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
Long distance relationships are hard, but usually long distance is counted as being in another city or another country. Not the other side of the galaxy because your partner is a an ass-kicking warrior who spends her entire time saving the universe.
"I love her y'know but-"
That was the only thing Dick heard until he zoned out on his little brothers drunken rant, Dick knew you before Jason which meant he knew that you would give your ring up the second you could if it meant you could be around Jason more.
And due to you being in space most of the time, your stuff laid around one of Jason's safe houses — the one he frequently stays at for that reason not that he'd admit it — so it's hard seeing your things around with you not being there.
Tonight you had to cancel your date that had been set up weeks prior because there was some alien that escaped some inter-galactic prison? He wasn't sure, so instead of being on a lovely date he was here drinking away his problems with his brother, but even that didn't go as planned as when they felt their phones vibrate and heard an explosion in the distance. And just like that Jason was sober.
When they arrived on scene both men were started by what they were seeing, purple skin? and what the hell was it wearing, red thats when it clicked into place this thing was a red lantern.
Oh shit that's all that Jason was thinking, along with why the hell was it here?
Obviously neither Dick nor Jason realised that this thing was coming straight at them.
You were tired and sick of following this guy around the galaxy. Normally you would've caught him by now but somewhere along the way it had picked up a Red Lanterns ring. So now the two of you were somewhat even in power.
You groaned when you heard your ring remind you that it needed recharging, before shooting forward towards Oa and the Green Lantern's base going pass the other Lantern's and landing.
"Hey kid!" you looked to the side and just your luck you were met with the grinning face of Kyle Rayner.
You sighed "Don't call me kid, we're the same age" your response only making him snort in laughter.
"I know but you're so small" you shot him a look to which he put his hands up in faux surrender. "Kyle shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
"Nah, I came back to recharge and then I'm heading back to Earth" you gave him a questioning look in return, lucky for you Kyle knew how to read your face.
"Dunno, just got told that there's a major threat or something"
"Major?!" your startled voice made those around glance at you, but you were being pulled along the man in front of you. "Well not that major, just a Red Lantern. Oh speaking of that weren't you following one?" he questioned, you just nodded in confirmation.
"You should come with, maybe this guy knows about your guy"
"Maybe" You agreed, "but first-" you didn't even finish your sentence before giving him a cheeky smile and running forward.
"Hey! That's cheating" he darted forward to catch up. You and Kyle used to be in training together, he was the one who initiated your friendship by always looking out for you and pulling you around with him so neither of you looked lonely enough for your seniors to pick on.
It didn't take long for you to realise that his intentions were good, and found yourself seeking out his company. So when you both got to be full fledged Green Lantern's the time you spent away from each was bothering the both of you, so you both found yourselves having free time away from Oa you got together on Earth more specifically Gotham city you remembered.
Kyle was dragging you around the city with his hand in your own, to people passing by the two of you it looked like an over eager boyfriend dragging you around a new city. Later into the day Kyle insisted —and barely gave you a choice— that he introduced you to his friends, an idea that you were very against but he wasn't having it "N/n you need other friends" he heard him groan, dragging you along —something that you had gotten used to over time. "You already introduced me to Dick" when he gave you a look you decided to try another method of getting out of meeting new people.
"I have you, why do I need anyone else?" you pleaded. "I love you too sweets but no amount of sweet-talking is gonna get you out of this"
So you gave up as he brought you to an apartment — a very nice one might I add. "Is this it?" your question was answered when he moved forward — pulling you with — to knock on the door. When a red haired man arms littered with tattoos opened the door you found yourself moving slightly behind Kyle, until the man grinned at the both of you and waved you in shutting the door behind you both, before looking down at where your hands where joined and sending Kyle a look — one you couldn't see — Kyle shook his head no. "Hi I'm Roy"
A few second of awkwardly standing in the doorway was interrupted when a young girl with dark hair came running through bumping into you, when you she looked up she froze scared that you would be mad, from the side side Roy and Kyle watched as you knelt down letting go of Kyle's hand, sending the girl a soft motherly smile that made her relax into a grin before standing up and pulling you along. You stumbled to your feet, almost tripping over yourself before rushing forward to follow the girl who held you hand in a firm grip — it seemed everyone liked to pull you along into places you would never find yourself. "I'm Lian!" she introduced herself still running forward but not before sending you an expecting gaze, you chuckled "and I'm Y/n" sparing Kyle and Roy a look to which both men chuckled when you turned around. "Is she single?" Roy asked but he didn't get a response from the person he asked when a gruff voice came from behind them "not if I can help it" both men screamed — not that they'd admit it.
You and Lian looked back at the two- now three men standing in the doorway, your attention was caught by the taller one standing behind them both the one with a white streak in his hair, the one with piercing green eyes, the one who noticed you staring at him and sent you a smirk that had you turning your attention back to Lian and the toys she held in front of you. When you turned, Roy looked back at Jason and sighed, waving his hand at the man and giving him a look "I saw her first" a statement that made both Jason and Kyle send him dirty looks for different reasons.
While the three men were arguing none of them noticed another red head slipping her way into the room and sitting down beside you on the floor introducing herself before starting a conversation. "A noble woman like you shouldn't be sitting on the floor" you looked to the side at your newest companion "oh? then where should I be sat?" you questioned mockingly, eyebrows raised. Your question only made the woman grin, "on my lap perhaps?" Your eyes widened but you caught yourself before smirking and shifting yourself onto her lap, now it was her turn to be shocked but she didn't protest when you settled yourself on her.
You both laughed at something Lian said when Artemis felt something hit her from behind. She looked back and saw three men glaring at her she smiled and threw up the middle finger.
Jason glared at the back of her head, huffing and leaving the doorways startling the other two who stood beside him. Neither of them had ever seen Jason Todd worked up over a woman, any woman yet here he was huffing over a woman he had barely met.
Jason should've been six feet under right now, he knew that both him and his brother would've been dead if it weren't for a blinding green light wrapping itself around the alien like-thing and pulling it into a wall. "So you're telling me that this is the guy you've been following?"
If the first familiar voice hadn't startled Jason, yours definitely did "Yes you idiot" he heard you sigh after that "I've told you already"
When Jason looked up there he saw you in all your beautiful angelic glory, but you hadn't even looked at him yet from what he could tell you were pissed. It took him a second to realise why — someone tried to hurt him, your eyes flickered over to Jason for a moment relaxing when you saw him safe.
"YOU" your voice startled everyone — except Kyle — and your eyes were on the alien guy once again, "are coming with us-"
"back to Ysmault" Kyle's cheery voice was nothing but taunting when mixed with your serious tone.
In a matter of second the Red Lantern's ring was deactivated and he was in a glowing green dome passed out, neither you or Kyle seemed to care about that while you continued your conversation. "Are you sure?"
"Sweets I already told you, go talk to him" and without giving you a chance to respond the other Green Lantern took of into the sky but not before sending Jason a wink. Only when your feet touched the ground again did Nightwing speak looking between Jason and you "uh I'm gonna just-" without finishing the sentence he leaped forward of the roof but Jason payed him no mind.
Taking a few steps towards you before slowly bringing you into his arms Jason muttered "Hey pretty" and he was struck confused when he heard you sniffle.
"I'm sorry" he tilted his head down to look at you, "why don't we go somewhere private before we talk hm?" you wrapped you arms around him and he pressed a kiss into your hair, picking you up and heading home.
When the two of you arrived home safe, Jason quickly ushered you into the shower and pulled out soft clean clothes for you, leaving them where you could find them.
When you got out of the bathroom your hair was wet and the clothes — that were too big for you so you assumed they were his — were snug around your body. You realised Jason was cooking dinner — although it was a little late. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms tightly around his figure, he hummed acknowledging your presence before turning the stove of and setting the creamy pasta into two bowls.
With both of you finally seated at the table next to each other and dinner eaten did he finally ask you why you were sorry.
"I'm never around Jase, you deserve better than that... better than me"
"yeah but I want you don't I?" he didn't let you respond as he kept talking "I asked for you, you protect the galaxy everyday love, I can't be mad at you for that"
He brought you in for a hug, "I love you" this time the words hadn't come from him.
"Fuck babe, just stole the words right from me" you huffed in response. "What?" but the response he got from you was muffled in his neck, "come again"
"You're supposed to say it back"
"am I?" he teased, eyebrow raised "yes Jason you are"
Apparently he decided to stay silent, but when you turned your head to the side and made a move get up and leave he pulled you in even closer than before — if that was possible. "okay okay I'm sorry" pulling your face in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips "I love you pretty"
"you better" you responded and went in for another kiss.
© ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴇꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ
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What the tarot says about your anxiety.
take a second to relax and give a moment of peace to yourself. close your eyes, breathe, think about these feelings that come to you. open your eyes again and pick the crystal that you feel drawn to first.
pile 1. pile 2. pile 3.
now, let me and my funny cards tell you something about that bitch ass anxiety bothering you.
Pile 1
Eager to move on and progress you walk your path confident in your victory, yet beginnings are difficult for you at this point in time due to feelings of stagnation and a lack of patience. At this moment, the days aren't long enough for you to do everything you feel you need in order to create the future you want, but do not worry, these blockages you find along the way to success exist only due to the structures ingrained in your brain that are not allowing you to find a different way of walking the same path.
At the right time you will find yourself in a necessary state of caos where you will find the strength to embrace aspects of your shadow which will be proven useful to reaching your goals once you change the way you think about them.
Pay close attention to the amount of time you spend thinking versus the amount of time you spend doing, as your thoughts are powerful but need to be taken into the material realm in order for you to continue growing.
Pile 2
Your search for a new beginning is being conditioned by traditional notions of success which are not truly what you find valuable about existence. The creative energies surrounding you are not being focused on what you truly desire, and you don't have the strength to look back and wonder what went wrong before, as you are approaching a moment that should be fulfilling but somehow it isn't.
Don't expect to find answers in the usual ways you always had, wonder around a bit in your spiritual path, allow yourself to embrace your doubts about the world as opportunities for discovering the lies you have told your soul.
That something you are missing, is hiding in plain sight and waiting for you to find it, none of what you have done already is worthless, but more so a part of your process of growth. You have come this far only to keep going further with a new perspective and a new way of channelling your energy.
Pile 3
At this moment, feeling lost is a temporary state that will show you who are the ones truly supporting you, the ones who are destined to see you grow, always reminding you the hopes that made you chose this path which you didn't expect to be this difficult yet you will face with your head high and learning more and more as you continue. You will find the guidance you need in others until you have learnt to find it within yourself.
Trust the signs being sent to you and keep them close to your heart at times where it seems like you're stuck and going nowhere, as these are meant for you to take a closer look into your surroundings and find new opportunities.
The bright side of things won't be shown in the places you expect, but the more you practice gratitude the easier it will become to see all the blessings that come into your life in the most unexpected ways.
sooo... its me, kandi, the one with the funny cards and a shit ton of opinions on why you should chill and trust yourself.
just here to say i really hope this post was useful for somebody, honestly at this point i just pull up to therapy and read my own tarots to my psychologist in order to find out what i should actually focus on since my depressed brain can't come up with anything positive, so i thought this PAC reading was a nice way of FINALLY coming back to this tumblr blog and trying to be helpful to people in my favorite part of the internet.
i would like to thank everyone who likes, reblogs and vibes with my content, since i really enjoy doing these. i'm saving up money so i can get some good lighting going on my bedroom to share good quality pics of the cards i get for each pile.
and as usual because let's not forget im a broke psychology major, so if you'd like me to read your tarots, here's my tarot menu.
thank you for you time, stay evil, and don't trust men.
love, kandi xo.
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[DRABBLE] Last Christmas
warnings: alcohol aisle but no consumption lol
wc: 1.2k
bd total wc: 540k (on-going)
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4 MONTHS EARLIER
"No," you say with a stern look in your eye as you clock Danbi's latest suggestion. At the opposite end of the supermarket aisle you've been down for the past ten minutes, she holds up a dark bottle of overpriced port.
"Oh, c'mon-"
"Absolutely not," you laugh as she walks towards you, shaking your head with playful disapproval. "We both know what happened last Christmas. We're not repeating it again this year."
While Danbi knows you're right, she still pouts. Doesn't even like port that much, just knew it would get a laugh from you, which is why she suggested it.
Late December, you're in need of drinks for the festive little gathering that you're hosting that evening. It'll be a small crowd, just a few friends and other halves, but you're looking forward to it.
You hadn't even been planning on drinking that much, but your boyfriend cancelled earlier in the week, so now you're thinking of just getting wasted. Bars are always open, and Danbi's been whining about a mistletoe kiss all week, so you might even hit the town.
Nothing is set in stone, except for Danbi's need to keep a smile on your face, 'cause Lord knows your 'good-for-nothing, sack-of-shit boyfriend' (her words, not yours) doesn't seem to care about it.
"I'm thinking vodka," you muse, looking at the shelves ahead of you. It's a small section compared to the rows upon rows of wine, but you're not after anything classy.
The aisle you're in is crowded; people stocking up last minute for supplies that will last them for the rest of the festive period. You really should have known better than to leave shopping until the last minute, but had also spent the past two days at home together, with the last of your wine supply and the entire Christmas movie collection on Netflix to see you through.
Christmas is the time to indulge in unhealthy habits, and indulge you have, but you think it's okay if it helps to heal your heart a little bit. So does Danbi. In fact, she's the enabler, here.
"I'm thinking you wanna get shitfaced," Danbi assesses as she meets you, and joins your contemplative gaze towards the clear bottles of alcohol.
The labels are all fairly similar - red, primarily. Shiny. Inherently festive, you think.
There's one bottle that's really grabbing your attention, though. Top shelf. Limited Edition Christmas bottle. Covered in glitter. Comes with a complimentary pot of shimmer dust to pair with the liquor. Is practically calling your name.
"And you don't?" You tease, glancing across to her, pleased to see that she's clocked it too. "What do you reckon? Worth the price tag?"
Nearly three times the price of your regular vodka, you only ever go for top-shelf on very special occasions - important birthdays, your graduation. Christmas doesn't qualify.
"I reckon with the money we'd save by getting the usual bottle, we could get edible glitter from the baking section and just make the bottle glittery at home," she reasons, but is also a sucker for a gimmick. "It is a nice bottle, though. And the vodka is better..."
Her thoughts linger in the air and have you contemplating just saying 'fuck it,' and going for the overpriced chaos of the glittery bottle - until you hear the clearing of a throat beside you.
"Word to the wise," the guy perusing the shelves next to you says, leaning slightly closer so you know that it's you he's talking to, then passes you a bottle from the middle of the self.
Though you can see him in your peripherals, you haven't really bothered to look in his direction - was too focused on the alcohol. The movement of his body spreads the silage of his aftershave, and you're reminded of why you like men so much.
He's dressed in all black, that much is certain, and the hand that passed you the bottle was covered in tattoos. Part of you fears looking in his direction, for the knowledge that you probably won't be able to stop.
"It's made in the same distillery as the top-shelf one," He continues. You don't look at him, still, too busy reading over the label. It's not one you've ever tried before, but it's in the same price bracket as your usual one. "It's just filtered one less time, and doesn't have the marketing budget. You can barely taste the difference. Most of the bars downtown swap the bottles, and no one ever notices. I never told you that, though. And Dionysus definitely doesn't do that. Merry Christmas."
Studying the bottle, you take a second before glancing up across to the man beside you - but he's already walking away.
"Nice to meet you, too," Danbi whistles under her breath as you both watch him head towards the next aisle. Didn't really get a good look at him, either. Didn't realise he was talking to you until the last second. "God. He was like a sauve, sexy Santa, delivering presents and dipping like that. Delightful."
"What does that make us then?" You laugh, still holding the bottle. "His little elves?"
"If that's what he wants us to be, sure," she playfully jokes.
"Well then- ho, ho, ho," you hum in agreement, looking to the now-empty end of the aisle. Broad, tall, and dressed for a funeral, you've no idea what your mystery vodka man actually looks like, but it doesn't really matter. You know he's hot. It was laced in the way he walked away. The way he spoke. The way he'd definitely been eavesdropping and waiting for the perfect time to bestow a little wisdom to you.
If there's one thing you like in a man, it's competence. It's why you're with Seokjin. He has it in abundance. And so did this mystery man, it would seem - or at least, he knows far more about obscure vodka brands than you. Maybe he's a bartender, you hypothesise. Or maybe he's just hot. Maybe both.
"Our very own Christmas miracle," you say with a smile, then turn to Danbi. "Baking aisle? We need edible glitter."
"Baking aisle," she nods, grinning just as brightly as you are. "Shame there wasn't any mistletoe there."
"I have a boyfriend," you remind her, shoulders knocking together as you walk.
Danbi holds her tongue. Could say all sorts of things about Seokjin and his less-than-saintly behaviours. It's Christmas after all. No time for discussions of such unpleasantries. One day, his horrible qualities will just be a memory of the past - as will the presence of your mystery supermarket Santa, and the club he mentioned. You'll think nothing of it as the word Dionysus rings in your head when Hoseok and Danbi insist on going to bars in a few months time to nurse your impending breakup.
You're none-the-wiser now, though. Ignorance is bliss.
Danbi just shrugs. Wraps an arm around you and squeezes you tightly. Giggles. "Bah humbug."
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TTPD - my final thoughts
so... this album, according to taylor, came from a need to write. now i actually have the need to write this essay. it's an honest opinion, i gave it one last listen & i analysed all the lyrics. this is how i've spent my entire sunday. if you're a sensitive hardcore swiftie, don't even bother to read it. i've already lost a lot of followers because i was being honest lol. this is mostly for my friends, because they actually care about what i think. so i went through hell every song once again & those are my final thoughts (warning: i'm not being very nice & this is super chaotic & messy, but so is the album):
FORTNIGHT
super boring production & i usually love jack... i also can't believe it's the first single from this album? i like the music video tho. the b&w aesthetics are everything. she is kinda trying to sound like lana here, at least this was my first reaction when i heard this song.
"i was a functioning alcoholic til nobody noticed my new aesthetic" - what the fuck does that even mean, i hate this line.
"all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february" - i feel like she is trying to be poetic but this is such a weird line? kinda reminds me of how the first verse of "red" (the song) was a masterpiece, but she kinda got lost in the second verse, it's like trying to write as many metaphors as you can but they are just... not good. sometimes less is more.
"i love you, it's ruining my life" - i love the way she sings this line & this line in general.
i kinda like post malone in the outro (even tho i don't listen to his music).
i don't give a shit about the lyrics to be honest, it's just not doing anything to me, i'm so indifferent (except those few lines i mentioned). overall it's a boring song & a skip for me. i tried to like it but i just... don't.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
i don't hate this song, but i don't love it either. it has good moments. but it also has terrible ones. also, it's too damn long. i don't know.
"you left your typewriter at my apartment, straight from the tortured poets department, i think some things i never say, like who uses typewriters anyway?" - i absolutely fucking love those lines, simple words, nothing "big" but i feel like this is what i love the most about taylor's songwriting - when she's not tying to be poetic & she is just writing simple things like that & i kinda love the way it rhymes, can't explain but this beginning is so good!!!
"who's gonna hold you" - i love the way she sings this line.
"we're modern idiots" - i also love this.
"nofuckingbody" - sounds like something i would say so i'll take it.
"you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate, we declared charlie puth should be a bigger artist, i scratch your head, you fall asleep like a tattooed golden retriever." - & here we fucking go... i hate the way it doesn't rhyme? i usually don't mind it when things don't rhyme but somehow it really bothers me here? also this is such a terrible line & it ruins the whole song for me...
i like the melody in the bridge tho & i kinda like how she mentioned jack there? i don't know why.
MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVOURITE TOYS
i like the chorus?
"once i fix me he's gonna miss me" - i know everyone loves that line but i don't??? i don't know, i just don't.
DOWN BAD
i kinda like the production. the melody is so great.
"for a moment i knew cosmic love" - i just ADORE the way she sings it.
"fuck it if i can't have him, i might just die, it would make no difference" - love it, so relatable.
i don't have much to say about it but i like this song in general, it's not amazing, not a masterpiece, but i do like it & i will probably listen to it sometimes. maybe even add it to some of my playlists.
SO LONG, LONDON
beautiful intro, everybody say "thank you, aaron". i didn't love it on my first listen, it grew on me tho, i even love the production on this one now. it has simple lyrics, but it's beautiful.
"so long, london, you'll find someone" - so simple & i love it.
i love her voice in this song SO MUCH.
"& i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free" - i hate how much i relate.
"i'm just mad as hell cause i loved this place... for so long..." - i had a mental breakdown today because of this one line. i can relate. also i think this is the best line in the entire song, at least to me.
BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM
nothing will ever save this song, even my boy aaron dessner. no, actually, the production is not bad, i have so many issues with the lyrics tho...
"but daddy i love him! i'm having his baby! no i'm not but you should see your faces!" - i wanna die i wanna pretend i didn't hear it (also it's not only the fact that this line is fucking terrible, but the way she sings "his" - i don't even hear this word? the lyrics says it's there but i can't hear it? & it bothers me so much???).
"stay away from her, the saboteurs protested too much" - is this line about us, the fans? the way i fucking laughed, this is embarrassing.
(why is this song so long i hate it so much)
ok, i hate how much i love the sound of the bridge because the melody is really really good there but the lyrics...
"i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' & moanin', i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace, i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing, god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me, sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see, thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny you ain't gotta pray for me, me & my wild boy & all of this wild joy, if all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise, & it's just my choice" - i'm sorry but the way i laughed I WANNA KILL MYSELF THIS IS TERRIBLE TERRIBLE I HATE IT SO MUCH SHE LITERALLY DIDN'T SAY THAT... wild boy, THIS IS SO STUPID OH GOD-
i need therapy after listening to this song & i'm afraid she also needs therapy because this is just unhinged. i don't wanna talk about this song ever again, in a perfect world it doesn't exist. let's move on.
FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER
kinda nice melody, don't care about the lyrics at all because it's boring. also, why is she talking about marriage again, she is literally so desperate to get married it's almost scary. it feels like she doesn't even care who she's gonna marry, she just wants to get married, period. oh god.
FLORIDA!!!
i love the vibes, the production is FIRE! love love love florence in the second verse!
"and my friends all smell like weed or little babies" - i know what she was trying to say, but i still hate this line lol it's so cringey.
"well, me & my ghosts, we had a hell of a time" - love love love this line.
ok, but to be fair, i don't know what this song is about, but i am vibing. i love it, it's good.
GUILTY AS SIN?
it grew on me, i love the melody, i love the production. i hate to admit it, because we all know what this song is about, but i actually genuinely love the lyrics.
"oh, what a way to die" - love this line & the way she sings it.
"i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts, without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?" - i hate myself, i love it so much, god help me.
"i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault" - as a lowercase girlie i had no choice but to love this line.
ok, idc, i love this song, crucify me if you want.
WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?
i love the production, i think it's one of the best songs on this album. the way she screams "who's afraid of little old me?" - LOVE THAT.
"well you should be" - love that, it's powerful.
i love the entire bridge, it's so good, i just don't like the line "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me", because wtf, is this about her childhood home? come on taylor, please, be serious.
i think the way she sings "that i'm fearsome & i'm wretched & i'm wrong" is my favourite part of this song.
i genuinely love it.
I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)
i don't give a single fuck about this song, i just wanted to say the line "i can handle me a dangerous man" is so fucking stupid, now let's move on because i'm bored.
loml
she sounds really good in this one, i love the entire chorus, the way she sings "it's legendary", the way she sings "you told me i'm the love of your life" with sadness in her voice, i love it.
somehow "if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary" makes me think of "sometimes there's no proof, you just know" & i just made myself cry, idk.
i hate "mr steal your girl" it sounds so bad in this song.
bridge! so fucking sad!!!
"it was legendary, it was momentary, it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried" - i absolutely love this moment, probably my favourite part of the song.
"you're the loss of my life" at the end... bro.
it should be track 5.
I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART
the post chorus, omg i hate the production, it makes me want to kill myself, it sounds so bad, omg. i genuinely wanna die.
"lights camera bitch smile" - i hate it.
"he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short, breaking down i hit the floor, all the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more!" - i love this. i really do. the best part of the song for me.
"i cry a lot but i am so productive, it's an art" - honey, no. this album is the best proof that it, in fact, isn't art.
"cause i'm miserable & nobody even knows!" - but... we knew?
(i can't stand this production for real)
the ending, oh dear god i hate it so much, it sounds bad, it's terrible, taylor go to therapy because you're clearly not ok & it shows.
THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED
i don't have any thoughts on this song. it's boring & unnecessary, let's just move on (sorry aaron).
THE ALCHEMY
this is the worst song on the album (me about every song).
"this happens once every few lifetimes" - taylor, honey, this happens to you with every single man. stop. get some help.
all the football references make me want to kill myself, let's just skip it. it's boring anyway. i can't fucking listen to it. oh no, wait...
"he jokes that it's heroin but this time with an E" - ???? even MY jokes are funnier.
ok, i'm fucking done.
CLARA BOW
not a bad song but the "you look like taylor swift in this light" is so cringey to me. i hate it. it ruins the whole song for me.
the production is really good tho, but i don't know. i'm so indifferent. i'm kinda disappointed with this one tbh.
THE BLACK DOG
it's a beautiful song.
"old habits die SCREAMING!!!" - the delivery of this line, yes ma'am.
"and i may never open the way i did for you" - i love it so much.
also the lyrics in the entire song - so simple & beautiful, i love the storytelling here. the melody in the chorus is amazing.
"and i hope it's shitty in the black dog" - yeah, me too.
i love this song. it's so good & sad. one of the best from this album.
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olivia rodrigo? hello?
boring boring boring, i hate it
THE ALBATROSS
i love the production so much!!! i don't have much to say about the lyrics? i don't love it??? but it's fine i guess. but the production is really interesting, & sometimes that's enough to love the song. maybe it will grow on me. i like it now tho.
CHLOE OR SAM OR SOPHIA OR MARCUS
"if you wanna break my cold, cold heart" - i fucking love the delivery of this line, she sounds really good here & really sad.
actually, the chorus is beautiful.
"so if i sell my apartment, & you have some kids with an internet starlet, will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?" - hello? maroon reference? ok i love this, i also love the way things rhyme in this part of the song.
the lyrics is so simple & beautiful, once again, less is more. it's a great song.
HOW DID IT END?
the "oh-oh" in the intro, LOVE IT.
i really love her voice here.
"my beloved ghost & me, sitting in a tree, D-Y-I-N-G" - heartbreaking. & thanks for mentioning me in a song.
"but i still don't know, how did it end?" - it kinda makes me think about all my relationships (not only with guys but also with my friends) & how sometimes you really don't know how it happened that they are no longer a part of your life. it makes me feel sad.
i love the song.
SO HIGH SCHOOL
"touch me while your bros play grand theft auto" - oh my god. this is so bad. it's so bad.
i don't like it.
I HATE IT HERE
INSTANT FAVE, SO RELATABLE, THIS IS MY SONG!!!
"i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind people need a key to get to, the only one is mine" - me as fuck. that i can say for sure.
"no mid-sized city hopes & small town fears, i'm there most of the year cause i hate it here" - the way i literally realized that this is where i spent my last year, it's almost scary but this song definitely goes to my "when the truth pops out" playlist.
i'm gonna pretend the racist line in the second verse doesn't exist.
"lunar valleys in my mind" - i fucking love this line.
"i'm lonely but i'm good, i'm bitter but i swear i'm fine, i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life" - OH MY GOD. I WROTE THIS SONG. I SWEAR.
i relate to this so much. i hate it here. i love this song.
thanK you aIMee
so at first i liked it but then i realized it's about kim kardashian & i actually hate it now, taylor, please, can we finally move on? it's been YEARS, imagine how tired we are.
I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS
the production is good, i love the repetitions of "out", "now" etc. not much to say about it, but it's kinda nice? it's so short tho.
THE PROPHECY
i absolutely love the production on this one, it reminds me of "augusta" by gracie abrams & i love this song so much (also produced by aaron). i love the chorus & all the rhymes here. i don't... love the song in general, but i like it & i think it might grow on me.
CASSANDRA
ok, you know what, it's a nice song, but i am so damn tired of hearing about the same thing over & over again... 2016 was eight fucking years ago, taylor wake the fuck up & move on??? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT ANYMORE JESUS I AM BORED.
PETER
i am genuinely crying right now, because i only have one person in my mind when i'm listening to this song & the words "you were gonna come find me"... oh god (i've had one person in my life who said they were gonna find me one day when i told them i'm gonna leave this shitty town & move to the city of my dreams. they didn't find me tho. the biggest what if of my life. i wanna die right now).
it's a good song. i actually love it, probably because it's so relatable for me.
THE BOLTER
i actually like this one. the production is great (good job aaron!), i like the lyrics, i relate to some of this, not gonna get into details tho. none of it is outstanding, but it's a good song. i'm just tired, this album is too damn long.
ROBIN
"way to go tiger" - i love the melody & the way she sings this line.
it's such a sweet song & i just learned that robin is aaron's kid's name, i love it. it's nice. nothing amazing, not a masterpiece but i like it.
THE MANUSCRIPT
"if the sex was half as good as the conversation was" - i kinda love this line (no, we are not geting into the details of who this one is about. i just said i love this line).
also what a way to end the album: "now & then i re-read the manuscript, but the story isn't mine anymore". i love it, because now these stories are ours. it's like i told bel on friday, i'm gonna make this whole damn album about me & my life.
if you made it to the end, congratulations. to conclude: taylor should have worked more with aaron, less with jack. i usually love jack, but this time i feel like i've heard it all before. i still think this is her worst album. it's too damn long (31 songs!!!). it has some of her worst lyrics ever. most of those songs were totally unnecessary. maybe the entire album was. i genuinely think she should just take a break. i am really disappointed with this album & i am mad as hell because i wanted to love it. well... i made my own version. i think i'm not gonna talk about this album anymore. i also think i need a break from listening to it because i am genuinely tired. bye.
#enjoy the essay#also: i'm sorry#gonna disappear now#ts#ttpd#why do you write like you're running out of time*
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I'd like to request Souya, Hanma, and Shion handling their partner giving them the silent treatment, like they've been ignored for a few days at this point.
OOOOOO I hate the silent treatment.
Yandere!Souya
Angry? More like sad-baby. You won't talk to him ever since he and his brother went out all night and he hadn't bothered to even text you.
He didn't think you'd be mad! He said sorry a billion times... He's gonna cry if you don't tell him you love him soon.
Everything he says or does is met with an indifferent grunt from you. Finally breaks down. "Why won't you talk to me!? What do I need to do? I can't take it anymore, honey please!"
Finally you look at him and tell him. "I'm not allowed to go hang out with my friends past 8, but you get to go out all night? Screw you, Souya."
That makes something in him snap. He doesn't hit you. Never would lay a finger on you. But he's throwing items and breaking glass all around the house.
When everything is said and done, he looks down to see you shaking in fear on the floor. Without thinking he embraces you. "Sorry, baby I'm so sorry."
Yandere!Hanma
Dosen't care at first and ignores you right back. He didn't do anything wrong. You were acting like a bitch and he told you as much. Ok so you didn't like it when he called you that but if the shoe fits!
Weeks goes by though. And finally he shows up at your place ready to forgive your bullshit but then he opens the door to find. Some other fucking guy.
"What the hell is this, Y/N?" He asks his voice low and dangerous, "None of your business Hanma. Now leave." You spit ready to throw him out.
But he doesn't budge just looks at you with something in his eyes that you don't recognize. "I don't let you throw a fucking fit and you think you can cheat on me?"
Oh? Fuck that. He called you a bitch you'll show him a bitch. "You don't get to cuss me out in front of all your douchey friends, not apologize or talk to me and then still think we're dating! FUCK YOU. I'm moving on and I want you gone!"
Wrong answer. Good for you growing a pair, too bad it's gonna cost this other guy a few broken bones. And when Hanma is done with him he turns to you, Grabbing you by your hair and dragging you out of the apartment. Looks like someone neeeds a reminder of what happens to people who cross him.
Yandere!Shion
Didn't know you ignoring him. Didn't really care either. It had been a month since you hit him up. Usually you're up his ass. Finds you with some douchebag at a cafe and loses his shit.
Makes a total scene. Flipping the table and throwing the guy around like a rag doll. Grabbing you by the forearm and dragging you back to his place.
"The fuck was that huh!?" he screams tossing you onto the bed. "You just up and cheat whenever you get bored, bitch? IS THAT IT!?"
You're in tears, shoving him away trying to crawl further up his mattress to get some distance. "You're the one that got bored! I was the only one ever trying! I thought you'd at least reach out to me but you never did! You didn't want me!"
He thinks about it. Ok so maybe he wasn't the best boyfriend. He didn't know how to be a good one alright? But he'll learn. Eerily gets calm.
"Ok. I get it. I need to try harder." Congratulations. You could never get the guy to give you attention now you'll never get him to leave you alone....
#i didn't want to do this tbh#it was VERY similar to another ask i got and they came one right after the other#ive got this thing about doing the same request but someone tries to disguise it as a different one...#peeves me off#i did it anyways though and im hoping my requesters have some integrity and KNOW NOT TO DO THAT#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere angry#yandere souya kawata#yandere hanma shuji#yandere shion madarame
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hey!! could i request something for jack hughes? i was thinking him and his gf have a safe word for during sex and she’s never had to use it but one night it’s just too much for her so she uses it for the first time and he immediately stops and comforts her
Thank you for asking! I hope you enjoy!
a/n: this is my first actual time writing something like this so it might be weird but I'm going to try my best lol
warnings: mentions of sexual interactions (nothing hard core), smut with a fluff ending
Hufflepuff
Shit. That's what I said when I saw thar the devils had lost. I knew Jack wasn't going to be good mood once he got home. Mind as well brace myself now for what is yet to come.
I didn't even bother giving Jack a text after the game. I knew he would be in a mad mood so I didn't want to cause anything else to go wrong.
He usually would text me when he's on his way from the airport but I think right now he wouldn't even bother to text me. And I understand that. I'd be mad to if I lost a game. Especially if it was basically my job to win.
The time on the stove read 12:23 a.m. when I heard the door nob of me and his apartment turning. Surprised I stayed up this late. I'd usually be in bed right now. It immediately caught my attention. My eyes looking at the door when Jack walked through the door. I walked up to him before putting a small smile on my face.
"Hey baby...you played great tonight. J was watching you." My voice was soft. He sighed before looking at me.
"Not right now baby...I just really need you right now." He told me. I could tell he really needed it. What else did I have to do right now.
We both made our way to our bedroom. Immediately after we had walked in the room he pinned me against the wall. When he looked me in the eyes. Moved his face closer to mine before placing a rough kiss on my lips. It escalated pretty quickly after that.
Clothes being removed and thrown across the room from both of us. He picked me up and place me on the bed. Laying on my back in just my bra and my underwear. Him just in his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair before looking down at me.
"Can I?" He asked. He knew he was mad. But he was still going to ask me first consent. He really is sweet even when he's angry.
"Yes." I replied back to him. It only took him seconds before removing the clothing off of us that was still remaining.
Throwing them somewhere around the room. He placed his hands on my hips giving me a sensation feeling in my lower body.
Without any warnings he immediately inserted himself in. I moaned unexpectedly that he was going to do that. He took it slow for a few seconds before going faster.
Usually I enjoy this but tonight I really wasn't. Trying to get his attention was going to be the hardest.
"Mm...babe..." I let out trying to get his attention. I waited a minute before trying again.
"Jack...Jack..." I said again. I'm pretty sure he was to focused to even acknowledge the fact I'm even speaking. I sighed softly.
"Hufflepuff!" I exclaimed in a loud tone. That was our safe word. I've never even had to use it before but I felt like to. He stopped immediately and looked at me either a face of fear.
"Baby...I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Are you okay? Everything alright? I'm sorry." He said while looking at me. He layed down next to me pulled the blanket over our body's to give us warmth. Laying on his side to look at me.
"I'm okay. I'm fine. It's not your fault. I just am not feeling it tonight. I know you had a rough night. It's okay." I ensured him. He cupped one side of my face while looking. I stroked his hair.
"I know I just shouldn't have I'm sorry." He looked at me. Now he felt really bad and I felt bad.
"Don't apologize." I gave him a soft smile to show him it was okay. I was fine. I wasn't hurt.
"Remind me. Why did we decide on hufflepuff?" He said while pulling me closer to him to cuddle.
"You really want to make me look like a nerd don't you?" I giggled a bit. He chuckled back.
"In matter of fact I do." He gave me a smile.
"Well you see. Hufflepuff is the house of kindness and loyalty and people in there complete softies. Just like you. Your a perfect example of a hufflepuff. So that's why. Also because you had no other ideas and both agreed on it."
"I thought I was the lion one?" He opposed.
"Ugh. It's gryffindor and maybe if you took the test like I did you'd know." I told him.
"Well what are you?" He asked.
"Ravenclaw(or insert yours)." I replied.
"That's the bird right?" God this was so frustrating to tell him.
"Raven. House of the wise." I explained.
"Explains a lot." He says.
"Well how about we got to sleep and in the morning I'll let you take the test?" I offered.
"That's sounds great." Putting a small smile on his face before giving me a kiss on my head.
"Night." I said.
"Night (y/n)."
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i crave for some nct dream's angsty imagines🥺 can you do it if you are free? thank you in advance!
nct dream falling out of love with you
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: angst angst angst, some of them really are red flags and assholes but this is just a work of fiction we all know our 7dream boys are a bunch of sweeties, curse words, mentions of drinking
Notes: anon asked for an angsty post and i am here to deliver one! and honestly i think the writing style is a little different? it's a bit more stream of consciousness vibes but yes, i am also an angst lover so this was quite fun to write :”) i am so sorry that this took a while, i’ve been really busy but i am back to posting more regularly now~ so continue to send in more request if you have any! until my next post, be well and take care my loveys <3
𔘓 Mark:
mark has been so busy but at the same time, he loves his job. these days, he much rather spend time working than anything. or maybe these are all excuses for himself to justify why he hasn't been making time for you. it's getting easier and easier to forget the plans you've made or the things you've said. seeing you at the end of every day used to be something he looks forward to, he remembers how he always gets so excited. when he finally sees you, when he gets to just soak you in at the end of his busy day. it relaxes him, he'd look into your eyes, tell you he loves you and everything just feels right. but now, even when he gets to go to sleep next to you, it just isn't the same anymore. you still look at him with so much love in your eyes, but it's been harder and harder to return your 'i love you's while meaning it. he doesn't know what went wrong or if anything went wrong in the first place. did the two of you move too fast? was it because you had thoughts of settling down and mark didn't have the heart to tell you he wasn't ready? is the pressure of marriage getting to him? or is it the fact that he never really wanted to get married at all? it kills him to admit it, knowing how much you love him still. but it's been a while since he noticed that his love for you has faded. and he wonders if it'll be kinder if he just lets you go.
𔘓 Renjun:
renjun has always been a fighter. you mean it in the best way, it's not unusual for you two to get into fights. everytime you do argue, it almost makes you love him more. he has always fought for your love, and you do the same. that's why he loved you so much. you two would never let each other go to bed upset. despite being quick to anger, he always reminds you that the two of you are on the same side. "i'm not trying to fight with you. it's us against the problem, not me against you." so really, you don't know when it started. the longer you've been together, the harder it's been to solve your problems. "why are we even fighting about this again?" "cause you just can't seem to let that shit go" "me? you're the one who-" "let's just stop, i'm not going to argue with you again" renjun is growing tired, it's easier for him to just walk out sometimes. you've gone to sleep angry and crying. "where the hell are you going at this hour?" "can't sleep, going out for some fresh air. don't bother waiting up." and some nights renjun never comes back at all. he usually goes to drink his thoughts of breaking up away, he doesn't want to be the one to say it. but he no longer wants to fight, maybe it's better this way. to stay with you till the end, until you say you're tired too and you can both part ways.
𔘓 Jeno:
is love supposed to be like this? it never used to feel like this. jeno has a lot on his mind. with you, he used to always feel like his floating. on cloud nine. really, you used to be the person who could put him in a good mood just by looking at him. so what changed? when did this love you shared start to feel burdensome? when did it all get so heavy? jeno isn't usually phased by burden, he has carried loads throughout his life. but for some reason, this load is one that he doesn't want to bare. love isn't supposed to be unpleasant like that. has he fallen out of love with you? is that why it's so difficult to leave his friends to meet you these days? it never used to be a problem, he'd always run to you in a heartbeat. he caught himself sighing when his phone lit up and it was a call from you. a frown found it's place on his face because he had to pause his game to pick up your call. and you didn't even have anything important to say. "i miss you jen" "mm, me too" he hated how easy it was to lie to you like that, he promised to always be honest. maybe it's true, his friends always used to tell him that your first relationship never lasts long. and perhaps it's time for him to be cruel to be kind, he'll break your heart sooner than later. he believes you'll come to thank him some day.
𔘓 Haechan:
"you really don't see why i'm upset?" "no, no i really don't," haechan tells you, annoyance laced in his voice. "it makes me uncomfortable, i don't like the idea of you going to lunch with her so often" "it's just lunch? i need to eat, don't i?" "so why don't you ask me then? it's not like i was busy?" "babe, i was already with her! we just went to get lunch after class, what's the big deal?" "it's not about just... lunch," you tell him, trying to stay calm even though your eyes are already stinging. "then what is it? all i'm hearing is that you're jealous. can't you trust me when i say we're just friends?" "yes. so what if i am jealous? you've always known that i'm insecure and that i don't like the idea of you hanging out with girls one on one. and you promised me you wouldn't, we made a deal, and you broke your promise..." "oh my god...." "h-how do you expect me to trust you when you keep going back on your word?" haechan takes a deep breath, he's so sick of having the same god damn conversation with you. he runs his hands up and down his face, before running them through his hair. "okay, fine. i'm sorry... i'm really sorry, you're right. i fucked up again... i'm the bad guy." haechan stares at you as you shake your head, beginning to break into sobs. it's like the two of you are stuck in an endless loop, never escaping this miserable cycle. and his heart used to break seeing you cry like that, knowing that he was the cause. but now his hooded eyes are tired and empty. so he stands up and walks to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine, before he comes back out to join you on the couch and turns on the TV.
𔘓 Jaemin:
you and jaemin both knew long distance wasn’t going to be easy. that much was clear the week leading up to jaemin’s departure, the two of you spend every waking hour together. sometimes even breaking into tears over the fact that you two would be miles and miles away from each other. but they always say distance makes the heart fonder right? so you and jaemin, you two were going to be fine right? it’s been 4 months since the two of you started long distance and jaemin is literally on his wits end. everything was going well initially but now he just thinks you’re asking for too much. he is literally on the other side of the world, trying to begin a new, exciting chapter of his life. and of course he misses you too but that doesn’t mean he has to sacrifice his sleep every night, choose staying at home to pick up your call instead of hanging out with new friends and going on new adventures. he’s trying so hard to just begin chasing his dreams and it’s like you’re doing everything in your power to hold him back. he knows in his heart that you’re not doing this on purpose but he can’t help but grow annoyed at you. he’s growing comfortable to this new life, without you. and he begins to wonder if you’re just another chapter in his life, one that doesn’t last till the end.
𔘓 Chenle:
chenle thinks he made a mistake. yes, he really did find you attractive. and yes, he really really did like you, very much. but maybe he was never really ready for a relationship. it was, to him, just too much commitment for right now. it definitely helps him feel less lonely but it was more of an inconvenience than anything. it wasn’t like he wanted to have other casual relationships or anything, mainly, he just wanted to be free. free to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and not having to be accountable to someone all the time. but it was nice to have someone care for him like you do. he doesn’t think he has anyone around that loves him like that, he can tell you love him and it makes his heart ache a little. because he came to realise that he mistook his infatuation for you for love. but it was too late to retract any of these things without breaking your heart. chenle is conflicted, he thinks he could choose to love you if he wanted to. love isn’t just mere feelings after all. but he doesn’t really want to, chenle doesn’t really want to be in a relationship anymore. you’re a beautiful girl, both inside and out, who deserves a lot more than he could offer you right now. and he knows you know it too. you might be naive, but you weren’t an idiot. you could tell that something in your relationship shifted, though you weren’t sure what exactly did. and maybe one day, when chenle gets the courage to finally settle down, maybe then he could be someone deserving of the love you have so readily given to him.
𔘓 Jisung:
when the two of you just met, jisung thought you were the most interesting person he has ever met. you were so different from him, from your passions to your personalities. and personally, jisung saw that as a great thing. afterall, opposites attract, right? yes, the two of you were indeed really attracted to each other and eventually fell in love enough to get into a relationship. but that only began to test each of your patience towards each other. a relationship is hard work and it proves to be even harder when both partners simply fail to see eye to eye. “but ji, you’re not listening to me,” you kept telling him. “baby, i am… but i just don’t agree with you”. it’s really draining, when the two of you are so persistent and stubborn in your own opinions. after a while, jisung just doesn’t feel very happy being together anymore. things seemed to be better when you two were just friends, maybe things should have stayed that way. it saddens him to even think like this, because he still likes you so much. but he sees how destructive this could eventually become. you’re already beginning to say hurtful things to each other just to try to get the other person to understand. you’re both unhappy and the feelings have definitely begun to fade. would it be better to just call it quits? jisung doesn’t know what to do but he wants to do something before it’s too late and it comes to a point where even being friends becomes impossible too.
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Why Willow's Plotline in For the Future Is Actually Awful
So this isn't actually going to be an analysis of her character. I will not be arguing about it being too late to cover this sort of topic or how well the rest of the series builds it up. I am simply going to talk about it, from the perspective of just this episode, telling what is actually a pretty bog standard trope. After all, "Reliable Willow" is only a nickname we get now and is exactly the sort of line that signals to an audience that a writer is doing a plotline about the responsible one being overly taxed and needing her cares needed to be tended to.
The fact that the show is doing this trope is not a bad thing. It's nothing new and the message is good as it reminds people that even the strongest amongst them needs to be checked on every now and then. That's usually why the episode is usually comedically overcharged about EVERY issue characters have had recently being pushed onto the one character until at the end they snap and force everyone to deal with their own shit because they can't.
So, how long does it take for a character to NOT put their problems onto Willow after she is put on screen for the first time in the episode?
Well, if you want to go with the first sign of passive aggressive discomfort a character feels, it's literally 25 seconds later when Hunter speaks for the first time, obviously annoyed and upset. I'm not going to use it here but I need to bring it up for a later point. Instead, it's with Luz's talk with her mom... Two minutes and thirty seconds into the episode. They break the format of this trope THAT quickly.
Well that's okay! After all, not literally every character can bother Willow. That sort of repetition can get annoying with episodes like these. How about how many times people come to Willow with help for their problems?
Once. In the entire episode. Only Camila does it. You might think it follows the rule of threes because of her helping Gus when he looks discouraged and her later helping Hunter... But we'll get back to those.
So that's two strikes on telling this trope coherently and building on the pressure and expectations that others are putting upon her, that she doesn't want. At bare minimum, they didn't fuck up the ending, right? No one asks her how she's doing before the end, signifying that they care about her and see her as more than the group therapist, right?
YEAH, that's five minutes and forty five seconds after Willow gets on screen and while the episode has FORTY MINUTES left of screentime.
This is a level of misusing your trope that I expect only from fanworks. Moringmark has an amazing example of fucking up a basic trope in the Viney/Skara fight in A Hint of Blue Part 1 where Skara throws a bunch of shit, misses, says her witty one liner and then throws a spool of cloth to hook onto Skara's harp, after Skara has entirely settled and already recovered from the previous attack, and yank it away. Instead being a bad ass move, it doesn't any misdirection element like that trope ALWAYS has so instead of looking like clever strategy (for the non-strategist of the two), it just makes Skara look like she zoned out for ten seconds and that Viney was indeed just throwing shit at her. A GOOD use of it would have been to have had the spool amongst the rest and letting us see it grab the harp as a small detail during Skara's dodge, then the one liner while Viney holds up the gauze and then the pull.
My point in going into that is that fucking up a trope like this has unintended consequences. In that one, it made Skara look like an idiot who wasn't paying attention. In this... It makes Willow look like a self-martyr who FORCES other people's problems onto herself and then gets upset when they don't immediately appreciate the effort and who is forcing herself to a level of perfection FAR beyond anything literally anyone is asking her of. And again, that is JUST analyzing this episode. This isn't going into how many times Willow hasn't hidden her emotions or how all she's normally after is just competence or recognition and NEVER perfection. Just by the logic of this episode, Willow is completely the instrument of her own demise, even while it frames it as being strong because others need her to be strong.
The most damning element is of course the lack of people coming to her. When she cheers Gus up and literally says "My work here is done" right at the beginning, it's just because Gus pouts a little because Hunter is stressed out. Honestly, it comes across less as helping with his emotions and problems and more as making him just ignore them which is not good since she doesn't actually ask what his issue is. She just assumes a nice rallying speech is all he needs and he'll be a-okay.
Then we get Hunter's scene which is SO MUCH WORSE. Without any prodding, despite the fact that Hunter should absolutely be grieving right now and is handling it his own way and should be given time to do so, she grabs a picture of him and Flapjack happy together, something he doesn't need right now when he is rightfully strung out about needing to catch Belos, and shows it to him. Her emotional intuition is correctly WILDLY off the mark and she suddenly forces this other boy to HAVE to acknowledge the fact that he's in agony without any plan for what to do after. I'm for guys feeling their emotions but you still need to let people process them and to open up as they need to. Instead, good intentions or not, Willow decides that just because Hunter isn't opening up to her but obviously in pain (WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU FOR LUZ THE PAST THREE MONTHS!?), she forces herself onto his pain and barely actually thinks about what to do with it. Only a few nice words because that will make her reliable Willow and get her another gold star for empathy!
And when it doesn't, when he needs MORE support than just that... She fucks off and leaves him to his mental breakdown. Good job, RELIABLE Willow!
(Side note, the moment when Hunter's act drops and he has to confront the death of his best friend is my favorite Hunter moment PERIOD. It plays into the idea that we probably almost never get to actually see the real Hunter due to many layers he puts between himself and others and how being a soldier also comforted him which is why it's what he goes to when he's so beyond a pain he can even comprehend. And then it immediately swaps to Willow's pain because fuck the actually interesting, built up story beat that was RIGHT THERE.)
And this reaction is BAD in the context of the rest of the episode. She has rejected help, so now her actions are only her fault. She has forced herself upon someone else without them saying anything to her and her first reaction to failure... Is to run away from the person who she JUST HURT. Honestly, if this were about a character who was emotionally manipulative, used platitudes to gain clout and appear to be good to everyone learning that some things need actual care, this would be a great twist on a common episode trope. That's not where this goes but it would have been a neat twist.
Also, I suppose I should acknowledge the story of Gus running away which is cute... But not current pressure on Willow. Hell, usually this tropes demands that the party therapist is kind enough to help everyone but isn't actually happy about the role, especially when they're in pain. They do it because it's right, no other reason. Willow on the other hand... Revels and celebrates the role. Constantly. Which implies she likes doing this and likes the attention and adulation it brings her.
So finally we get to the last scene actually about this trope when she has her breakdown and is being a complete perfectionist. By the logic of this episode, the perfectionist thing is ham fisted but fine but it still leans into the self martyr angle. She cannot falter. She HAS to be better than everyone else. To never fail so her accomplishments seem all the greater. That actually is another episode trope for a lot of things, usually including the person working themselves close to death and that causing everything to fall apart but it's REALLY awkward to mix with emotional support. Helping others with their emotions has no 'perfect' answer. You don't just walk up to a depressed person and expect a few nice words to get the job done. You actually have to listen and be prepared that there may be nothing you can do. A lot of times, the team therapist doesn't even have the answers during episodes like these. They show their care by the fact that unlike everyone else, they listen and don't judge whoever is in need.
But once your goal is to 'fix' the person and be appreciated for it, your hope to actually help people is corrupted. That's why Willow doesn't talk about how she's worried about Hunter too but he'll be okay when comforting Gus. That would be real emotional intelligence, reading the room and responding to why Gus is upset. Instead, she says what she should say to Hunter to Gus. A reaffirmation that they're all invested in this and that they CAN beat Belos. That's HUNTER'S concern. Yes, it's to give himself something to focus on besides Flapjack but it is also a VERY real fear for him and understandably so. He probably won't be ready to deal with Flapjack's death until he knows Belos at least isn't able to harm anyone else he cares about. Then with Camila, she rejects the help because she likes the feeling her title gives her too much. Not because anyone has actually forced her not to say anything or ignored her, Gus himself helped Willow feel better with illusions with the red grass stunt when he noticed she could probably use a pick me up since she was sad until seeing the grass, but because she likes the attention.
But then the attention got bad and she said fuck this which *glares at Luz* isn't the first time the show has written someone THIS SEASON like this. And so when her scene at the end comes up of people telling her it's okay to cry... I just don't feel anything about it. I am not going to sympathize with an egotist who finally realized other people's emotions are more complex and maybe she shouldn't try to force her solutions upon them. I'm sorry if that's strange on my part.
And again, this is just based on the episode. Stuff she's done before actually doesn't help her. She has ignored help in the past when given for NO REASON and also ignored others feelings when they didn't accept her kind words. I'll try to keep this brief but she has no reason not to admit she's still angry about Amity to Luz. Literally most of their relationship is built on Willow's anger towards Amity and Luz helping with that. This isn't new and you have no reason to hide your feelings from your friend besides claimed moral superiority like she does in the episode. Then in Sport in a Storm, when her trying to tell Hunter that her being a late bloomer is totally a reason not to judge a book by its cover, a stupid argument to begin with for the problem at hand, she just straight up kidnaps him and FORCES him to see her perspective. We don't even know how long he was underground for because we saw later that season that people who get sent into the ground can just take an hour to dig themselves out despite, you know, oxygen, and she did need to get everyone over there to explain why they're actually super awesome, please believe us, so some amount of time passed.
And all of this is the emotional core for For the Future. Luz has only THREE moments angsting about her issues, one of which comes like twenty to thirty minutes after the second one, and otherwise acts entirely unbothered by anything, almost like she's back to being her season one self, and there isn't really an emotional core otherwise. And yet, despite the fact that they were using a bog standard trope, the writers still fucked it up. I don't even care about why in this situation, there's plenty of explanations you could come up with but none of them look good on the writer's parts but you absolutely can't blame the shortening. This is a self contained story that doesn't even have to be a character climax, even if it was here technically. Willow's plot in this could have easily been the 15 minute A plot, or hell, a seven minute B plot since that's probably the amount of time it took to happen, in a 22 minute episode for a full season 3 and it would still have been GOD AWFUL.
And this was honestly shocking to me. For the Future had always been described to me as just the unoffensive filler episode of S3. It is so much worse than I had been led to believe though. It's probably the worst full episode, from just an objective writing standpoint, of the series. It's just incompetent. If me showing how they fuck up basic tropes isn't enough to prove that, there's PLENTY else wrong about this episode. I would rank Yesterday's Lie and Reaching Out as worse personally because they ruin more crucial elements of the show but like... *sigh*
Willow's plot here is just a bad part of an already bad episode.
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Obey Me! Brothers With a Pre-K Behavior Chart
tw: cussing, implied romantic relationship
Lucifer:
Definitely called it "childish" when MC installed it in the living room but he's probably the most invested one tbh
Is constantly checking it out of the corner of his eye, wants to know whats up
Typically is on green but on the rare occasion that MC puts him on yellow, he's sweating.
Acts like he doesn't care when he's on yellow but is literally going through every scenario in his head as to why he could be on yellow
1000% starts kissing ass when he's on yellow but acts like he's not
"Am I not allowed to buy you flowers? I have to care for what's mine after all.."
Ass kissing may or may not work depending on who you are but if it works then he's smug as shit
Never really ends up on red unless he loses his crap
Mammon:
Wasn't a big fan of the idea but didn't think too much of it at the end of the day
Until he learned the satisfaction of being on green, ends up incredibly invested for the ego boost of it all
Actively checks the chart to see how he's doing and will brag to anyone within earshot about how great he's done
Usually on yellow and green
Feels agony every time he watches MC move his clip to yellow, acts like it's the end of the world
"Huh?! Wait! ....WAIT NO!"
Kisses ass when he's on yellow but is literally so obvious about it
"Oh my! Mammon! You shouldn't have! Look at this, this is the cutest outfit ever!"
"Cute enough the put me back on green?"
"..what?"
Never actually ends up on red, patches up any issues before they escalate that bad.
Leviathan:
Heard about the chart through the grapevine since he never goes into the living room enough to have taken notice
Doesn't really care when he heard about it, but he's definitely curious as to what MC perceives as "yellow" behavior
Usually on green the majority of the time, let's face it, he doesn't go out enough to cause any real trouble
On the rare occasion that he ends up yellow, it's usually because he's picked a fight with Mammon or Asmo
Absolutely crestfallen when he sees his clip on yellow, you'd think you just spat in his face
Will actually tear up at being on yellow simply because it's one step closer to red and he's an over thinker
More often than not he'll go sulk in his room when he's on yellow and you'll have to coax him out and remind him that, no you do not hate him, he just can't strangulate Mammon over a Ruri-chan figure
Only actually ended up on red once for summoning Lotan
Satan:
Was pleasantly surprised when he heard about the idea. He thought it was a bit juvenile but he accepts any ideas that involve understanding his favorite person better
Usually on yellow for the sole fact that his Anti-Lucifer League activities come back to bite everyone in the ass
Let's be real, nobody wants to be put on cleaning duty because Satan put a fake roach in Lucifers coffee and ruined his whole day
Yellow it is
Isn't too bothered by being on yellow, albeit a bit unnerved by the idea of ending up on red
Sees being on yellow as an opportunity to get back on green, doesn't let it sit on his conscious too much.
Is pretty good about getting back on green, after all he feels no qualms about apologizing to MC directly for any inconveniences, even offering to make it up to them.
Is honestly a teeny bit embarrassed at how often he ends up on yellow, especially considering the fact that it's a chart meant for children
Ends up on red every now and then when he loses his cool, but isn't there very long
Asmodeous:
Thought the idea was super cute and creative! He's wants to know everything about his love so this seems like a plus for him
Until he's on yellow, then it doesn't feel so cute anymore
Really jumps from green and yellow, would probably be a consistent green if he didn't live for the drama as much as he does
Hates being on yellow with his entire being but MC! Yanking Levi's hair was 100% justified! He ruined the nail polish Asmo worked 2 hours on!
Cries when you don't buy it
Absolutely takes it personally, why would someone as sweet and loving as him be on a yellow traffic light?! Yellow doesn't even compliment his eyes!
Similar to Satan, he's pretty good about getting back on green. He doesn't mind apologizing or sucking up to MC at all. Will apologize and beg for forgiveness then and there tbh
Unfortunately he gets back on yellow just as quickly as he's left, and so the cycle repeats
Has never been on red, as much as he loves drama he's very well aware of your boundaries and won't push further if he sees you at you're breaking point, even if he plays dumb
Beelzebub:
Thinks it's a nice idea, as a quiet demon he understand that communicating through expressions and words can be complicated, so this chart seems efficient
Likes to check his and his brothers clips regularly during his kitchen runs
Literally always on green, he's a peace-loving lover and brother, what else can I say
When he sees his brothers on yellow or red he'll ask you about it, tries to de-escalate any reds that he sees by making a little meeting
Usually is the one to break the news about any clip movements to his brothers if they're not there to see MC move it
"Belphie, you're back on green :-)"
Although he doesn't verbally say anything, he's really happy seeing himself on green. It feels like a confirmation of MC's feelings and gives him an extra pep in his step throughout the day
Happy spouse happy house ftw
Only ends up on red when he has his hunger rampages, but he's really quick to apologize and make it up to everyone
Belphegor:
Rolls his eyes when he hears that MC put a behavior chart in the living room
Yet somehow is caught sleeping on the couch more often these days (he's definitely not peeking at the chart through half lidded eyes)
Usually on red and yellow
Belphie likes to push everyone's buttons, including yours
Even if he hasn't done anything to you specifically, sometimes the peer pressure of everyone else being pissed off gets him on yellow
Lets face it, Belphie is way too mischievous to be on green.
Never actually does anything to be hurtful, but he just finds amusement in annoying and inconveniencing his family, like taking your favorite pillow to sleep on or using Asmo's favorite mug for himself.
Ends up on red every now and then when he teases a bit too much or makes a particularly hard hitting comment to one of his brothers
Doesn't mind being on yellow but feels guilty when he ends up on red
Won't outright apologize to you through words, but his quiet invitation to cuddle lets you know that he understands his mistake
Waits until you're comfortable and calmer in his arms to give you chaste apologetic kiss
If you listen close enough you'll hear his mumbled "Im sorry"
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Thank you! Number 9 this year was Limelight, by Rush. Here's a bit of pre-relationship Steddie featuring Eddie's complicated feelings about his hometown - I hope you enjoy!
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title: get on with the fascination [on AO3]
word count: ~1900
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Fifteen years after the world doesn't end, Eddie Munson returns to Hawkins.
It's a dramatic phrasing, even in his own head; for one thing, this is far from the first time he's been back since the summer of 1986, although the last time was almost a decade ago. He doesn't call it going home. Home is New York, and sometimes Chicago these days, which is as close to Roane County as he usually wants to get. Home, as far as it ever existed for him in Hawkins, was a trailer that got dropped into an alternate dimension along with a good chunk of the town the same night Eddie almost died. Home is the little house over the Illinois border where Wayne has lived since '91. Home sure as shit isn't here.
"You planning on brooding this whole time, or what?" Steve asks from across the booth. The bar they're currently sitting in is no longer called The Hideout; at some point in the last fifteen years, it's been rebranded to On The Rocks Bar And Grill. There's a fresh coat of paint on the walls and a layer of new laminate flooring over the old asbestos tile. Draft taps and an honest-to-god raised stage instead of the grimy corner where the old band used to play. At the turn of the millennium, Hawkins is finally gentrifying.
"I'm not brooding."
"Yeah, man, you totally are. Could we get a couple of refills? Thanks so much," he adds to the waitress who pauses by their table to ask if they need anything. She doesn't seem to recognize Eddie. Too young to remember him from his illustrious youth here, and apparently not into the metal scene, thank fucking Christ. For the most part, he kind of likes it when strangers come up to him in public—two platinum records in and it still hasn't lost its novelty—but not here. Not in Hawkins. This place still feels fucking cursed.
"Are you buying me beer now, Harrington?"
"You're the big-shot rockstar," Steve points out with a shit-eating grin. "You're buying."
"Ugh," Eddie groans, and puts his head down on the table, which doesn't even have the decency to be sticky. "Remind me again why I agreed to this?"
"I don't know. Closure?"
"Next time I decide to do something this shit-stupid, can you do me a favor and just, like, duct tape me to a chair or something?"
"Kinky," Steve says dryly, but he's still smiling when Eddie lifts his head to glare at him. Eddie should probably be less of a dick about this, given that Steve is only here for moral support; he doesn't live in Hawkins either these days. He's up in Chicago with Robin, who would also probably be here if she weren't mired in stacks of midterm papers on film theory from her earnest little freshman ducklings. Steve makes his own hours, so it's not that much of a surprise that he closed up shop and drove down here and didn't bother to call until he'd already crossed the county line, at which point Eddie was winding himself up into a dangerous head of steam and was grateful for any distraction that offered itself.
And Steve is the best kind of distraction. Always has been. Even now, kicked back in a bar booth in all his yuppie glory, sipping the last of his beer and scanning the bar every now and then with a wariness that Eddie hasn't seen from him in a while. Because Eddie isn't the only one who left a headful of ghosts behind in Hawkins, Indiana. He forgets that sometimes.
"Thank you, by the way," he says. "Did I say that yet?"
"Nah. Mostly you've just been, like, bemoaning your life."
"Bemoaning," Eddie repeats, delighted. "We'll make a poet of you yet, Stevie."
"In your dreams," Steve says mildly.
"Oh, every night, baby."
That gets him a scoff, but it's a fond one. The waitress comes back with their drinks, and he leans back out of her way to let her set them down and clear away their empty glasses. Steve thanks her again, and this time Eddie does too, because there's only so much wallowing that Steve will let him get away with and he's probably closing in on that limit quickly. Still, all Steve actually says once she leaves is, "So what's the plan, then? You're meeting the interviewers at, what, three?"
"Yeah," Eddie sighs. "I don't fucking know. They wanted me to, like, walk them around and show them the old sights, which sounded like a great idea when Marleen pitched it, but now it's like, what old sights? Oh, here's where the basketball team tried to kick my skull in. Here's where the football team tried to kick my skull in. Here's the picnic table where I used to sell weed out of my lunch box. Here's where my trailer was before a girl died there and it got sucked into the shadow dimension, except—oops!—can't tell you shit about that because I signed a stack of confidentiality agreements almost as tall as me. But they're still gonna ask." He lets out a long sigh and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. "They're gonna want me to talk about Chrissy."
"So you tell them to go to hell."
He barks a laugh. "Easy as that, huh?"
"You've never had trouble with it before," Steve says with a shrug.
That's true enough. Eddie sighs again and reaches for his beer. "This place is fucking me up. No, there is actually a plan. We're gonna stop by the high school after it's cleared out and do the interview there, it's all set up. You know they put up a plaque with my name on it outside the drama room?"
Steve laughs. "No shit?"
"Yeah, apparently there was a vicious battle about it on the school board. Real fire and brimstone shit, went on for months. Henderson's mom led the charge on my behalf, I got the whole story from him."
"Jesus," Steve says. And then, "Shit, we should go see her while we're in town."
"You're just hoping she'll feed you."
"Well, yeah," Steve says. "I've been living on my own cooking since…" he waves a hand and makes a face. "You know. Since everything went south with Jerry."
Jerry was the latest in a series of attractive people of varying genders that Steve has dated over the last ten years, since he moved to Chicago and figured his shit out. Eddie kind of hated the guy, but it wasn't personal. He was objectively probably a perfectly fine person, and it wasn't his fault that Eddie fell head over heels for a hot monster-slaying jock in the spring of 1986 and never entirely recovered. Though, as he's now reminded, it's been a long time since he and Steve were both single at the same time, and the last time that happened, he still thought Steve was straight.
He tries to swallow that thought down with a mouthful of beer, but it lingers like a strange spiky shape in the back of his throat. "So, how's all that going, anyway?"
Steve groans dramatically.
"An encouraging response."
"No, it's fine. I'm, like, totally over him at this point. I just… I don't know, I figured I'd be past all this shit by now, you know? Thought I'd settle down, get my life together, find somebody who…" he trails off.
"Who…?" Eddie repeats leadingly.
"I don't know. Somebody who gets it. Somebody I don't have to, like, lie to."
"That's a tall order, my friend."
"Yeah, I guess," Steve mutters. He's looking at his beer, rubbing a thumb against the wedge-shaped scar bisecting his lower lip. He's got a lot of scars, and Eddie knows the story to most of them, even the ones he wasn't personally present for. But he supposes that he can see how it would wear on Steve, inventing explanations for them that aren't about being tortured by Russian spies or eaten alive by interdimensional monsters. Steve's not much of a liar, when it comes down to it. Eddie doesn't mind spinning fantastical stories to obscure the ugly truth, but they're wired differently that way.
"Hey," Eddie says. He taps his fingernails against Steve's glass and waits for him to look up. "Listen, I'm sorry I brought it up."
Steve smiles a little. "It's fine. Seriously. Robin says I'm being a sad sack, and she's probably right."
"Mm. Probably, but I am not the sensible Professor Doctor Buckley, am I?"
"God, you know she hates it when you call her that."
"She's the one who decided to get a PhD. Masochism, in my strong opinion."
"Oh, we all know," Steve says. He glances over Eddie's shoulder at the clock, then says, "Probably ought to get going if you want to make your interview on time."
"And Marleen has promised to string me up by my metaphorical balls if I show up late for another one," Eddie sighs. He drains the last of his beer and stands, digging his wallet out.
After they pay and head outside, Steve lingers by the side of the brick building, facing the road. It's a sunny day, breezy and crisp, pale wisps of clouds moving fast across the blue sky, and something about it makes Eddie's chest pinch with a strange nostalgia. Something about the way Steve looks right now, in his stylish yet dorky windbreaker with his hair tossed by the breeze. It's shorter now than he used to wear it but he really doesn't look that different at thirty-four than he did at nineteen. Older, sure, but it suits him.
"After I'm done with all this shit," Eddie says. "You wanna go get high at the quarry? You know, for old times' sake?"
Steve laughs softly, eyes crinkling. "Does it really count if we're not smoking in the back of your van?"
"True. Pretty sure I wouldn't get the deposit back on my rental if I turn it in smelling like grass, either."
"We can take my car," Steve says.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. If you want."
"You wanna crash with me after? So you don't have to drive all the way back home tonight, I mean? The room they booked me is, like, palatial. I didn't even know they had places that nice around here."
Steve glances at him again, rubbing his jaw. It wouldn't be the first time they've shared a hotel room, but there's a different context now. For one thing, they can both afford separate rooms these days. For another, Eddie's got that itch that means he's probably gonna do something reckless, and he's not even sure he wants to try to stop it.
If he and Steve go smoke up by the quarry where they spent the last summer of Eddie's teens, he's going to confess something, he's pretty sure of it. Lay it all on the line for Steve, after all this time. He's starting to think that might not even be the worst idea he's ever had. Steve is here, after all.
"Yeah, okay," Steve says, finally. He bumps his shoulder against Eddie's, and Eddie leans back into the solid warmth of him, and takes a deep breath of cool spring air, and watches the Hawkins traffic pass them by.
Tomorrow, he'll be gone. Maybe, if this doesn't all blow up in his face, he'll go back to Chicago with Steve. Hawkins is a place he's outgrown years ago, and whatever story comes out of this interview is never going to be anything other than a media-crafted shadow of the truth, but honestly, that's never been what mattered in the end.
"It's a date, then," he says, and when he glances over at Steve, he finds him already smiling back.
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