#like oh new shitty guy just dropped i guess

[aplpaca]

i know nothing about youtuber whatsoever. every time someone talks about a popular youtuber it feels like theyre conjuring a dude from thin air. hearing about youtuber drama is like seeing everyone spontaneously pull a guy out of their hat and start beating him to death with hammers

#like oh new shitty guy just dropped i guess #hbomberguy #james somerton

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: wrong number au, Eddie texts Gareth something personal but puts in 1 wrong number & ends up texting Steve. The two of them hit it off & start chatting & then when they meet IRL they are completely head over heels in love & its cute as fuck

MY LOVE MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! LOVE A GOOD WRONG NUMBER AU!!! I can't believe I've never written it before now. I also had to actually include Gareth because I am actually obsessed with him lately, and I just think it's really neat that we can make these characters our own. This was such a fun and cute request! I didn't do the inappropriate route because I thought this was hilarious so sorry about that. I made up for it with something else! - Mickala ❤️

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GARE BEAR! You won’t believe it but i dropped my phone in a sewer. Lost everything.

He had never been so happy about having his closest friends’ numbers memorized. His phone was somewhere under the streets of Chicago, floating through dirty water and sewage, dying a slow and painful death.

He texted everyone else one at a time, let them know he had a new number and to completely delete the old one because it would never be recovered.

They were used to things like this happening; He lost his phone annually at this point and it was cheaper just to get a new number than transfer everything to a new one.

He went to dial Wayne, the old school part of him insisting on phone calls instead of texts still, when Gareth’s name popped up with a new text.

Not sure who Gare Bear is, but sorry about your phone. That’s shitty.

Eddie let out a loud laugh.

did you mean to make a pun?

Did it make you laugh?

yes

Then yes.

Eddie sat down on a bench, entirely focused on his conversation with this stranger.

Did you find your Gare Bear yet?

Not yet but i think i’m pretty happy talking to you for now

Smooth, Eddie.

Admittedly, he was in a hell of a dry spell.

Going on almost two years, actually.

A little flirting with a stranger never hurt anybody, not when he clearly needed some practice.

Not sure if your Gare Bear would like it very much though

Wait, what?

Eddie stared at his phone, trying to comprehend what that could mean. Why would Gareth not want him talking to a stranger?

I hope you find your partner though!

Oh.

Oh!

Eddie hit the call button in the corner before he could even register what he was doing.

“Hello?”

Oh no, he sounded hot.

“Hi. So, Gareth is very much not my partner. He probably actually wishes I would really forget his number,” Eddie rushed out.

“Um. Okay?”

“He’s been my best friend for ten years and he thinks I’m a mess. Not a partner,” Eddie further clarified.

“Got it. Not a partner.”

“Yes, exactly.”

They stayed silent for a moment before Eddie coughed.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Steve. Sorry about your phone, seriously that sucks,” he sounded genuinely apologetic, like he personally threw Eddie’s phone in the sewer.

“Oh, no big deal. I lose my phone more often than I go out with someone,” Eddie said.

Why did he say that?

Steve let out a laugh and it was like music.

Eddie couldn’t help the smile taking over his face at his laugh, already knew he wasn’t gonna be able to let this guy go without learning more about him.

“So you’re, what? Celibate?” Steve asked.

“Far from it. Well, maybe not far from it. Temporarily, maybe. It’s been a while,” Eddie admitted.

“How long?” Steve asked, a loud bang coming from his end of the phone. “Sorry, I had to go outside for some privacy.”

Eddie wasn’t going to read into that. He wasn’t.

“Two years give or take. I mean I’m not counting shitty dates that ended before they got worse. So, yeah. Two years.”

“Been a year for me, but. Yeah, I get it. My last relationship didn’t end on the best terms. She decided I was too in love with her I guess,” Steve sighed, voice sounding pained.

She.

Steve was probably straight.

There was no way he’d be lucky enough for Steve to like men.

Or for Steve to like him.

“I can’t really imagine breaking up with someone because they loved me too much. I’m usually the one who falls too hard,” Eddie admitted.

“Yeah, well, same here,” Steve sounded sad, a bit withdrawn.

Eddie wanted to hear him laugh again.

“I doubt either of us have ever fallen as hard as my phone did down a drain,” Eddie said sadly.

Steve let out a loud laugh and Eddie smiled.

“This might sound crazy, but I’m kind of glad your phone decided to live in the sewers,” Steve said when he finally calmed down. “And maybe a little too happy that you typed your friend’s number wrong.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

Was this flirting? Was he successfully having a flirtatious conversation with a potentially very hot guy?

“So I can be bold and ask if you maybe wanted to meet up somewhere?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“So you’re in Chicago?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“For the last five years, yeah.”

“You busy tonight?”

Eddie’s heart stopped.

He was really going to meet up with a stranger just because he liked his laugh and hoped he was hot.

He’d done more with less.

“Yeah, actually. I’m getting dinner with this guy I accidentally texted,” Eddie smirked, looking down at his feet.

“Dinner? What a lucky guy. Where are you going?” Steve sounded amused.

“Well, it depends on what he likes. I’ve been craving some pierogies. Ever been to Staropolska?” Eddie asked.

Gareth’s family owned it, and he used to eat there two or three times a week while they were in college, usually working off his bill in the kitchen doing dishes after.

He hadn’t been in a couple months, work keeping him busy and his budget being pretty tight when he moved into a studio apartment by himself.

He had enough to treat himself tonight though.

“The one on Milwaukee? Yeah. One of my favorite places to get devolay,” Steve sounded surprised that he knew it.

“You won’t believe this, but the friend I was trying to text when I got you, his family owns that place.”

“No way! Then we have to. We owe it to the guy who has almost my exact phone number,” Steve responded.

“Meet you there at seven?” Eddie asked, suddenly more nervous.

“Seven sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Steve giggled. Eddie fell in love.

“We should probably hang up.”

“Should we?” Eddie asked, not wanting to stop talking to him yet.

“Yes, I have to do my hair. Gotta impress the guy who drops his phone in the sewer and texts strangers about it.”

“He sounds like a loser. Don’t put too much effort in,” Eddie sighed. “But okay. See you at seven.”

“See you then.”

They both stayed on the line for a minute.

“Okay. For real. Bye,” Steve laughed.

“Bye, Stevie.”

He hung up before he could convince himself to talk to him for the rest of the afternoon.

He breathed out a loud sigh, smiling as he realized he had a date.

He dialed Gareth’s real number immediately.

“Gareth, I have a date!”

“What is this number, Eddie?”

“Oh, I dropped my phone in the sewers. Not important. I have a date!”

“Jesus Christ. Okay. Come over then.”

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Gareth had been his pre-date hype man since high school, though he wasn’t very good at it.

Mostly he calmed Eddie’s nerves and helped make sure his hair didn’t look like he just woke up, which was often its unfortunate state of being.

“So, you don’t know this guy,” Gareth said from his bed.

“No.”

“And you talked for like two seconds and decided you’re in love with him,” he continued.

“Yes.”

“And you think this is totally normal and sane?”

“I didn’t say that. But we just…I dunno. We clicked. I haven’t been that at ease with someone in a long time. It felt natural,” Eddie fell back on his bed, starfishing so his arm and leg hit Gareth’s legs.

“Dude, I’m not discouraging it. I’m happy for you. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it isn’t as easy when you meet,” Gareth said softly.

“Yeah, thanks. I think it’ll be okay, though.”

“Alright. Tell babcia I’m coming by tomorrow for lunch.”

Eddie sat up and gave Gareth a quick hug.

“Thanks Gare Bear!”

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He arrived 20 minutes early so he could sneak in the back to say hi to Gareth’s grandmother, who still insisted on getting her hands on the food every day for a couple of hours despite being nearly 80 years old.

“Babcia!”

“Eddie! My kochany! You forget to visit and I forget what you look like!” she rushed over, flour and oil stains all over her apron.

He should have kept some distance so his shirt didn’t get ruined, but he ignored the part of his brain telling him to look perfect for his date so he could get a hug.

“You know I have to watch my money,” he said against her shoulder.

“And you know I feed you for free if you clean up after yourself. No excuse,” she pulled away and looked him over. “You look handsome. Why?”

Eddie put his hands on his hips.

“What? Don’t I always look handsome?”

“Of course, but this is different. Your hair is smooth and you smell like the perfume store,” she smirked. “Is it a girl? Or a boy? Or a someone?”

“It’s a boy. We’ve never met in person, so I wanted to make a good first impression,” he admitted.

“Oh! How lovely! What’s his name?” She was back to kneading dough, but kept her eyes on him.

“Steve. He actually has been here before, loves the devolay?”

Babcia froze.

“Steve? Oh goodness.” She turned to the sink and washed her hands, muttering under her breath about something.

Eddie’s heart sank. Babcia didn’t seem happy about this.

“What’s wrong? You know him?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Is he not a good guy? Has he been mean to you? I’ll call and cancel right now,” he insisted, reaching for his phone in his pocket.

“No, no. Nothing like that. He is a very sweet boy. He got broken up with in this restaurant a few months back. Tore me to pieces. He just sat here for hours crying. I moved him to a corner booth for his privacy and he left me a $100 tip and ever since then when he comes in I make sure to give him as many szarlotka as he wants.” She touched Eddie’s shoulder. “You be good to him. He has a nice heart.”

Eddie’s mind raced.

Why had Steve agreed to come here for a date if this is where he’d been broken up with? Why did he even bother coming back if it held such bad memories?

What if he didn’t see this as a date?

The front door chimed and he heard the employee at the front welcome someone.

“He will be good for you, drogi.”

Eddie nodded before making his way to the front, stopping in his tracks when he saw the most beautiful man he’d ever seen standing at the podium, talking to the employee with a smile.

“That’s him,” Babcia said from behind him. “Go get him.”

She shoved him forward, nearly making him trip, which caught the attention of Steve.

He looked over with a curious smile, and then realization seemed to hit him.

“Steve?” Eddie managed to ask, loud enough to be heard over the few full tables in the restaurant.

“Eddie?” he asked back, hesitantly moving towards him.

“I, um,” Eddie started, then cleared his throat. “I usually sit by the window, if that’s okay?”

“That’s perfect,” Steve nodded.

It was cliche, like the room around them closed into just them existing together, like the stars had aligned exactly right for this moment to happen.

They sat down at the table Eddie usually sat at, staring across the table at each other in slight awe.

Eddie really hoped that Steve was having the same feelings he was.

But one thing was stopping Eddie from being completely enraptured.

“Is this a date?” he asked suddenly.

“What?” Steve seemed surprised by his question. “I mean, yeah. I’d like it to be. I thought it was.”

Eddie nodded once, but remained quiet, thinking.

“Oh God, it wasn’t, was it? You were just being nice. What is it with this restaurant? If I didn’t love the food so much or babcia, I would never step foot here again, I swear-”

Eddie put his hand on Steve’s to calm him down, frown on his face.

“Woah. What?”

“I just. I don’t have the best history with dates here and I guess I didn’t learn the first time something bad happened, and now I’m being too much too fast again in this place and-”

Eddie pulled Steve’s hand up to his face, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“Stevie, calm down. This is a date. I’ll have as many dates here as you want to to get rid of whatever negative stuff you associate with this place. Babcia would hate that I ruined this place for you,” he said quietly.

Steve seemed to relax at his words.

And if you wanna tell me about what happened, you can. If it’ll help,” Eddie offered.

Before Steve could reply, Gareth’s cousin, Ben, came to take their order.

It was a quick order, both knowing exactly what they wanted, and then Steve looked back at him.

“It’s just. My last girlfriend, who I was with for almost three years, dumped me here. It was kind of out of the blue for me, and I had a really hard time that night.”

Eddie felt his heart break.

How could someone do that to Steve? He didn’t need to know him better to know that he didn’t deserve that, especially not if babcia had taken him under her wing so quickly.

“She must be awful to have let you go like that,” Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand in his, resisting the urge to go to his side of the table and hold him.

Steve shrugged and looked down at their hands.

“I mean, I should have known. She was never much for romance or spending time together that didn’t involve work or school. I was looking at engagement rings and she was looking at apartments to get away from me. I was just…really blinded by what I thought was love,” Steve smiled sadly at him.

“It wasn’t?”

“Well, it may have been a type of love. It was more comfort than anything. She was kind of all I had for the first year we were together, and I think I just ignored how unhealthy that was for both of us. And then I met Robin in college, and she was like the opposite of Nancy in every way. A few months before Nancy broke up with me, I told her that Robin’s parents kicked her out when she came out to them and that she needed a place to stay until we graduated. She agreed, then never made any attempt at getting to know her. And I didn’t read into it, Nancy isn’t like, super talkative with people she isn’t already close with, and Robin just kinda stayed to herself when Nancy was home.” Steve took a shaky breath. “But it turns out she didn’t bother getting to know her because she already knew she was gonna break up with me and leave the apartment to me and Robin, so.she just. Didn’t bother. Robin warned me, but I didn’t listen.”

Eddie wanted to cry.

Steve’s voice was full of pain, but not in a way that told him he still loved her, or still hoped they would get back together. More that she broke a part of him that he still hadn’t been able to fix no matter how hard he tried or wanted to.

“Was she jealous?” Eddie asked, trying so hard to understand what could have happened.

“I dunno. I mean, Robin’s a lesbian, and I definitely never had feelings for her anyway. Nancy was always so sure of herself, I can’t imagine she’d be jealous.”

“It sounds like she didn’t appreciate you very much.”

“What do you mean?” Steve didn’t sound mad, just curious.

“Well, she didn’t even make an effort to get to know your best friend, right? And it sounds like she was too busy focusing on her future to even think about what you looked like in it, and instead of trying to plan it with you, she made a future for her. She sounds a bit selfish,” Eddie shrugged.

Instead of being upset, Steve laughed.

God, Eddie loved that laugh.

“Sorry, it’s just that you sound exactly like Robin. You’d probably be two peas in a pod.”

“Tell me about her,” Eddie genuinely wanted to know more about the person who kept Steve going.

Their food arrived in the middle of the story of how Steve and Robin met, but it didn’t stop him from continuing.

Eddie listened with a fond smile, filling in Steve’s gaps of silence as he chewed a bite of food with questions or something related to what he’d been talking about.

It was easy.

It was fun.

Halfway through the meal, Steve’s foot rested against one of his and it felt like electricity shooting through his bones.

Eddie told him about Gareth, and his family who had pretty much adopted him when they both moved here from a small town in Indiana. He talked about his uncle who raised him for most of his life, who visited every Christmas despite being on a really tight budget.

Time passed quickly, but not at all.

They hadn’t realized how long they’d been sitting there until babcia came out without her apron to hand deliver an apple tart.

“You boys enjoy. I’ll see you both soon!” she said as she smacked a kiss on top of each of their heads.

Both of them blushed, but tried to cover it up with a bite of food.

As they finished, Steve looked outside to see how dark it was, how few people were left walking the streets.

“Guess we should head out,” he muttered, sounding like that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Would you wanna come to my place? We don’t have to do anything except talk, I promise. I just don’t really want this to end yet,” Eddie suggested.

“Really? I haven’t bored you?” Steve asked, just a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

Eddie shook his head.

“Not at all. I’d really like to get a chance to love you the way you deserve,” Eddie said.

Steve’s eyes widened.

Eddie should back up, should say something less intense.

But if this ruined it, then at least he said what he was thinking.

“You think you could love me?” Steve asked, barely more than a whisper.

“I think I already do a little,” Eddie admitted.

Steve blinked at him for a moment, mouth slightly agape.

“I need to kiss you,” he finally said.

“Now? Here?” Eddie smiled.

“Now. Here.”

“I won’t stop you.”

Steve stood from the table and stood in front of Eddie, placing both hands on his cheeks and leaning down.

Their lips brushed in a barely-there kiss, softer than Eddie expected.

Steve stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, and Eddie couldn’t help the words tumbling from him.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

If someone had said it to him, he would think they were just trying to get him into their bed, but that wasn’t the case here and he hoped Steve knew that.

“People used to call me a charmer, but I don’t think I’m half as good at it as you,” Steve whispered, his breath ghosting against Eddie’s lips.

“Just honest.”

“Take me home,” Steve said, opening his eyes and staring at Eddie, his eyes glowing with something close to love.

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They stayed up all night, never doing more than kissing and mapping out patterns on each others’ skin.

They talked about everything, even the painful parts of life, even the parts that they hadn’t shared with anyone else.

It didn’t make any sense that someone who had been a stranger not even 24 hours ago could already mean so much.

When the sun started to shine through the curtains of Eddie’s apartment, Steve sighed and buried his face in Eddie’s neck.

“I have to go to work,” though he burrowed his entire body further into the bed and Eddie’s side.

“You could call in sick,” Eddie suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“Robin would kill me.”

He and Robin worked together as team teachers at an elementary school. When one of them missed, it left the other with 34 kids alone.

Plus, Steve loved his job, worked hard to be a teacher, and hated missing a day if he didn’t need to.

“Maybe you could bring Robin here after work? I can make dinner?” Eddie’s job was pretty easy, marketing for an Indie record label based out of New York remotely really kept him busy for a couple hours a day and the rest of the time was spent writing his own music.

Steve sat up and looked down at him, his hair ruffled from Eddie running his fingers through it for the last eight hours.

“You’d wanna meet Robin?”

“Yeah, if you want me to. She sounds like fun.”

Steve started crying.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry. Good job, Munson, already ruined something good,” Eddie was reaching for a tissue from his bedside table.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and emotional. And just. It means a lot that you’d wanna meet her,” Steve said between gasps for air as he continued to cry.

“Of course I do. I could even invite Gareth over, too, if you want. He won’t believe that our date went well,” Eddie joked, brushing the tears away from Steve’s cheeks.

“I’d love to meet him,” Steve said, sniffling.

“When can you guys get here?”

“Usually we’re done by four, but sometimes we stay later to finish grading stuff. Maybe we should say six?”

“Got it. Any allergies?”

“Robin is allergic to shellfish. She says she is. I think she just doesn’t like them,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“No shellfish, got it. Any preferences, my love?”

Steve blushed at the term of endearment, looking down before he leaned in to kiss Eddie softly.

“Anything you make will be great.”

“You wanna borrow some clothes for work?” Eddie asked.

“Do you have any business casual stuff?”

Eddie gagged.

“Unfortunately, it’s required for the job sometimes. Far left of the closet should have something,” he nodded towards the small closet by the bathroom.

Eddie watched as Steve walked over and picked out his only pair of khaki pants and a navy button down. Steve looked back at him and winked before he nodded towards the bathroom.

“Could use some help working the shower if you’re willing to,” he smirked.

Eddie jumped up from the bed and ran into the bathroom, ignoring the way Steve was laughing.

“The hot water is tricky sometimes. I should probably get in there too to make sure it stays hot,” Eddie said as he stripped off his pants.

“Definitely. Wouldn’t want me to get cold,” Steve put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down. “Kiss me?”

Eddie leaned in to kiss him slowly, letting his tongue brush along his lips just to get a taste.

“Okay?” Eddie checked in.

“Yeah. You remember what you said last night? About loving me like I deserve?”

Eddie nodded.

“I want you to. And I want to love you back.”

“I think we can arrange that.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #gareth emerson #wrong number au #modern au #ficlet #request #getting together

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> general, y/n gets told she talks too much kind of, discussion abt cheating

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CHAPTER THREE -> AM I IN? (partially written! wc:546)

"...and then, after telling him how much I love him, he comes out of our shared- yes, shared- bedroom with another woman! Can you believe that? I pour my heart and soul to this man, and he just steps all over it! Them? My heart and my soul, so, yeah, I guess them. Sorry, what was the question again?"

"...what do you do for work?" The guy on the right side of the couch says, arms crossed.

You blink. "Right! I'm a graphic designer for a website."

"What website?" Beomgyu leans back, arms behind his head.

"This Just In!" You say excitedly, passionate about your work. "I'm trying to move into the journalism area as well. I'd love to be able to interview some of the people we do, but my boss didn't seem very keen to the idea yet."

"How come?" The one in the middle asks.

"He says I talk too much." A sudden wave of emotion hits you. "My boyfriend says the same."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"What?"

"Your ex-boyfriend." It's the one on the right again, eyes piercing into you; you can't hold his gaze.

"Right." You clasp your hands in your lap. "Maybe I've overshared a bit to you guys. I don't even know your names-" You point at the two.

"Han," the middle one offers. "Well, Jisung, but most people call me Han."

"Minho." You still can't look at him.

"Okay. Um, so, unless you have any other questions...?"

"Yeah, actually," Minho speaks. "What's your current living situation?"

"Oh! I'm living with my best friend, Hyunjin, and his roommates. But they're all models and it can be a bit... dramatic." You laugh nervously.

"Models?" Han sits up straight, looking at his two roommates. "What are the others like?"

"There's Felix, a literal sunshine, and Yeonjun and Wooyoung. They're usually the ones causing drama." You laugh again, this time more naturally. "Wooyoung just came back from a business trip, so I'm gonna be staying in my other best friend's, NingNing, she's amazing and I love her, apartment until she comes back. She's also a model... I'm friends with a lot of models."

"Do you mind stepping out for a second?" Han says with a smile. Your stomach drops. "I just need to discuss something with my roomies here."

"Y-yeah, okay." Quickly, you pick up your bag and head to the door, only stumbling a little bit.

Of course, you press an ear to the door once outside. If they don't want you, at least you'll know before they tell you to your face. Then maybe you won't cry at the news. The thick wooden door makes it hard to hear, only picking out bits and pieces.

"Dude, her best friend is a model-"

"Han, I swear to God-"

"She does talk a lot-"

"Like you're one to talk-"

"Okay, but with the breakup? Won't she be, like, crying all the time-"

"Hey, Min just went through a breakup too, so maybe she can help him with it-"

"Shut up-"

"Back to her best friend being a fucking model-"

A loud sigh signals you should back up, taking your phone out and pretending to be busy. The door opens, Minho in front of the other two looking more tired than before you left.

"You're in."

notes -> what is with me making idols i love into shitty exs like what is with that genuinely

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#-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143 #lee minho x reader #lee minho x fem reader #lee know x reader #lee know x fem reader #skz #stray kids #skz fic #stray kids fanfic #skz smau #lee know smau #lee minho smau #smau #stray kids smau #social media au

[folklore-girl]

ek ladki bheegi bheegi bhaagi si — a short story

a/n: okok so i tried my best for you @androgynous-pavbhaji <3 since this is your secret santa gift? im so sorry for posting this so late, this was supposed to come out a long time ago.. but ig happy new year? hope you like this!

word count: 0.6k

warning(s): bad writing, cringe dialogues + a shitty asf story in general :( im so so sorry.

raindrops splattered on the sidewalk as i hurriedly made my way to the bus stop, my clothes drenched from the downpour. my hands held up my handbag to shield my head from the rain and to try and deflect some heavy raindrops, but all in vain. for the millionth time, i cursed my stupid self for not carrying an umbrella, even though we were deep in winter, and there was no way I could’ve predicted this. i still should have.

and, to top it all, i was horribly late to my bus.

when i reached the bus stop a thousand years later, my shoes were soaked and my head was in an overdrive. i noticed a guy—probably my age—waiting at the stop too and decided i should probably wipe the mess off my face.

so, i took out my napkin, just to drop it on the ground like an absolute idiot. and as i bent to pick it up, the guy on the right offered me his napkin, in spotless white.

i was scared. not of the guy, but of ruining his napkin by using it. he saw me hesitate and said, “arey, it’s fine. i have spare.”

“pakka?” i asked, uncertainly.

“yup,” he said and i thanked him, smiling.

he smiled back. and i thought, wow. i guess men aren’t all bad, then.

i took the napkin from him and dabbed my face with it gently, still scared to damage it. when i was giving it back, he said “it’s ok, you can keep it.”

“you sure?” i asked again.

“yes!!” he laughed, “it’s alright, you know. i don’t bite.”

“no, but, i’m not used to all this,” i gestured with my hands and his eyebrows rose in confusion. “kindess?” i finished lamely.

“well then, you will be soon,” he winked and i looked away because i was in a loss of words.

meeting a decent man made me feel like i was in some other dimension, some dream where kind strangers were real and not a thing to read in tumblr posts and fawn over.

by now, my heartbeat had slowed down and my breaths were much less frantic, so we talked about our buses.

“oh, me too,” he smiled, “we’re both going to mumbai.”

“that’s nice,” i smiled as the bus approached the stop, “i bet the ride is gonna be fun.”

he smiled, “hopefully.”

we hauled up our luggage and sat in the bus, me in the window seat with him by my side.

we talked for almost the entire ride there, exchanging our names and talking shit about distant relatives (my lord, we had the same type of humour). and when we grew bored of talking, we both decided to do something else. he plugged in his earphones and i found out that i couldn’t find mine anywhere.

i looked out of the window and i could tell it was going to be a long road.

he noticed and offered to share his wired ones. feeling utterly helpless, i gave in.

later, we discovered that our music tastes were very similar and i soon found myself scooting closer to him as we listened to his playlist together.

by the time shuffle lead us to ‘i guess i’m in love’, i knew the feeling burning up in my chest, threatening to spill over. it was beautiful and warm, like sunlight filtering in through the curtains. like the first day of spring, my heart was blooming and after a long time, i felt the butterflies.

but it couldn’t be, could it?

i woke up to the sound of mumma calling my name. i’d fallen asleep with my head in my arms, crossed on the windowsill while rain poured outside and my chai grew colder with each passing minute. right next to it, my phone had just finished playing the song “ek ladki bheegi bhagi si” on my wired earphones and suddenly the surreal scenario in my head made sense.

i guess it was a dream, after all.

xoxo

#. ༉‧₊˚ — her writings ! #desiblr secret santa 2023 #dss2k23 #desiblr #desi aesthetic #desi tumblr #desi tag #writers on tumblr #female writers #writeblr #writing #moodboard #bollywood

[jennrypan]

Didn't we have this "I wa created to destroy you moment" before..and still nothing happened.

Also..I guess we're just ignoring the fact that it was ALL SIX OF THEM, specifically ZEUS that was more so made to destroy Kronos.

(I like Heras god form though, it could've been drawn..prettier. like Persephones titan form but whatever.)

This was so..anti climatic, the Minthe and Persephone chase scene was more dramatic than this.

And oh wow Heras a fertility goddess, and turns out she was being used. SHOCKER. Like every damn woman in this comic, 🙄 God I geniunely hate the fertility goddess plot, it actually means nothing and it just makes it seem all the fertility goddesses are kinda dumb cuz it keeps happening 😶 like..what's the point?? You guys aren't so super powerful if it's easy to just..take from you which is so fucking shitty.

Also. Hera said she isn't a fighter so is she gonna pull a Persephone and minorly inconvenience Kronos???

And ZEUS DIDNT NEED A DAMN POWER BOOST TO BEAT KRONOS OH. MG GODDDDDDD AJAIQN fertility goddesses aren't some weird fucking love battery!! (It's literally like using the power of love by force 😶)

Also wow!! Hades and Persephone get another child they can neglect !! Hades already neglected two kids so let's see how this third one ends up abandoned and never addressed. (Also..Melonies design..sucks. it sucks so much. STOP GIVING CHARACTERS BLUE SKIN.)

Also..American sign language for a Greek child is so 💀 and can..a God even be born deaf?? Like..she's still a God? Take Hephaestus, he got that way cuz he was dropped from Mount Olympus..but?? Can they? It just seems like a very..interesting new detail Rachel added just for brownie points in how 'diverse' her cast is.

(And it's so funny that Persephone stole Zeus' child so he wouldn't be raised by nymphs and yet..this boy has been neglected left and right and now he's in Tartarus. Zeus should punch her and take his son back 🤨)

This comic handles all of them (especially Zeus and Hera) so fucking POORLY and people have the fucking gall to think it's good 💀

#j.p speaks #im still reading it out of curiosity #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

[Clink! The man perks up as he hears the door begin to unlock after what felt like hours of deafening silence, at least back at home when things were quiet he could throw on some music and have it defy the loudness of the silence, but here all he could hear was himself. He tried to remain calm as he watched the surprisingly short man enter, his ears and hair just how he saw on stream. His voice filling the silence as he approaches, trying to keep focused on his face but the cigarettes quickly gaining more of his attention he gracious accepts the one placed in his mouth, savouring his first inhale, inhaling more as the smoke emanating from the Fox’s own cigarette blows over his face, clearly someone who has been itching for this relief.]

eh- i wasnt expecting them to bring me here on a silk pillow and a private jet. that shitty old van needs some new suspension by the way, i could feel every single bump on the way in, it was almost worse than when your bigger guy hit me right in the eye! i hope he wasnt two heart broken with the jab i landed on his gut, heard him coughing a little on the ride here.

[He snickers after his rambling and takes another drag from his cigarette, taking a moment in the silence to eye up the Fox, appreciating some of the smaller details even the camera couldn’t pick up, like a faded scar or some of the aging of his skin, textured tastefully from years of existence.]

yknow, i really appreciate this though. i get it and expected it, you cant treat me too well. but i guess my surrender deserved a little something.. hopefully if i can perform as well as some of your regulars maybe this little exchange can repeat.. maybe a burn per cigarette i know your fans just love burns…

[He rolls up one of his sleeves to reveal a small assortment of round burns, some scarred and some fresher than the rest, on the underside of his arm, turning it slightly to be seen by the Fox.]

wouldnt be anything too new to me!

[Another drag of his cigarette leaves his lips, his finally burnt nearly to the butt with a small ember left, he looks down to his arm and swiftly extinguishes what was left of it onto his arm, letting out a soft hiss as it goes out, leaving a raw red divet where it was shoved.]

guess im not feeling too bad, definitely better now after your gift. im pretty eager to get on camera, honestly its going to be different being on the other side of the screen. never thought id actually do it but uh hey were here now arent we? im glad your excited for it! wouldnt be much of a stream without your enthusiasm would it? sounds like youve already began cooking up a little in your head? do i get a heads up on the plans or am i going into the first round blind?

[He looks up at the Fox, watching his tail sway and ears perk as he listens. Trying to keep a relaxed demeanour as the Fox’s aura fills the room.]

[Fox rose an eyebrow at the comment about the van, he wasn’t very knowledgeable in machinery, especially when it came to vehicles, he usually let Kangaroo deal with that. Nonetheless, he nodded his head at the other man’s comment.]

New suspension, eh? I’ll bring that up with Kangaroo later. I don’t do the machine work around here anyways.

[The beastkin grinned when he heard that the other punched one of his men in the gut, it did explain why one of them was nearly coughing up a lung when they returned with him. He loves when his new stars put up a fight. It’s more fun.]

Ooo!~ I see you like put up a fight, eh? That’ll be exciting.

[Fox was about to talk about how he has multiple different methods of giving people burns, some more brutal then others, but seeing the random man he kidnapped casually roll up his sleeve to reveal his cigarettes burn scars and put another one out on himself like was a human ashtray nearly made the older man’s jaw drop. Oh, he got LUCKY. The man’s words started falling on deaf ears as Fox processed what he just witnessed, his legs shifting around a bit to hide…something.]

Oh? Um. Uh…y-yes. I have SEVERAL ideas in mind for you, little pet.

[Fox then smirked sinisterly as he saw he was at the butt of his own cigarette now, he then, without warning, quickly gripped onto the others still exposed arm with his free hand and used the other to press the somewhat still lit butt into his arm, pushing it nice and deep into his flesh so it’ll hurt worse.]

Feel good, darling?~ This is one of the MANY things I’m going to do to you on stream. <3

[neoaya]

Hot take!!! (Nuclear tbh)

People are way too shitty to the LW devs, especially Yumeno Rote.

This guy is responsible for every single piece of non-story card character art in the game, that includes units, costumes, alts, expressions, Music Video CGs, etc. Seeing as a new unit is released per week, along with 2/4 event costumes and 2/3 rebirth costumes at the end of the month, this guy is at MINIMUM drawing 8 fully detailed illustrations and backgrounds per month, for three and a half years straight.

The only other gacha to my knowledge that has one artist doing all the character art like this is Limbus Company, which even then has a significantly longer period between new art being added to the game. (I'm aware there are likely a lot more, but most to my knowledge have multiple artists)

So when I see a post criticising Lost Word, what do you think is being criticised 90% of the time?

Is it:

The fact it's a gacha game

Genuine criticism of the game itself and its mechanics or story

Hell, even criticism of the questionable work practice of having one guy do all the game's art

If you guessed 4, "near insignificant nitpick of Rote's art, AUs shown, or a VA (in a game where you can pick from 3 for every character) because it doesn't fit within their headcanon in a game about multiple different universes" you'd be correct!

Don't get me wrong, I have seen the first two plenty of times, but they're always either fair critiques or people who just don't want anything to do with gacha games and don't care which is understandable.

But for 4? The sheer amount of hatred and seething vitriol people express for details most people wouldn't think twice about is insane to me. It never seems to come from a sincere place of disappointment but rather fear to fit in, like "Oh this relates to me, I better lay in to it as much as possible since everyone else shits on it, wouldn't want to give people the impression I'm weird for liking it after all". It just seems depressing to me that people feel the need to act miserable out of peer pressure and not wanting to stray from the popular opinion.

As someone's who played the game since launch at this point I feel more than qualified to tell you it's FAR from perfect, hell I wouldn't even call it all that good. Gameplay fluctuates from playing the game for you to forcing you to have a full understanding of the meta, grinding is a chore, drop rates are far too low, the nature of the game forcing normally evil aligned characters to act more reasonably, and I unironically think the lack of representation and downright bad writing for Aya until now is singlehandedly responsible for making her drop by one place 3 years in a row in the THVote popularity poll.

So why do I still play it after all this time? Because I genuinely just want to see what they do next. I like seeing what new takes on characters they come up with, I like seeing where the story goes, what the next event will be and I love Rote's art and all the other art contributed by the JP community, I even think the Hifuu and RoM section of the story is genuinely good. It's nice to have a constant and reliable stream of Touhou media to read through in-between the wait for actual new games.

Somehow I don't feel that guy in the middle would want to come on livestreams 3 and a half years after launch if he didn't find it fun, same goes for all the artists and doujin circles that have contributed their art and music, especially those with more than one card or song.

If you want anyone to blame, blame GoodSmile for publishing this game and making this the complete extent they're willing to promote it and Touhou as a whole. (Last new character from them was a Reisen nendo from six years ago btw!)

In conclusion, I think LW has objectively done more good for the series than harm. You can not understate the fact that this game is responsible for introducing Touhou to so many new people and giving the spotlight to characters that are otherwise overlooked. Inaccurate character portrayals are rarely an issue when the series embraces differentiating itself from the source material, that's the nature of doujin culture. That and it seems silly to try and gatekeep people who got into the series through Lost Word, telling them they're experincing it wrong only serves to turn them away and I don't blame newcomers when official touhou media is still hard to come across in the west and the three most popular games in the series still don't have a digital release.

As a tangent, I used to have a problem with how Aya was depicted in a lot of fan media, even from people here, but a friend taught me I shouldn't let those alternate interpretations ruin my enjoyment of her and that I shouldn't fault them for seeing her that way. I feel others should be able to learn from that.

(I definitely forgot some stuff but this is ranty enough as is, I just wanted to get it out of my system)

#touhou #touhou project #touhou lost word #東方project #weird how I never see discourse like this surrounding arknights

[mintyloveschoso]

Watching Him Fade Away Quackity x Reader

Hello everyone! Checked my inbox and someone requested an argument headcanon for Quackity so I hope you y’all like it!

If anyone wants to request, my inbox is still open and I can write for other people as well if you want.

My writing may be bad since I’m getting back into it so please be patient with me :D Sorry for making it sad, I was listening to sad songs so yee! Enough rambling and on to the story! 🌙 🤍🩵

-HelloMoonlightLuna🌙🤍

Arguments usually don’t happen between you and quackity, maybe small arguments about a misplaced item but you guys talk it out to ease out small tension.

Not this time though, this all started when you and Quackity were throw insults as a joke but it got a bit personal when Quackity started to tell you about how you dressed as if you wanted to hook up with everyone that kept staring at you.

This made you very upset because he knows that you were trying new styles to feel confident in yourself but insulting you saying the clothes you wore were giving hooker vibes?

The clothes weren’t even revealing at all! He knows how insecure you are and yet decided to insult you personally.

That’s how the argument started and it’s getting progressively worse now that they are both screaming at each other.

“Why would you say that Alex!? This was supposed to light hearted insults not personal insults! Did I ever say something to personally insult you!? No Alex I never did why? Because I know how insecure you are of yourself and I WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING TO BRING YOU DOWN! Are you going to say something or stay quiet!?” You screamed while glaring at him.

“Well how can I respond when you are screaming at me and interrupting me while I’m trying to apologize!? But it seems you don’t want to listen to me so you won’t get an apology! Why would I want to apologize to someone when they are flirting knowing that you’re in a relationship and you decide to flirt in FRONT IF ME!? Like don’t you realize how I felt in that moment!? NO BECAUSE YOU WERE TO BUSY LAUGHING AT THEIR JOKES WHILE THEY WERE LOOKING UP AND DOWN ON YOU!” He yelled while pulling his hair in frustration.

“Are you trying to accuse me of cheating!? All because I laughed at their jokes!? Wow that’s how low you think of me trying to cheat on you huh? Well you’re wrong because for once their jokes were actually funny unlike your stupid jokes you make that aren’t even funny!! Maybe you should try to take classes of how to become funnier and make a YouTube video about!? Funny how all this started all because you insulted how I dressed and how you let you’re insecurities get the best of you! Whoops sorry I didn’t mean to personally insult you about your relationship insecurities! Now you know how I felt in that moment right!?” I yelled while holding my head knowing a headache is forming from all the yelling.

“Oh wow now you are personally insulting me by using my insecurities!? You know what I had enough of this! I HAVE ENOUGH PROBLEMS ON ME ALREADY AND HAVING YOU AROUND HERE IS MAKING IT WORSE! You act like you know how to fix every problem we have and try to be a supportive girlfriend when in reality you don’t fucking know shit and the advice you would are always shitty!” Screamed Alex while looking at you but his heart dropped when he saw the tears forming in your eyes and your hands started shaking from the sadness and anger you held in.

“You know what let’s just end the relationship right here and right now! I was trying to be a supportive girlfriend and tried to help you out with your streams but I guess what I did wasn’t helpful at all and the advices I give were shitty. I guess I don’t know fucking shit like you said, don’t worry I’ll start packing my things so I can try to leave by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll have someone help me out so you don’t have to see me ever again and I hope you find someone better than me, someone that actually gives you good advice and helps you out.” You cried while covering your face to hide the redness.

He just stood there quiet knowing that there’s nothing he can do to try to patch the relationship up and whatever he tries to say won’t work. He just turns around and heads to his office to try to do some homework. He knew the relationship will never get fixed, he knew that if both were still together, things will only get worse. He doesn’t want to hurt you again like he did earlier.

You went to your guys bedroom and started packing up the important things like clothes and documents. You texted your friend to try to help you move the bigger stuff tomorrow. After you were done you went to lay on the bed and started crying knowing that this relationship will never get fixed, the way he insulted you and how you insulted him as well. If you try to stay with him, things will get worse and you don’t want that, you don’t want to hurt him again.

As they both fell asleep, they know it’s going to be hard to move on from each other but this is for the best. Maybe one day they might reconcile or they may find new partners who knows but they wish nothing but the best for each other.

Thank you for reading! I tried my best and like I said I was listening to sad songs about breakups 😮‍💨 Also my inbox is open for requests! Sooo if you want to send one it will be open! I’ll try to work on them as fast as I can since I’m busy with life ☺️ Thank you my lovely moonstones🌙🤍🩵 See you all next time!

-HelloMoonlightLuna🌙🤍

#hellomoonlightluna #quackity x reader #quackity #streamers #fanfic #x reader #gaming #headcanon #story #mcyt tag #mcyt x you

[hms-no-fun]

one thing i'm curious about is if you're currently reading / drawing inspiration from any other contemporary HS fanworks. i know KITTYQUEST just dropped its epilogue like less than a week ago, so it's definitely a big era for Homestuck Fanworks That Have Jade Harley Have Kids lmaoooo

i may talk a big game about how you can't hope to substantively discuss what homestuck *is* without also examining its fanworks, but unfortunately i am myself woefully under-read and out of date. i kinda stopped reading homestuck fanworks after 2020 because. well. at the risk of getting into the weeds of fandom drama. all the ones i really liked stopped updating when the fandom environment turned from passively toxic to aggressively poisonous, and there was at least a 50/50 chance that the creator of any given active fanwork was either with or supported the group of people who wielded that poison.

that feeling is far less prominent now but i am still skeptical any time a new homestuck fanwork gets popular. they have to pass a litmus test first: is this person shitty or weird about the epilogues/hs2? they don't have to have liked either work necessarily, they just have to acknowledge that those works exist, have influence, and are worth talking about, even if they personally don't want to do the talking. god this all sounds so petty, but people lost jobs over what happened. i don't think i can have a positive interaction with anyone who is simply unwilling to have an in-depth conversation about the contents of a text without feeling the need to pass objective moral judgments at every turn, nor do i think i will get much out of the fanworks such a person might produce. so i save us all the trouble and don't bother!

that said, i quite like Kittyquest. i'm way behind on it though, as i am on everything. that Kitty showed up not too long after Yiffy actually inspired me to create Edie, because i love the idea of "Jade's Daughter" being this extraordinarily flexible archetype. it feels like kind of a combo-breaker considering how rigid homestuck's archetypes typically are. i also very much admire Kittyquest's commitment to fleshing out the culture and history of Earth C, especially in the ways it seems to deliberately break from what we've seen of it in post-canon. the lack of worldbuilding the epilogues is one of its biggest weaknesses in my opinion, so i always like it when a story tries to pick up that slack. the artstyle being so divorced from homestuck's yet still somehow indebted to it really encouraged me to try different things with the types of images we started putting into godfeels. what i love about post-canon broadly is just how varied it is artistically, stylistically. i think it's good and compelling and healthy that so much art in this space is willing to play with these things in such constructive ways.

the other contemporary fanwork that really has influence on godfeels is Vast Error. which i am also behind on. but Snowbound Blood is a personal favorite whose tone (at its best) matches the vibes i'm going for in 3.2. the biggest i guess Thing for me wrt Vast Error is how different its universe engine session is from what we saw in homestuck. its logic, its mechanics, its purpose-- the whole thing is so alien, and yet it has Prospit and Derse, it has Spades Slick and other such guys, it has Skaia, so there's clear continuity. if we imagine the universe engine as a procedurally generated video game, these commonalities suggest that there are stable constants in the formula. it was that alongside all the other wildly different fansessions on MSPFA that started the gears turning which would eventually lead to the EWL. the idea of an organization of castoffs from the infinite fanontinuum of alternate sessions, who study the constants and variables across countless UE instances and build squads of sailors who specialize in particular behavioral clusters. oh this session has an overpowered Jack making it unviable? send in the Jills, they'll show him what's what.

i guess if there's a thread here it's that i'm most inspired by what metatextual trends suggest about the hypothetical Ultimate Self of any given homestuck narrative convention. i'm not saying that's a good thing but i guess it has worked out okay so far.

i could shout out other fanworks that i haven't read but i think i would rather hear from y'all. what's out there right now? what's good? i should probably catch up

#homestuck #godfeels #sarahposts #fandom

[egoistars]

FIRST KISS pjsk

what ur first kiss was like with the future world star

writing + hc ：crack, mentions of blood, tsukasa tenma is a DUMBASS (affectionate)

TSUKASA TENMA

you hid your mouth with your palm as you let out a long yawn after walking through phoenix wonderland to go home with your bff forever tsukasa. the sun was beginning to set, red and orange hues washing through the stray clouds like strokes of vibrant watercolor as they bled into the purple of night.

it seemed that the blond had just finished a musical solo on stage as his fellow crew members were clapping for him, sitting in the front row of the wonder stage. tsukasa heavily panted, a proud smile on his face while his hand was placed on his chest.

"[name]! you just missed the best part!"

"best part as in you running off tempo like four times?" nene muttered, getting a laugh from you and an faux offended face from tsukasa.

"whoops. i guess i'll have to visit another time and see for myself."

"OH! RIGHT! i haven't even explained to you the plot to this months show!" tsukasa excitedly dragged took your hand and dragged you with a disgusting amount of force ( how the hell did some lame ass like him have this much strength? you don't know ). "so basically, i, prince pegasus the eighteenth of the rainbow kingdom comes face to face with a rebellion from my people because the fairy dust st industry has been failing and very out of character for me, i've done nothing to help. can you believe that?!"

"that must be so humbling for you," you teased. "about time."

"what the hell?! anyway, turns out the head fairy, played by nene, does not have enough musical power to produce fairy dust from her singing because music has been lacking amongst the fairies! and emu, who's part of the rebellion, demands that my royal orchestra play for the fairies and in the end, the kingdoms fairy dust is restored and BAM! happily ever after!"

"goddamn how many plots does rui pull out of his ass?"

"...is that a compliment?" tsukasa blinked.

"don't worry about it," you quickly divert, causing tsukasa's mouth to momentarily open in protest, but quickly close. "you should sing something from the play for me. i want to hear what you guys wrote."

"HAHA! anything for my loyal fan."

"on second thought, i'm leaving."

"wait! stay! i'll sing!" he yelled after you. clearing his through twice before quickly running through a scale to warm up.

the song was a soft ballad, the lyrics written witj poetic artistry, portraying the feelings of a prince with regret. this song seemed to take place during the emotional climax of the play where tsukasa's character snaps out of his arrogant and selfish state of mind, realizing how much his people are suffering and begins to break. you've always admired how well tsukasa portrayed extreme emotions in his acting and if you were any meaner, you'd say he reminds you of those shitty tiktok povs where you have a limited amount of farts or something but being the best friend you are, you kept your mouth shut.

the song came to an end and this time, it was you who had their mouth dropped open.

"holy shit i could make out with your voice right now."

his brain SHORT CIRCUITED

smth up there fried and died right in the moment

my boys eyes went blank and stared at you for a good minute before he literally FLUNG his tall ass body at you and crashed his head into yours

man was in autopilot

you thought you broke your nose

your lips hurt but hey!!! shut up!!! stop complaining!!! future world star is literally kissing(?) you be grateful

but bro he was passionate

eyes squeezed close, sucking the hell out of your lips

he doesn't know how to kiss

tsukasa is not a star, he is a black hole trying to swallow you whole starting from your lips

you were planning to contact true crime podcasts for a new case

he only pulled back after he felt smth warm dripping into the kiss and turns out his nose was bleeding 🧍‍♀️

you laughed in his face

bro was too embarrassed to care and ran away like the pussy he is to shove a tissue up his nostril

dw u kissed him later but properly

tsukasa now has a note in his phone titled "days since i kissed [name] and how idk where our relationship lies: 1"

"i'm impressed you were able to kiss them but not ask them out. that's kinda funny tbh. loser behavior" - rui in the wxs groupchat later

#tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsk hcs #pjsk fluff #pjsk tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #pjsk #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa pjsekai #wxs tsukasa #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #tsukasa project sekai

[iovesia]

Ugh, shady hank not letting you leave his shitty hotel cause he wants you all to himself and I can imagine hank threatening the other landlord when he sees them talking to you and telling them that youre his and ughhhh😵‍💫

HANKK MY FAVORITE SLEAZY LANDLORD!!™️ i can't believe so many of you guys enjoy my writing for hank— i thought it was gonna be, like, too niche but i'm giggling over these asks rn

⊹ fem!reader. possessive hank. power imbalance.

hank was getting a drink from the rundown vending machine (jesus, he needs to replace this thing soon), when he overheard you on the phone nearby. you nodding eagerly along to whoever was talking, a silly grin on your face. hank, being the nosey creep he is, scooted closer to hear your conversation.

"oh my god," you squeal into your phone. "dude, you'll never guess— i think i'm getting the apartment!" while you're giggling to one of your girlfriends on the other line, hanks dropping his can of soda to the floor before stomping over to his office.

safe to say when you come around, and ask hank to kind of hype you up to your new landlord, he just shrugs his shoulders, asking for the number. but when you leave, hanks face dropped as his grip on the telephone tightens.

"you give her that apartment, and you're gonna regret it, asshole. find your own damn girl," he hisses into the phone, before slamming it down on the handle.

unfortunately for you.. you're stuck at Hank's Shady Motel™️ and he just blows it off as; "well, we can't all get what we want now can we?". au contraire, if hank wants to keep you at his motel, he's keeping you at his motel.

#love letters. #swapped the prompt around a wee bit #but worst comes to worst #hanks gonna beat ur new landlords ass!! #hank the neon demon #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves x reader #*⠀hank.

[deceasedream69]

- "no, that's not true, you're lying", my voice raspy and my eyes glistening.

- "no need to keep the truth from her anymore, right darling?"

I turned to look at five.

- "I had no idea...", He said low.

- "you...", I shook my head. Nothing seemed real but it also made sense in some way. The reason why he was so nice with me.

- "that's why you were so good to me? The reason why you pretended to care? God!", I said sitting down and running my hands through my hair.

- "what? No, no. Not at all, I do care about you. I was just doing my job." He stood up. "Job that you made me do. You had this all planned didn't you?", He said standing in front of the handler.

- "oh, darling. I only give orders, you're the ones who make them come true", she said squeezing his cheek.

I exited the room.

- "there is no way to make them come back", said Five appearing in front of me.

- "can you at least let me grief them?", I said pushing him aside.

The air felt cold against my wet cheeks. I had no place to go, living my whole life with the commission, obeying to everything they said. To everything that my... "Mom" said.

- "it was so obvious this whole time..."

- "darling, I know you're upset and sad and... Other things, but we need you for a mission", said the handler standing in front of me all smiley like she didn't just drop the biggest bomb on me.

- "I don't want to work with Five"

- "oh, no no, don't worry about that, you have a new partner", she pointed behind me. I turned around.

The new girl seemed shy and nervous, just like me when I started I guess.

- "what's your name?"

- "we're only here to get this job, no need to refer to us as anything, just kill", I said entering the building. "8th floor, you go by the elevator and I go by the stairs, got it?"

- "that's the whole plan?"

- "and kill, but don't make a scene", I said walking away.

I was in my favorite spot to surprise my victims, the ceiling. Just waiting for them to get in the perfect spot to drop on their shoulders and slice their throats. Fast, little to no pain, don't even realize what happened.

But the moron of my partner had another idea.

*knock, knock, knock*

> they shouldn't have guests< I thought to myself.

- "oh, hi, how can I help you?", Attended the guy.

- "oh, I got lost and I need a phone, please"

I rolled my eyes at the stupid obvious excuse.

- "oh, sorry", he said trying to close the door. "But we don't have a phone here"

She used her foot to keep the door open, scaring the guy even more.

- "oh, come on. Shitty ass partner", I whispered.

- "please, or water, I just...", She started to cry.

- "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do...", He said trying to close the door again.

This was my chance, his girlfriend was right below me. I kicked the ceiling, falling onto the girl and doing my move. My partner used this distraction to push the door and enter.

But the guy had another plan. He kicked my partner to the floor, grabbing her and throwing her at a glass table.

- "shit", I said dodging his punches. Until he had me against a wall. I grabbed a vase and hit him in the head. Running to check on my partner. "Get up you moron", that's when I noticed a big piece of glass on her stomach, and the lack of breathing.

- "no, no no no", said the guy looking at his girlfriend.

- "I guess we're even", I said getting my knived out. "Your turn"

He dodged every move I had. Even taking one of my knives and putting it against my throat.

I tried to pushed but he was strong, the blade already touching my skin.

He fell to the ground, axe on his back.

I sighed heavily and looked up.

- "you good?"

I nodded.

- "shit", he said taking a paper from his pocket and putting it on my neck. "Come on", be said adding pressure.

- "first mission... I'm not with you... And I fail", I smiled.

- "focus on living right now", he said holding me on his lap.

- "you were... My favorite partner... Until..."

- "I didn't mean to kill your parents, okay? If only I knew they did the most wonderful person in the entire world... I should've thank them"

I smiled weakly.

_

- "flowers? Who would've thought Mr. Number Five was such a-"

- "gentleman?" He said fixing his tie.

- "cliche", I smiled. He rolled his eyes.

- "got them from a vase in my most recent mission"

- "oh, how romantic", I said smelling them."they barely have blood too, thanks"

He laughed.

- "I'm sorry", he said sitting on my bed.

- "I understand... I just needed time to... Process everything"

- "I have a plan"

- "plan?"

- "are you willing to time travel with me?"

#imagines #fanfic #five hargreeves #tua five #five hargreaves x reader #number five #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x reader #tua #tua fic #tua five x reader #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: shitty job

AN: yes this happened to me and yes this is how I’m dealing with it

I slammed the door as I walked into the apartment. Dropping my bag at my feet and peeling off the jacket, I locked the door and tossed my stuff somewhere in the room. Heading straight for my bedroom, I grabbed a pillow off the bed and screamed into it as loud as I could. My scream broke into a sob and I fell onto the bed. I kicked my feet slightly, letting out my frustration any way that I could. I laid there and cried for what felt like hours. The soft click made me prop my chin on the pillow and the gentle hand on my back made me sigh.

“that bad of a day huh?” Jake asked as he sat down next to me.

“Bad wouldn’t begin to cover it.” I sighed as I rolled over to look at him. He winced at my red, puffy eyes and reached up to wipe away some stray tears. “That full time job I put in for? Where I work?” Jake nodded.

“what about it?” He asked. I laughed humorlessly.

“I had to find out from a coworker that someone had interviewed for it and was being offered it.” Jakes eyebrows scrunched together. “I got nothing from my boss about it. Either way a response would have been nice. Email or in person I don’t care. Nothing from HR except thanks for applying and how happy they were to see my name in the list of applicants.” I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands. “Zip. Zero. Nada.”

“and you found all this out from a coworker?” Jake asked. I nodded. “Did this coworker know you applied?” I shook my head.

“no he didn’t. So guess who had to act like they weren’t disappointed and upset and just wanting to go home after being there an hour.” Jake leaned down and kissed me softly.

“why didn’t you text me?” He asked, voice low and full of disbelief. “We could have made up some excuse to get you out of there. Flynn would have loved to have you come in to consult on this one.” Jake laid down next to me.

“really?” I asked, turning into him. “What’d you guys go after today?”

“A glowy cube thing. I don’t know what it was.” I gasped slightly.

“a tesseract?!” I exclaimed. Jake shrugged. “Oh my goodness jake! Did you guys find it at least?”

“yeah. Thanks to Cassie.” Jake said. “It would have gone a lot smoother if you were there. Jenkins was nearly ripping his hair out.” I laughed.

“you’re telling me Jenkins had to go out with you guys? How did he survive that?” Jake chuckled as he smiled at me.

“I don’t know. Must be something to do with his immortality.” Jake joked. I laughed harder.

“poor Jenkins. Remind me next time I have to consult to take him some more tea and baked goods.” Jake nodded, filing away the information for later. There was a soft gold glow around my closet door and we both looked over at it. There was the sound of something being slipped under and jake got up, a strange sort of smile on his face.

“I think your day is going to start looking up.” He said as I sat up to see him holding a white envelope between his fingers.

“Is that…?” I asked, trailing off as I didn’t quite believe I had gotten one.

“Yep.” He held out the envelope to me and I ripped it open. Pulling out the card inside, I watched as the words appeared in a shimmer of gold light.

“The library wants me!” I cried out, a new wave of tears starting. “The library wants me permanently.” I looked up at jake in disbelief. “I get to work with you at the library.” I breathed out. Jake nodded as he knelt on the bed.

“the library wants you.” He whispered back before he kissed me. “Welcome to the team.” I hugged him tightly, holding the paper up behind his back so I could read the words on it again.

“I have to quit.” I said as I pulled away quickly to make the call to my boss as jake watched on, a proud look on his face.

#Jacob stone #jacob stone x reader #Jacob stone imagine #Jacob stone fanfic #Jacob stone fanfiction #Jake stone #jake stone fanfic #Jake stone fanfiction #Jake stone imagine #Jake stone x reader #Christian kane #christian Kane x reader #Christian kane fanfic #Christian kane fanfiction #Christian kane imagine #the librarians #the librarians imagine

[regalityandcoffee]

No Worries (Bret Hart x Reader)

Summary: you accidentally help Bret stop stressing about an upcoming title match. The reader is a kind of valley girl.

Warnings: just silly fluff. Enjoy <3

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"Geeze. How many pairs of shoes do you own, baby?" Bret yawned as he looked over at his girlfriend from his spot on the edge of the bed. She sat on the floor of her closet, tossing things into piles here and there.

"It's not even that much, like, ten or twelve pairs…I'm gonna get rid of some anyway," she said, tossing a small black purse into the "give away" pile. "Ew, that's the purse I wore on that shitty blind date last year. Good riddance."

He reckoned any other guy would gag at the thought of helping his girl organize her clothes. But he didn't mind. He'd rather be here in her pretty pink room than in the gym. He pulled one of the frilly blue pillows from her on her bed onto his lap, mindlessly flipping through the channels on her little TV until he landed on an old movie. No matter how tight he held the pillow to him the gross feeling in the pit of his stomach wouldn't seem to go away.

That's why he was here. He needed this break, after training for three days straight for his up and coming title match, he needed to get his mind off of it. And there was no better place than Y/N's house. There wasn't a single thing wrestling-related in her house, except for a replica of one his jackets she had bought because it was "so forward". It was one of his favorite things about her, she really knew nothing about the business.

Still, it felt almost like he was running away from it. The more interviews he had to sit through, the more he trained the more he just felt sick. Either from the anticipation of it in the big arena or the fear of losing was making his stomach churn and his head occasionally ache. He had no idea how to get his mind off it, and he couldn't figure out how to talk to her about it. Maybe comparing his championship to a trophy may make it easier for her to understand. He had no idea who else to talk to. Jimmy would probably just tell him to shake it off, and Jim would just give him the longest pep talk in the world.

The sound of gum popping startled him out of his thoughts. She turned to him and held up a blue tube-top. "Keep or toss?"

"Uh… I like the sequins on it?"

She studied it before nodding and putting it in the "Keep" pile. "I am going to that soiree at that new sky bar that opened up with my sis, it'll match my eyeshadow. Totally works for a monochrome thing, you know?"

He nodded, though he honestly just liked it because her chest looked great in it. He decided to keep that thought to himself. He watched as she crawled and pulled out a shoe box, tugging her shorts back down as she returned to her sitting position on the carpet.

"I don't even remember what's in here, I haven't seen this box in centuries…" She opened the lid and squealed. "Oh my God, I forgot about these!"

Bret tilted his head. Inside were a few belts curled up to fit in. In the middle were a few metal bangles and a charm bracelet.

"Keep, keep, keep- oh, damn!" Her shoulders slumped as she pulled out a thick, gold belt with a large metal buckle. The material was starting to peel and crack in places, the faux snake material looked like it had seen better days. "I won this from Alundra playing Twister that one time. This is what I get for not buying a belt rack!"

"It doesn't look that bad," he tilted his head. Between the blue rhinestone-colored buckle, the gold material and black leather back reminded him of something.

"Yeah... at least it's not all rusty or whatever, that would be a major pain to fix. I guess it's whatever. It's just a belt. Still want it though!" she dropped it into the keep pile and began to look at the shoes.

It was just a belt... it was just a belt...

Then it clicked.

"It's just a belt...I can always- or win it back..." Bret mumbled as he tossed the pillow in his arms behind him.

"D'you say something, babe?" She turned back to look at him, letting out a squeak as his arms were suddenly around her waist, pulling her up from the floor. He brought her to the bed, and she sat down, straddling his lap, a confused look on her face.

"It is just a belt, isn't it, hun?" he said, grinning from ear to ear as he held her face in his hands.

"Yeah? Are you okay? You're smiling real funny."

"I'm perfect, and so are you," the man said as he peppered her face with kisses. She giggled as he made his way down to her neck, moving his arms back around her.

"What is with you today, Hart?"

"Nothing, baby. Absolutely nothing. You wanna make out?"

She tilted her head before nodding, spitting out her gum in the waste basket by her bed. He laid down on the bed, pulling her closer on top of him as his lips crashed against hers. He could deal with everything later, it wasn't worth stressing about anymore. After all...

...it was just a belt.

-fin-

#bret hart #bret hart x reader #bret hart imagine #valley girl au #okay its done now <3

[dontfeeltoohot]

Sicktember Day 5 - Great, Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me - Steddie - Streamer AU

Animal Crossing isn’t usually Eddie’s cup of tea. He prefers Dead by Daylight, Outlast, Dying Light. Hell, he’ll even get into some Skyrim or Fallout. But Animal Crossing? It’s not his cup of tea. 

He thinks some of the little guys are fun- Roald’s cute and Fauna reminds him of Chrissy. But he just can’t get into it the way it seems Steve, Robin, and Chrissy all have. Even Nancy, who always surprises him when she agrees to play Friday the 13th, likes it. Traitor. 

Today though, Steve is sick with a hell of a cold, and when he asks if Eddie will play Animal Crossing so he can sit and make commentary, the long haired man can’t say no. The poor guy is pink nosed and bleary eyed, voice congested and raspy, and he knows that Steve just wants to be close, without making Eddie cancel his usual streaming time. 

“You sure you’re up for this killer?” 

“Uhh-huh, just wanna watch you play,” Steve sniffles into the cuff of his sleeve, rubbing his nose. 

“Uhh-huh, just wanna watch you play,” Steve sniffles into the cuff of his sleeve, rubbing his nose. 

Nodding, Eddie starts everything up and Steve uses his phone to put a tweet and Instagram story out that links people to his stream. As people start hopping on, and the chat starts flowing, Eddie pops in his left ear bud, still wanting to be able to hear Steve. 

“Hey guys, switching it up today. Not my usual gaming choice, but Stevie here-” Eddie leans to drop a kiss to his boyfriend's head. “-is feeling pretty shitty today, and he requested this.” 

JanieLyssa27: Awww that’s so sweet! 

CrimsonTide4Eva: Whipped

BackNBlackkk: You guys are so cute #steddie 

Sourpunchloser: I like Munsington 

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Munsington sounds like a disease.” 

Steve snorts at that, turning to cough away from the mic Eddie has set up. Even the cough alone has a bunch of people commenting on how cute Steve is, or telling him to get better. 

“I stream on my channel and yet everyone just cares about you. I’m offended,” he teases his boyfriend, who’s sniffling. 

“Yeah, well, it’s because I’m cuter,” Steve grins, giving him a scrunched up, innocent face. 

PeachyPear: Steve’s the embodiment of *sad eye emoji*

BoyRobot: get maRRIED ALREADY

Genderman9: Dude why is Eddie playing AC? Have we entered a new dimension? 

“I’m playing because I can do whatever I want,” he shoots back, though it’s playful with no heat behind the words. 

Eddie can hear his boyfriend next to him, fighting off one of the many fits this cold has been bringing him. Even in the small screen in the corner, he can see Steve rubbing at his nose, eyes fluttering. 

“Guys, fair warning, he’s pretty loud,” Eddie says quickly, just as Steve turns. 

“ehHHISHHHEW! EHGKSHHhuh!” 

It takes a second for both men to realize that Steve’s turned towards Eddie, not away, mostly just desperate not to sneeze directly into the mic and burst someone’s eardrums. Scrunching just nose, the older of the two hands Steve a tissue and then narrows his eyes playfully. 

“Great, now I have your germs all over me.” 

“You’ve had them all over you since yesterday. I also recall you telling me you didn’t care if you kissed me because you would rather get my germs than anyone else’s.” 

“Steve! We’re still…Jesus,” Eddie blushes, jerking his head toward the still streaming camera.

“Oh, uh. Sorry. Sorry guys! Forgo-EISHUHEW! h’TSCHHEW!” 

Once again, Eddie’s on the receiving end. 

“Bless you baby.” He presses a hand to Steve’s forehead. 

The chat blows up, mostly people blessing Steve, others speculating at how kinky Eddie might be, and a few just saying that the whole display was gross. 

“I’m kinky, but I don’t know about being sneezed on. I’ll have to think about it, I guess,” Eddie jokes, going back to the game. "If I get sick guys, this is why. Kid has no respect for me."

The long haired man starts roaming around his house, setting a chainsaw onto a table near his little racecar bed.

"Is that a chainsaw in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Steve snuffles thickly, letting out a couple of shallow coughs into his sleeve.

Snorting, Eddie rolls his eyes.

LemonBoy: Damn, Steve coming in hot today

JuliusCeazer: NOICE

purpletotoro: im eight and have a basketball game tomorrow what that mean.

calicrazyf0cker: sneezing can be hot, steve's face right before is sexy af.

Eyes continuously going back and forth from the chat to the game, the twenty six year old then glances at Steve, who's already gearing up for another few sneezes. It is kind of hot, watching him struggle, eyes fluttering as the guy rubs at his overly pink nose. Shifting, he clears his throat.

"Shout out to Jenna," he says to the basketball reference.

"EIHKSHH! HIHeiSHuEW!"

"Bless you," Eddie murmurs, one hand squeezing Steve's knee before going back, working on finding Aurora, so he can give her a flower he found. "Aurora is the best villager, and no, you can't change my mind, she's obviously the most adorable."

Steve sniffles and coughs again, rubbing his face as he leans back into his chair with his mouth parted enough he can breathe. Eddie plays for a solid hour, realizing when a few people start asking, that his boyfriends fallen asleep. Oh he's going to get so much shit for this the next time he streams, the musician thinks, smirking.

"Alright kiddos," Eddie decides after an hour. "As much as I'd love to continue, I think the prince here needs to actually lay down so he doesn't hurt his neck. I might be back on later, but for now, Auf Wiedersehen."

#my fic #sicktember22 #st #sh #em #streamerau #this is one #of my favs I’ve written