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I Fell in love Alone pt.2
Are you guys okay!? Why do you want more sad stuff?! Hugs you all
Buggy x GN reader
Sad Angst
No warnings just sadness
Enjoy depression part 2!
It had been three weeks... three weeks since you had stopped speaking and visiting Buggy and he was a wreck... at first he played it cool, acting like he had dropped you for a few toy even betting people to join him in bed but- it wasn't the same.. he had never felt so empty before- not since Shanks betrayed him and that was a feeling had never wanted back.
He was snappier and his temper somehow worse- almost of his late night partners he had tried to fill his space could t even step into the room or touch him before he snapped and sent them away as their presence didn't provide the same comfort.
Buggy couldn't help but watch your every move, Waiting for some indication that you'd come back- That you'd get jealous or maybe lonely like he was.. but that didn't seem to be the case- you seemed okay without him.
You were starting to heal- despite having to see Buggy almost everywhere or see people leaving his room when you past by to get to the crew sleeping quarters, oddly you felt like you were getting better. The cracks were still their but slowly filling with a self love you weren't sure was their before.
You talked to some friends you hadn't spoke to in a while since you had been so into Buggy that he occupied your everything. It had been nice, even if at night you'd feel that same ache or hollowness but it was shrinking...
Tonight had been a party, for what reason you didn't know but it just ment slightly better food and more alcohol for everyone. So seated on a barrel you and your friends play some cards and drink, laughing and just talking.
"(Y/N) I dont want to ruin the mood but...You know- I never did ask, How was your relationship with Buggy?" They ask, You taking a breath as you sip your own drink.
"In the beginning it was great... the passion, the feeling of him being with me- I thought it was love but I think it was just infatuation and easy access for him- while for me it was obsession" You admit, a bitter taste going over your tongue at such words.
"It was when I realized that- he left first always.. never kissed me and used me like some prop..how he never asked about me, never cared and... I wasnt what hebreally wanted- I was just his status symbol" You wince at your own words, hot tears welling in your eyes.
"It was my fault however. I should have never fell in love with him. Cause now I have to learn how to fall out of love with him, thats why next time we dock im leaving..." You admit, your friends looking on you in sympathy as they pour you another drink.
You and your friends cheered together at 'Learning to fall out of love and till the next adventure' And drank together the rest of the night. You had a higher tolerance due to spending so much time with Buggy- so by the time the rest of the crew had retired for the night you went up to get some fresh air on the main deck still raw from the conversation that took place with your friends.
You walk out to see Buggy, drunk off his ass and barely able to stand against the rails of his ship, the almost dozen rolling bottles clued you in he was most likely had binge drank and was close to blackout. Reaching over quickly to grab him before he accidently went overboard and pulling him back-
"Captian what are yo-" You stopped as you saw him, he looked a reck.... His makeup was flaky and old, his hair a awful mess and he looked like he had been fished out of some sewer drain then your Captian.
"D-Dont call me that- I hate it when you c Hic Me Capitan! Buggy- Only you can call me Buggs!" He said angrily, swaying opposite to the pull and push of the waves.
"Sir you're drunk let's get you inside" You say softly, reaching out to grab his coat to pull him inside but he grabbed your hand hard and held it in an iron grasp.
"No! I want you back (Y/N)! You need to come back now!" He yelled, scaring you a bit at the tone of voice but in truth you were scared he was going to hurt himself..
"Cap.. Buggy- Im here i dont" You were cut off again as he staggered forward- almost falling on you if he hadn't caught his own weight slamming into the rails again. You pulling him back.
"No! I want you back with me! I- I want you back...you have to stay..." He mumbled, Your face blooming in surprise by the words coming from his lips.
"I learned them! I learned them all! I know your favorite colors, your birthday, the village you came from and what foods you like and dislike... T-That I embarrassed you..." He started to trail off as tears welled in his eyes and he staggered to the side.
"How you didn't feel like I cared for you... i-i didn't hold you at night and tell you how important you are to me.. how you thought I never kissed you or would leave you in the morning cause i didnt care-" He said the last sentence angrily and tossed the mostly empty rum bottle on the ground watching how it shattered. "How you're going to leave..."
"I.. Buggy how did you-" You mutter, before Buggy stammered towards you and reached into your coat pocket with a heavy hand and pulled out his own ear- you never knew it was missing to begin with and forgot how often you wear this coat. Smacking it to the side of his head as he stumbled at reattaching his limb.
"I kissed you every morning before I left.. I don't get much sl-sleep and so I'd wake up and just watch the sun hit you're face.. kiss you gently before leaving for the day..." He admitted, you feeling your heart squeeze at his words as well as the slight embrassment that he heard your woes to your friends about himself- or worse he drank himself like this cause he did hear you.
"I... don't know what love is.. I don't think I've ever truly felt it.. familial bonds... brotherly kinship.. but never love- B-But I think what I feel for you is it? I-Im not sure but I feel like my chest is being cut open when I look at the bed and you're not there with me... when I dont feel your warmth on my hand... or your voice telling me anything" tears began to roll down his tears fully, He looked so sad and lonely...
"Buggy..." You say softly, Watching tears run down his face washing what remained of his tattered makeup. How he hiccups both from crying and being drunk.
"I-I miss you (Y/N)..." He admitted, falling onto his knees finally as he ignored the pokes of the glass entering him. Tears continuing to flow freely as he bowed his head.
You couldn't watch this... reaching down you help him to his feet, feeling how heavy he was and the sour smell of BO that radiated off of him. Bringing him back to his quarters you set him on the bed to get him cleaned up.
He almost looked comatose, tears still running down his cheeks silently as you clean the makeup from his face and pull off his sour dirty clothes. Getting a wet rag to give him some sort of bath like he was a child- it wasnt like you hadnt seen him naked before, babbling drunk nonsense leaving him as you did so and help him into fresh underwear which he stumbles and ends up just detaching his legs lazily to help. But his hand always an iron grasp onto you in some way.
"Alright let's get you into bed..." You say softly, still fairly conflicted about all of this. Ready to just make sure the captian is safe enough to were he doesn't choke on his own vomit in his sleep and return to the crew quarters but he sobs and grabs you.
"Stay- please!" He begs, Having never heard this level of total panic from him- He looked so vulnerable.. in boxers, drunk, without his makeup of mask and emotionally a open book... you couldn't leave him like this.
So you removed your coat and climb in next to him. He held onto you, like what he would do every night you two had shared together. However now you understood, feeling that desperation in his grasp you had never understood before.
"Please stay with me (Y/N)..." You hear him whisper, burying his face into your neck further like he could hide from the world against you.
"...I know I'm not much... I'm not the strongest... not the smartest and-d not handsome but... I'll do anything for you... just please- don't leave me too" You feel your heart break at the softness of his words and how broken he sounded. How you had manages to crumble this paper lion- you held him tighter and rubbed circles in his back to lull him to sleep silently.
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tolerate it - a.s
Paring; anakin x reader
Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'
Requested; @simonsbluee
Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”
Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.
Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face.
“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?”
“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.
“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.”
You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while.
Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.
It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.
Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.
“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him.
Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.
The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.
“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”
“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”
You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.”
You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face.
“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.
You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips.
You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away.
And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.
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Reader getting injured in a fight and trying to act tough.
Characters: Scaramouche.
Just a little something to start posting aghdhgfhjd
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"You're an idiot." You turn to glare at Scaramouche, who stands in the doorway of the bathroom. "Careless."
"Alright I get it okay?" With a sigh, you turn back to the mirror, cleaning the fresh cuts on your face. "Would it kill you to be nice just once?"
"This is me being nice." Scaramouche frowns. "I could say worse things right now, and it'd all be justified"
You roll your eyes, still carefully cleaning your injuries. "It's not my fault I got ambushed, the forest has good places to hide..."
"Or maybe you're just not observant enough of your surroundings."
You wave a hand dismissively at him and out of the corner of your eye, you can tell he's really annoyed. Yeah, you got a couple of scratches out of a fight, you think that’s a normal thing to happen
"Whatever. I could've dealt with them fine without you jumping in."
Scaramouche scoffs, crossing his arms while looking amused. "Oh yeah? Because from where I stood, you'd be fertilizer in the Avidya forest had I not 'jumped in' then." He takes a step forward making sure he's in your line of sight and smirks mockingly. "Would it kill you to admit you needed my help?"
You push him away slightly, turning to look at him with an annoyed look. "If you're not going to help then I suggest you get out and do something else other than mocking me."
He doesn't move, just stares as you try to mentally block him out. You wipe the largest cut on your cheek a little too harsh and it makes you flinch. "Damn it..."
Scaramouche sighs and opens his hand towards you, like he’s waiting for you to give him something. You look at him quizzically. "...What?"
He definitely looks more annoyed than before, grabbing the cloth you were using to clean your cuts. You’re about to protest, and he grabs your chin, making you turn towards him. “H-Hey! What-”
“Be quiet.” Scaramouche keeps your head steady and, to your surprise, he picks up on cleaning your wounds. He sees you looking at him confused and he simply raises an eyebrow. “...You said I should leave if I wasn’t going to help... so...”
‘I don’t want to leave you’
Is what you interpret from his words, or lack thereof, and you feel a fluttering in your heart, praying to any archon listening that he didn’t notice the way your heartbeat accelerated and how the tip of your ears feel warmer.
You stay still, his grip on your face surprisingly... soft, for someone as brash as him. He’s entirely focused on making sure your cuts won’t get infected, he passes a particularly sore spot, making you flinch but his hand keeps you in place.
His thumb softly caresses your cheek, maybe a reflex or maybe it’s his own way of comforting you.
Soon enough, he finishes. He throws the now used rag to the trash, letting go of your face. You stand there awkwardly for a little while, unsure of what to say, until you decide to break the silence.
“... Thanks...” Scaramouche looks at you and you expect him to tease you, to call you the names you’re both used to throwing at each other. It’s how your relationship works; tough words easily mistaken by outsiders as a mutual hatred, as two enemies merely tolerating the other, about to rip each others’ throats any second. Little would those people know it’s just your strange way of showing affection.
Strange, but it works well enough for the both of you.
Scaramouche simply sighs, rubbing the back of his neck - a telltale sign that he’s embarrassed, you’ve come to learn. “...t’s fine”
“...I mean it... Not just now but, um, before...” You look away, refusing to make eye contact; refusing to acknowledge that you’re about to say ‘you were right’ to your boyfriend of all people. “I really did need the help so, uh... y’know...”
The air is silent, awkwardness hanging in the air as you’re both standing there, not saying anything... The tension slowly feels like its draining everything from you.
So with a deep breath and a lot of courage, you step forward towards Scaramouche, and you grab his face, lightly squishing his cheeks with your hands. Before he’s able to protest, you pull him closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek and whatever he was going to say dies in his tongue instantly.
“... Thank you for looking after me.”
What you thought would’ve been a solution to the silence ended up making it worse, as the air feels almost suffocating now. Slowly but surely, you feel your face heat up with embarrassment; the way Scara looks at you with surprise plastered all over his face certainly isn’t helping. You quickly let go of his face as if the mere touch burns your skin.
You turn to leave and maybe hide in your bed until the embarrassment passes but you’re janked back by your wrist, twisting around and clashing into a strong pair of arms, his lips capturing yours in an intense kiss that you can’t help but melt into. All the emotions Scaramouche can’t show with words, you can feel in the kiss.
He pulls away first, keeping his face close to yours. There’s a tenderness to his gaze that you rarely see, a vulnerability he shows to no one but yourself. His hand cups your cheek and you instinctively lean into his touch, craving whatever form of affection he’s willing to give right now; his thumb brushes over your bottom lip and he leans forward close to your ear, his breath tickling you and making you shiver.
“... Don’t start getting into fights just to make me kiss you...”
With that alone, the soft atmosphere switches to your usual bickering state. You push him away, jokingly and he knows it, covering your ear, the frown on your face completely negated of it’s intimidating intent with how red your cheeks are.
“You are insufferable.”
“Yeah... but you like it.”
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━ of mischief and temptations
includes: wanderer/scaramouche x gn! reader!
cw: suggestive + ooc + grammar errors
note: this is my tribute for the wanderer in hopes of him coming home </33
For those fortunate enough and were someone Scaramouche finds tolerable, if they were to ask him to describe you, he would promptly reply, "Infuriating and absolutely irritating," stunning the inquirer. Although he wasn't outright lying, he wasn't entirely truthful either. He wouldn't have gotten together with you if all he felt for you was aggravation and annoyance. Despite his best attempts, he was unable to conceal his infatuation. Anyone can see that there was more to the story, especially given his obvious affection for you.
Even so, they can't help but wonder what brought you two together provided that the moment you two were in close contact, you were right at his face, teasing him mercilessly, leading him to saying something snarky about you which had no effect on you whatsoever.
And if someone were to ask you why you tease him so much, without delay, you respond with, “Because his reactions are all too fascinating,” leaving the questioner perplexed. What exactly was so fun about being on the other side of his sarcastic remarks? They suppose that they could never understand.
How could they when in private, the oh-so unfriendly and cruel Scaramouche acts so desperate for you? Certainly, not in a million years would they ever expect that all Scaramouche wants to do to you was to kiss you breathless and leave you cornered for once, and not him. And you know this fact very well, and use it to your advantage. Just because you know what he wants, doesn’t mean he can get it easily. Even his constant complaints and grumbling won’t make you move an inch.
In this particular instance, for the past week, you had woefully deprived him of the kisses and touches he desires, moving your face away or refusing his advancements whenever he tried to make a move on you. If it were any other individual that refused to submit to him, he would have him dead - but not you, you were special, you were special to him, you were someone who he opened his heart to, someone he allowed himself to be vulnerable around, and someone he occasionally let have control over what he does. But even so, he can’t help but be irked at this little game you're playing. He ought to have become accustomed to this aggressive, relentless mischievous side of yours that can be taken too far if pushed. And people said that he was cruel.
Sometimes your games don’t have any particular strong motive to them, and you just do it for fun just to rile him up, thinking about it makes him even more vexed. Were you looking to have him begging? Pleading for you to finally let him have the affection he so desperately craves? You should know by now that his pride would never let you have that.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Which is why, after a week of this game with you, he had finally had enough of your antics. The little smirk you had on your face after your little victory was enough to convince him that you understood precisely what you were doing to him.
Even as he had you pinned on the bed, hovering over you with his arms caging your body on the cushions, preventing your escape, the grin you had on your lips did not waver, and his grip on your hands tightened. The air had the sensation of being blasted with waves of heat. And though a sense of helplessness encompassed you, not once were you not proud of the reaction you managed to evoke from him.
His eyes narrowed on your expression, lips pursed into a scowl, “Was this what you were aiming for? For me to act like this and finally give into my temptations? “ He hissed, his face slowly approaching, his eyes latching onto yours as he got closer. He was so close, close enough for you to notice the scent of his shampoo and peppermint breath, close enough to feel his breath fanning your lips. You weren't merely being trapped by his arms anymore.
“Regardless of my answer, it won’t change what you want from me will it? “ how he wished he could take away that arrogant tone from your lips, but he knew that if he did, these moments of intimacy that you two share with each other would never be the same. The way you manage to lure him in each time, the way you manage to give him just enough to keep him craving for more, it all makes him feel crazy. He was barely doing anything to you, and yet it felt like his mind was in a haze, and the only way to escape that, was to finally have his appetite satiated.
“You got what you wanted… It’s my turn to get what I want. “ The way he kissed you was so gentle at first, but that rapidly shifted when Scaramouche finally had a touch of the treasure he waited so long for. He savored the taste of your lips, relishing the small whimpers that leave your mouth when he has given you no room to breath.
Your body trembled from the intensity of the unrelenting kiss. It felt like your senses were clogged, you could not see his face, you could not hear his hums of satisfaction, nor could you feel anything else aside from his lips. It leaves you feverish and lightheaded, as if you were wandering across a desert without any water, and he is an oasis you wish to covet.
His hands steadily left yours, one repositioning itself behind your head and the other toward your thigh, stroking the tender flesh without ever allowing your lips to separate. He will give you ten additional kisses for each kiss you denied him. He will touch you hundreds of times more for each contact you rejected. And he will revel in millions more moments of pleasure for each second you deprived him.
It was finally his turn to have his way with you however he pleased.
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A Steve Harrington one where it’s a love-hate thingy. Y/N is billys twin but super loving towards max and due to that she often sees Steve/ makes fun of him for hanging with the kids/ and Steve fires back- like they can’t stand each other but secretly have the hots for one another <3
lovebirds
dude, thank you SO much for this request!!! i had a lot of fun writing it and i really hope this lived up to your expectations :)
words: 3,127
pairing: steve harrington/ reader
warnings: show typical violence, cursing, billy being annoying. i think that’s it? (please let me know if i missed anything!!!)
(for clarification this takes place in season 2! so steve and the reader are 18 and seniors in highschool)
moving to hawkins all the way from sunny california was scary. it was a completely different setting and you knew absolutely no one. you had two siblings, you and billy were twins, and max was your younger step sister. despite you and billy being twins, you mostly stayed away from him. he was an asshole, and most of your childhood was spend defending max from him. you and max were like peas in a pod. despite you being 5 years apart, the two of you were always side by side, ever since the two of you met.
due to your lack of friends that you had yet to meet, you ended up hanging around max’s. you met a LOT of new people this way, including steve harrington. the two of you… tolerated each other. when you first met steve he instantly acted different compared to how he acted around everyone else in the group and you just couldn’t figure out why. you remember the first time you two talked.
“hi, i’m Y/N, nice to meet you” you smile, meanwhile steve seemed like he was in a trance as he stared at you. finally, he blinks and seems to snap back to reality.
“you’re max and billy’s sister, right?” he asks, looking you up and down. you instantly took this as him being defensive, you thought because he knew you were related to billy.
“yeah. do you have a problem with that, steve?” you question, matching his attitude that you mistakenly interpreted. he pauses for a second.
“hm. i can tell you’re his sister. you act like him, you know” steve points out. you roll your eyes.
“dont associate me with that asshole” you cross your arms and look back at the rest of the group of friends before slowly turning to face him again.
“so, are these all your friends? or like, your children…” you bite back a smile at your own joke that steve very much did not find funny. from then on, it was all out war. every time you two saw each other (which was almost every day) there was constant teasing thrown back and forth. you swore to yourself it was nothing more than poking fun, but after a while somewhere deep down you knew it was something more. on this particular day, you were all heading to the video store to pick up a movie to watch. since it was friday and no one had school the next day, everyone loved the idea of movie night. once arriving with max in your car at the mall, you step out and join the rest of the gang.
“you got your babysitter here again max?” you snort a laugh, gesturing to steve who was very clearly not amused. he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in his usual steve fashion. you could have sworn you saw the smallest smile on his lips. max just laughs and skips off towards lucas and mike.
“that’s real funny Y/N, cause last time i checked you’re here just as much as i am” he shoots back. you give him a look, opening your mouth to respond, but dustin butts in first.
“okay lovebirds, that’s enough! i’m tired of standing around, let’s go!” dustin rolls his eyes with exaggeration before walking off into the video store. you instantly gravitate towards the horror section, browsing the large selection of movies.
“how about this!” you hold up ‘the evil dead’ for the group to see.
“nahhh i don’t want horror, let’s choose something else” steve disagrees with your movie choice, eyeing you as you put it back on the shelf.
“aww steve is scared guys” you use a baby voice which elicits a laugh from the rest of the group.
“i am not! i’d just rather watch a movie that isn’t shit” steve gestures towards your suggested movie, and you cross your arms in offense.
“the evil dead is not shit. it’s ahead of its time.” you defend your movie and watch as steve throws his hands in the air.
“all i’m saying is there’s much better horror out there. like nightmare on elm street.”
“ugh, laaaaame! saw it in theatres, wasn’t impressed”
“what! no way you didn’t like nightmare on elm street. did we see the same movie?” you and steve were now stood in the horror section, bickering over your favorite and least favorite horror films. before you knew it, everyone else had already decided on a movie.
“come on lovebirds, we chose without you ” dustin shoves steve nearly into you as the two of you roll your eyes at the nickname dustin gave.
movie night was held in mikes basement as usual. tonight it was you, max, mike, dustin, lucas, will, steve, jonathan, nancy, and robin, so the space was a little crowded. most of the kids were piled on the couch, and you were on the floor sharing a blanket between steve and robin. dustin jumps up excitedly, putting in the movie and running back to his spot on the couch. the movie ‘E.T’ starts up, not a single person complained about it although all of you have seen it at least once.
about halfway through the movie, you became drowsy, and also noticed half of the people around had already fallen asleep. another 10 minutes go by, and robin was out, her head resting against your shoulder in her slumber. your eyes then begin to flutter and you could feel sleep pulling you in. your attempts to fight it off fail, as you were soon asleep too. you somehow slept solidly through the whole night, the sun from mikes basement window shining in your eyes is what woke you the next morning. when your eyes opened, you noticed robin wasn’t leaning on you anymore, but steve indeed was. his head was against the crook of your neck, and your head was resting atop of his. you nearly stopped breathing. steves arm was slung lazily around your waist, the two of you were basically cuddling. you still don’t know how you slept so solidly sitting on the floor against the couch, but upon looking around you noticed the rest of the gang was already up, eating breakfast upstairs you assumed from the muffled chatter that floated down the stairs. carefully, you move until steve begins to wake with a sharp inhale, lifting his head slowly. you take this time to scoot away from him, hoping he didn’t notice the way you two were just minutes before. the sound of dustin’s footsteps alerts you of his presence.
"finally you lovebirds are up! you two must have slept good, the way you were cuddling the entire night" dustin giggles and watches both of your faces twist.
"what!?" you both shout in unison, steve thought dustin was making it up, and you were embarassed that most likely everyone else saw. what you missed was how red steves face was.
"yup. feast your eyes" dustin proudly holds a polaroid up of the two of you cuddling in front of steve, who immediatly gets up to chase after dustin.
"you little shit!" steve screams, dustins eyes widen as he turns on his heel and books it, the two of them quickly out of sight. shaking your head with embarrassment, you get up and meet the rest of the gang upstairs. you were planning on eating breakfast, but the way everyone stopped and stared at you from the table made you want to go hide away forever. the last thing you wanted to do was discuss the way you had slept next to steve last night, so you made an excuse off the top of your head and headed home.
luckily, the next time you saw your friends they had forgotten about the whole ordeal, all except you and steve, it seems. the next few days after that, you didnt see steve at all. he claimed he was sick and had to stay home, but you had an idea on what the real reason was. with halloween right around the corner, there was big talk about one of your classmates holding a party. you werent even considering going until you heard nancy, robin, steve, and jonathan were going. you werent a party person, but you figured this could be a good chance to meet some more people from your grade, so hesitantly, you complied.
upon arriving, you immediatley regretted your decision. the music was too loud, it was way too crowded, and you couldnt find your friends anywhere. slowly, you paced the house, eyes desperately searching for any friends you knew within the sea of people. finally, you spot steve who definetly also did not wanna be there. he was standing in a corner, drink in hand as he blew off all of his old asshole friends who would occasionaly try to strike up conversation him.
"hm. you dont look sick to me" your comment makes steve aware of your prescence, he nearly jumps before turning to look at you.
"wow, Y/N at highschool party, are my eyes deceiving me?" steve immediately changes the subject. you cross your arms unamused.
"im regretting it. especially since the only person out of the friend group ive found at this god forsaken party is you" you tease, not hearing the way the crowd quieted down, or the way steves face fell as he looked past you.
“you like talking to my sisters huh, harrington?” billy’s voice pulls you out of your conversation with steve.
“billy, go away” you look at him with pure annoyance, but he was locked onto steve. you knew he couldn’t care less that steve was talking to you, you we’re sure he wouldn’t give a shit if you were to die right this second, but you could tell he was looking for a reason to fight.
“hey, back off man” steve takes a step back, but billy dosent stop. steve gives billy a shove, and that’s all it took for him to swing, his fist colliding with steve’s temple.
“BILLY!” you shout, sudden fear had washed over you, fear for steve. you were on him in an instant, grabbing his arm and pulling him back from steve who had fallen down onto the floor. billy carelessly pushed you back, pouncing back onto steve and getting in a few more solid punches before you and a few other bystanders finally dragged him off.
“FUCK YOU BILLY. leave me, and my fucking friends ALONE” your face was red with anger as you used all your might to shove him out the door. your blood was boiling, and billy was laughing. once he was out of your sight, your mind turned back to steve. you turned on your heel and pushed through the crowd who was simply watching steve struggle to stand.
“steve???” panic was in your voice as you rush to help him stand, grabbing him by the arm. he blinks a few times and keeps his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulder for stability.
“i’m good, i’m good i’m alright” he breathes out, but you weren’t listening. instead, you were pulling him towards the bathroom.
“Y/N, i’m okay, really!” he tries to convince you but you were not budging on this.
“please just, sit steve. you look really bad” you frown and gesture to the toilet for him to sit on. steve sighs and complies, sitting down. silence falls over you two as he looks up at you through the blood and swelling that was appearing on his face. meanwhile, you were frantically looking for a first aid kit.
“come on, these people have to have bandaids or something, anything!” you sigh in frustration.
“you look worse than i do hargrove” he laughs, but quickly stops as you look at him in all seriousness. this was the moment you realized you cared about steve a lot more than you originally thought.
“i’m sorry steve” you apologize, your voice was more genuine towards him than ever before. “i feel like this is my fault, he was clearly using me as an excuse to fight. and im sorry for being mean to you. i just thought you didn’t like me and i… i don’t know. im just sorry” once you started, you couldn’t stop. your words came tumbling out and you could see steve straighten up, his head shaking side to side.
“no, Y/N come on. this is not your fault whatsoever, i’ve been through worse. and to be frank, i’ve enjoyed our banter. i never hated you either i was just- i don’t know. nervous i guess.” steve looks away now from your attentive eyes.
“steve harrington? nervous around me? this must be a dream” you joke, attempting to hide the fact that you were just as nervous as he was. steve gives you an eye roll, and the blood trickling down his face reminded you of the task at hand, quickly turning back to the medicine cabinet. finally, your hands find the kit and you pull it out with a victorious ‘aha!’.
“ummm okay, sit still” you mumble, carefully dabbing at the cuts and bruises that littered his face. there was a comfortable silence as you worked, steve seemed to just look at you for a while before speaking.
“hey, i take back what i said that day we met. you’re nothing like him” his voice was soft, and you paused for a second to look at him. you didn’t know what to say, your mouth hung open, trying to find the words for a moment.
“thank you steve, really. i try not to be. now, enough of the sappy shit i can’t take much more of this i might throw up” you smile and the both of you share a laugh, soon after you finish cleaning his face up to the best of your ability. steve rises and looks at himself in the mirror.
“damn. he really did do a number” steve runs a hand through his hair, an attempt to straighten it up before turning to you “so, do you wanna get out of here? this party sucks.”
“oh my god please i’d rather do anything else right now.” you sigh a breath of relief as the two of you leave the party.
“alright, you said anything, so how does icecream sound?” steve suggests, his eyes are glued to the floor as he waits for your response.
“hm, yeah, sure. i could go for some mint chocolate chip right now”
“mint chocolate chip!? that is like the worst icecream!” steve exclaims. you gasp in response.
“how dare you? mint chocolate chip is amazing! you’ve probably only had bad mint chocolate chip. you gotta try it from scoops ahoy.” you protest, and before you knew it the two of you were there, ordering your icecreams and finding a spot to sit outside under the night sky.
“okay here, try” you hold your icecream out to steve who takes a lick, pauses, and then takes a giant bite out of your icecream.
“hey!!” you scream, grabbing his wrist and wrestling to take a bite of his cone. giggles are shared between the two of you as you both fight to take bites of each other’s icecreams, and soon after both the cones had fallen on the ground, your clothes, hands, and faces were covered with now melted icecream.
“well so much for that” steve was trying to feign annoyance, but the smile on his face that he couldn’t wipe off gave it away.
“but the mint chocolate chip was good though, right?” you ask, taking breaths between your sentences as your laughing finally died down.
“yes, i’ll give you that. it was good.” steve shakes his head and attempts to wipe his hands clean on his pants. the two of you sit in silence for a few moments before steve turns and looks at you again. he looked nervous.
“hey, do you think you could give me some advice?”
“uhhhhh i’m not the best at it but i’ll try” you turn to face him more on the bench, curious to what he had to say.
“it’s just, there’s this girl that i like, but i don’t know if she likes me back.” steve admits, and you were suprised to find that your heart sank in disappointment.
“steve, i would be shocked if any girl didn’t like you back” you respond in all honestly. he continues on.
“well, she acts different than most people i’ve met. there’s a lot of teasing going on, and it makes it hard to tell, you know? but, i really like her. she’s funny and smart and, so beautiful. her taste in horror movies isn’t the best but that’s alright. she’s also the only person i know that actually likes mint chocolate chip icecream.” steve was looking you dead in the eyes, and you had put the pieces together a few sentences ago. he was talking about you.
“well, i think this girl probably feels the same way, and i think she just- is really scared, or nervous about it. so she covers it up with teasing.” your face was most definitely red, your heart was pounding, and you don’t think you’ve ever been so nervous in your life. luckily, there wasn’t much else to be said. instead, steve carefully began to lean towards you, making sure you were comfortable before continuing, and softly connecting his lips with yours. you felt complete, and you understood why people said it felt like fireworks. steve’s hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in gently while your own arms snaked around his neck, hands feeling at his weirdly soft hair. the two of you were extremely gentle, as if testing the waters. his lips tasted like icecream and he smelled like cologne and whatever crap he put in his hair every day.
finally, the two of you pulled away to find you were both smiling like dorks. you look down at your lap and steve takes your hands in his. this is when you realized how sticky you were from the icecream fight a few minutes prior.
“god we are covered in icecream” you laugh, pulling your shirt to observe the stains on it.
“yeaahhh maybe we should head home” steve suggests and you happily agree, the two of you hopping off the bench.
“hey, how does a date sound? gremlins is out in theaters” steve questions with a smile. you smile back and nod your head.
“i would love that harrington. although i’ll still probably like the evil dead more”
“it’s a date then. and nightmare on elm street is still better!” steve points, you shake your head in response as you defend your favorite horror movie. the two of you conversed into the night as you walked towards your homes, and you were happier than you had felt in a while.
feel free to send in more steve harrington requests!!! i would love to write more for him <3
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i took a nap! and my dream was long (well, not really) and complicated.
soo... dream journal time!
oh shit i dont know how to do the read more on mobile well pretend this has a read more and maybe if we imagine hard enough the tumblr gods will put one here
JK im on desktop later here's a read more
it involved me talking on discord to one of my mutuals ^-^ who i was nervous wanting to Impress. and they said england is hot and i was taken aback (sort of. more complicated than that but whatevs.) but also like u arent wrong. england is overhated these days i would maybe date or sleep with him is all im saying. i was speaking to a few diff mutuals on discord but especially excited/nervous to speak to this one.
blurry for a second.
and then a dog pounced on me. and this little old lady ran a training school i was for some reason in. but it was a Psychological training school meant to strengthen your mind apparently. it was popular in canada so i was excited one opened up down here for some reason. they had one where i used to live in florida so i was happy they had one in my new state, and with dream logic i'd moved 0.2 seconds ago so yknow. and the lady was training a lot of animals especially a dog and this one dog was not well trained so he bit onto my arm, and i stood there in horror for a few seconds, not wanting to move to do minimal damage, until she came and bitched at him for acting up, so he let go. and she was like yeah this is why i run a training school.
and her house was tiny so it was in her backyard. she had me follow her to the back where it looked like a dog park. all dirt and dust and equipment. no grass. i thought it looked nice in the dream altho now that im awake it looked pretty crap. but actually i thought it was nostalgic like playgrounds u go to as a kid. it looked like a dog park. also apparently she hammered in one of the rules for me. i forget what it was exactly but later she specified it was related to "the treadmills."
suddenly it was no longer me but a group of people who were all friend and who i identified as being friends with. but i myself was no longer there. and these people were eager to try out the equipment.
tw body horror for this part
pretty sure this is impossible irl but for one of them, this girl pushed her two friends down onto this sheet of barbed wire, and i guess what's supposed to happen is that it pierces your outer layer of skin, but she pushed way too hard and pierced many layers of skin. what you're supposed to do is pierce a few and pull yourself off. it hurts and builds your pain tolerance. the old lady was like oh shit i fixated so much on explaining how to be careful on the treadmills that i forgot this. and the people on the barbed wire were in pain slowly ripping through each layer of skin to minimize the damage. they accidentally leaned back in Pain so their arms also got attached but just the few outer layers so it only hurt a bit to pull them off. like stinging pin pricks. totally tolerable but still unpleasant.
the girl had been so excited btw she just shoved them down hard and didn't realize it would cause problems. i could feel the pain and fear of these people it was ouchie.
also i was trapped consciously. strapped down. unable to move unless i agonizingly ripped spiky metal through my skin all at once to get away. i have many nightmares abt being trapped lol.
then randomly the mlpfim ponies showed up. and they started triggering my severe emetophobia which i dont even wanna talk abt. it was more hinted at than anything but i was scared being trapped like that. also a common theme in my nightmares.
then fluttershy who felt Ill decided to go upstairs (we were suddenly in a basement but also not really bc the initial house had stairs too and was bigger and fancieron the inside than it seemed. that bitch had an aquarium against the wall. and fancy dark wood.) to make food for the others and herself to feel better. and since this dream was like a movie "i" the consciousness followed her upstairs to watch her. and she prepared something that had marshmallows on top i think.
and then i woke up.
also at some point the people strapped down were jeremy and candance from pnf i think. or timmys mom and dad. my brain smashed a bunch of junk together.
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Idk if you already did this but do you have heaven/hell dip headcanons because id die to read some😩🤌
I think I have done a few, but I can definitely expand on them!
(AHH SO SORRY THS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO ANSWER FINALES HAVE KEPT ME BUSY but anyway-)
-Going with the idea that if Damien was locked out of Heaven & Pip was locked in, they would try everything in their power to get to each other (Damien more so, as Pip is a more compliant individual, especially when it comes to a higher authority). They eventually find a little in-between spot where they can meet secretly, but there's some sort of invisible barrier keeping the two separated from each other physically. What they wouldn't do to wrap the other in a tight embrace & never let go.
-If they weren't bound to their respective realms, they would definitely spend more time in Hell overall, as Damien absolutely despises Heaven while Pip mildly tolerates it; he appreciates that everyone there is so nice, but even he gets sick of it after a while. While Hell is a more dangerous place to be, no one is going to mess with the partner of the antichrist. (plus Satan LOVES having Pip over)
-Something that I think isn't talked about nearly enough is the concept of wings. I like to think Damien would be absolutely fascinated by the contrast of what he commonly sees; light & feathery rather than dark & leathery. When Damien first encounters Pip with his new wings, they spend hours learning about them through a hands-on approach. They find that what feathers are out are extremely soft & a strikingly vivid white. They also notice a few pin feathers, which with the go-ahead, the demon slowly breaks away & preens them. Pip's new wings are extremely sensitive, so he's jumpy the entire time, but in a more excited than nervous way.
-Another fun thing that can be done with feathered wings is dyeing them as one would dye hair. I can't really see Pip being super interested in it at first, but he may experiment with some color one day.
-Regardless if he ever dyes them on his own or not, some feathers towards the bottom do start to take on an ashy-grey hue since he's going to Hell so often. It's like his body is reacting to his environments & is acting accordingly. This coloring doesn't leave if he spends less time in Hell, however; they are stained that color. They become darker & the color moves further up the more time he spends in Hell. I like to think at some point down the road, his wings would have a reverse-ombre grey color; lightest at the top, darkest at the bottom, 'till they're nearly black. Damien loves this & thinks they're gorgeous.
-Damien would eventually sport his own pair of black leathery wings & golden horns not unlike his father's. I like to think that while he's still a button buck, he likes to headbutt smaller demons (& sometimes Pip), but every time he's doing this, somehow, Satan catches him doing it, & eventually the scolding's don't work & he's forced to wear the "pool noodles of shame" (inspired by the one piece by honeycreek), which are just 2 pool noodles cut down to size to fit over his horns so he can't headbutt people anymore.
-Once their wings get strong enough, the pair likes to go practice flying together. It obviously takes them both a while, but they eventually get the hang of it. Damien learns faster, since he's seen flying beings as he's grown up, while to Pip it's all new territory to him.
This was so fun to write, I love heaven/hell dip! Thank you so much for the ask, anon! (& sorry once again that it took a while to get to this one)
(& if you have any dip or Satan headcanon requests, my askbox is open!)
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well hello anyone who is actually on tumblr and hasnt forgotten about me. ive been offline for a year or so, had personal issues in my life, and also started high school so i wanted to focus on that. life update:
- im in 10th grade now :)) high school isnt that bad and there actually isnt as much fights as there was in past years. also im in a lot of advanced classes now
- i got new friends, and dumped my old ones(they were toxic)
- got into some new fandoms(call of duty, genshin[sorta i barely tolerate some people, I just try to play the game without interacting with the fandom], tmnt[i’ve always loved it], and others that I can't rlly think about rn
- got my working permit today :D after new years I'm gonna look for a job
- well I figured out I'm trans now (f-t-m), after years of question my gender and making excuses, I'm also pansexual :)
- the name I want my legal name to be is kaisen(kai is just a nickname and I dont use j anymore)
- body image stuff, sucks to suck but I'm trying everyday, slowly
- i actually have a girlfriend, we have been together for 3 months, and known each other for around 1 or 2 years. We are long distance(she lives in another country), time zones suck, but we make it work. We also met on genshin, so i guess i owe the game for that.
- im teaching myself how to draw, and also have been reading a lot of books lately
- family life isnt the best, im not gonna elaborate, but i just try to ignore it
it seems like a dream with how i acted a year ago. i seemed way more immature than what i do act now. i was so innocent i guess you could say, and i guess you could also say that i was just figuring myself out. and as im sitting in my bed, listening to The Neighborhood, im reminiscing. i do miss the friends that i had before i dropped them, and i really wish that i didnt push everyone away whenever i was in a depressive episode, but its the past. if i cant get over the past i’ll never be able to move on into the future. im just so glad that past me could get that experience of exploring themselves and meeting new people. also i was very very cringey i realize now, i feel like i was acting a sort of way to get recognition from people.
well anyways i dont think i’ll be writing anything anytime soon, i dont feel the passion i used to back then. maybe someday, but not today, and not the next. also thank you for 300 followers, that might not seem alot compared to other people, but it is for me. also thank you for all the support with the dsmp stuff even tho i stopped writing about them. i rlly didnt expect my stuff to blow up like that :))
well signing off:
kaisen(kai), have a fantastic day/night 😊
(ps: ive never deleted tumblr, and i was reading fanfics on here, i just was being lazy and didnt feel like responding to messages and updating my profile 😉 so to all the people who commented on my posts, i wasnt ignoring u, im too tired and my brain cells are the equivalent of 1 at the moment, but i’ll try to respond)
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He always hated that man's eyes. They where, objectively, totally fine, nothing out of the ordinary. They weren't bloodshot, they didn't have obviously concerning red irises, no, nothing that most would find concerning.
To be fair, most would consider his eyes more concerning then Jack's, with their icy color and slit pupils where light could reflect even by day. But, still, it was the first thing he hated when he met that young researcher.
He shuddered with slight fear and disguss when he had to look in his eyes and shake his hand for the first time. Those eyes where nearly identical to his father's, outside, obviously, the lack of slit pupils. And worst of all, they glinted or felt the same way as his father's did.
Just the eyes, never the rest of his expressions. But oh it was just the beginning. Eyes where one thing, the attitude, another. He hoped maybe that after a while he could even just, tolerate him.
He was wrong. Plain and simple. Jack Bright was an absolute insufferable little bitch. Rarely listen to anyone, arrogant, self-sufficient, prone to bullying behavior, disregard safety rules, can't even keep his office somewhat clean or organized, whiny and oh gosh why did most of his voices, even when changing bodies, sounded so annoying !?
Each minute just standing near the man annoyed him deeply. And those fucking eyes. And those sarcastic comments. And despite everything he did there was little to no consequences. He couldn't be fired, or killed definitely. All because that bastard was the son or someone and little brother of another. Well, it was that before the accident. After that, being officially anomalous in nature, he wouldn't go away because technically he was also an scp.
Though ... he did not act like it, and for the most part was not treated like it. He still treated most other sentient entity like trash, including him.
He was moslty treated well. But some of his question where way too personal. And he started giving nicknames, mostly sexual ones. And oh by star dust he was so clingy and way to much into physical contact. Everyday was a new way to blur the line between flirt and disrespect for that idiot.
Getting extremely graphic remarks from someone's with his dad's eyes was not something he wanted. The only thing he dreamed of was to grab him by the hair and bash his head repeatedly against a kitchen counter until enought blood was spilled that the room was painted in crimson hues.
So it was a surpise, when one day, that bastard barged in his cell, wet eyes and sniffling.
" Your old huh ...? "
He remembered raising an eyebrow, commenting on the blunt nature of his words.
" How ... how am I suppose to do it ? They will grow old ... and die and there will be no way to stop it ! I feel like I can't grow anymore ... people will move on from me ... "
He couldn't answer Jack's question, having no answer himself, having lived a long nomadic live, with short relationships, and he knew why, because he too, even after all this time, still felt was the researcher was feeling. He just took him in his arms, in silence, maybe he understood what was implied, maybe he tired himself out, maybe he just needed comfort.
He told him to go see someone to talk too about that, and after a while, it started to get slightly better. He was still very similar, kept the pranks, the attidude and ... those kind of comments, was this a way to flirt ? Did he thought it was an acceptable way to do it ...?
They started making small talks if they had to do something together, as a way to pass time.
One day, a first of January, he woke up with two problems. A hangover, migraines, dry mouth and throat accompanied by strange pains in his chests.
" I shouldn't have took theses things "
That's when he felt warm breating against his chest, calming the pain growing in it, it couldn't be his, slowly, he looked down to see that bastard sleeping peacefully, huddled against him. Slowly, he woke up and moved, groaning and moaning in pain and discomfort, without even acknowledging his environment.
" Oww ... fuck fuck ... fuck ... never ... again ... oww my back ... "
Was what we growled, before trying to look around.
" Why the fuck is it so dark in here goddammit ... "
He could see just fine, perk to not being human. He calmly asked, keeping anger away from his voice.
" What are you doing here ...?
A hight pitched, short scream was the first thing Bright managed.
" What the fuck are you doing ... here !? "
He frowned.
" That's my cell, and my bed. I'm supposed to be here. "
They both were silent for a moment, staying there, in the dark.
" I think ... I drunk and crawled here ... last thing I remember is you were laying on your bed, laughing, high as a kite ... hey hum ... my back hurts ... "
Great usage of word Bright. Just great. He growled.
" Even dead drunk with you as the last alive thing in this world I wouldn't touch you ! "
Bright looked honestly hurt for a second, before frowning, then smiling with amusement.
" Yeah, apparently you would directly pound me into the matress, no apocalypse needed ! "
He hated that dude, he wasn't so sure of it but it felt like it, something about his eyes, or about his attitude, would always annoys him. It was something visceral that he couldn't and wouldn't control.
He thought it must be hate, but he still hold him in his arms, not letting go. Some time after, when Jack would joke about it, he would just say that he needed warmth this morning, that it was winter after all. Both saw past the lie thought. Thoses eyes looked pretty all thing considered.
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Hey Darling, Kinnporsche anon here!! hope you are doing better!! Glad to hear you're slowly but surely getting better!!
It's already Kinnporsche day when I write you this (OK, it's midnight but still). I cannot wait omg!! Like we are we going now, the big fight is approaching sooner than later, so how are we getting there 👀👀
Yeah for season two 🥰 Apparently, it's Apo himself who say, in a livestream for the bread ad, that season is already in the work (let's be real, they will be stupid if they don't do more season. The show is too popular not to. We need more of Mafia Gay man). He also says that BOC have another projet for Him and Mile (like yes, I need every fanfiction trope with them) (I'm not 100% sure about these info, bc I don't speak Thai. So I trust other people!). But like, it will so cool of Mile and Apo work together some more, I really love their chemistry, they are insanely good together. (I hope BOC still hire the rest of the cast, they are too good to not do other serie (looking at you Bible and Build)).
Like you say, I think Kimchay are not getting a happy ending this season. I don't see they will resolve the conflit, and try ré-built their relationship in two episode, when we have other stuff that is taking place? It's going to be sad bc I want Chay happy 😭 I hope him and Kim can talk though, like about uni or the mafia stuff. They could start from zero, as friend (where Kim apologized and explain why he has to go back to uni). And, Friend to Lover is always a good trope, just saying. I need more Kim and Chay at uni, doing little study session while sneaking little eyes contact. (I dont' understand how Kim can go to uni, while being a superstar, a detective, the son of the big mafia and saving his boyfriend at the same time. I can't even manage going to my course while breaking down 😭)
Kinn and Porsche are too in love to have drama. I will not survive if in the episode we have angst stuff. Like they communicate, and stuff. The way Kinn act when Porsche discover he was with the man in the beginning show us that he mature, and is ready to fight for their relationship. I don't think it will have miscommunication. Maybe Khorn plan is going to backfire Kinn? That the only way I see angst happening between them? But at the same time, Kinn is too in love to let Porsche go easily (I can't blame in). The wait is kiliing me ugh
Vegaspete is my reason to live really. They are higher than my expectations!!! Their scene togerher, in the safe house, is just too good on a lot of level. I do think Vegas open to Pete before his hedgehog passed away, the scene with the book show us that. He only put in his mask back bc he didn't want to be confront with the reality (of him needing love). The hedgehog scene just show us Vegas that Pete was here to stay, that he will not run away (maybe for a reason that they both don't understand), Pete is not going to abandon him, he is not being nice just for being nice. He want to know more about Vegas, want to be here for him. He start to get freaky with Pete after the hedgehog scene bc it simply show Vegas that Pete is here to stay. Bc let's be honest, he could have make a move before that, but Vegas though there were still a chance of Pete leaving, like everyone before.
I feel like the uncle stuff is going to bring so much angst (but he will be the one to bring us answer so I can tolerate it).
I cannot wait really!!! I know the team of Kinnporsche will not disappointed in term of where they are going!!!
Did you have any news from your exam btw?? 🤗
Please tell me when you watched the new episode so I can send you my thoughts!! I don't want to take the risk to spoil you!!
Take care and rest well darling!! I will see you. Soon 🥰
Hi darling!! today I’m feeling better so finally I’m seeing the light haha only have a horrible cough now but it’s okay!!
I need to watch the last episode again because I can’t remember all the details to comment everything!! so many feelings!!! <3 I’m happy that it’s confirmed season two is in the making!! I’m so excited about it the only problem is going to be waiting period haha also can’t wait to know more about the world tour and the dates!! I don’t have any hope but a girl can dream! the only sad thing that had happened is the Build drama, I believe that people can change and improve so I’ll support him!! hope he will return soon!!
About my exams, I passed two of them only waiting for the last one! thanks for asking!! hope you are doing good!!! 💓 I’m trying to organize my tumblr theme but can’t decide in a new one that I like!! also I’ll try to do more gifsets so if you want any specific one let me know!!
Hope you are having a lovely day!! See you!! 😘 😘
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hello there I heard u are doing writing request. . . . .you know what must be written yes this is about shinya x tetsuya, what else would I be here for, preferably about a date at a park
Ahahaha I totally didn't procrastinate on this what are you talking about?
anyways here's that, I'll grammar check it tomorrow I'm too lazy rn <3
The sun shines, its rays scatter when it reaches the leaves, under the tree Tetsuya sits and waits for Shinya. He thinks back to that revelation from last night, the lights were hazy as they kissed under the city street lights.
But that thought is broken by the sound of steps approaching him. “Tetsuya, over here!”
As Tetsuya gets up he says “hey, I was waiting for you.” “Sorry if I'm a little late,”
“It's fine I'm free for the whole day so you don't have to rush. Let's get going then”
Meeting up the pair heads over to where several food stalls are, people are littered about as the scent of all types of dishes wafts throughout the park they continue to walk through the park to find something to get.
“Anything you want to get?” Tetsuya asks, “something sweet would be nice..” “don’t ya work at a cafe? You’d think you would want something different” Tetsuya teases, “uh, well!” Shinya tries to make a response but stumbles on his words,
his face is red making him look like a pouty child, Tetsuya is amused by this and snickers in response, Shinya feigns annoyance and looks away
“jeez…” “alright alright this should help” before Shinya could see what Tetsuya meant he feels a kiss on his cheek, Tetsuya tries to move away but Shinya pulls him in kissing him on the lips this time, they hold this for a moment before pulling back.
This interaction sets a playful mood between them but before anything more happens Tetsuya says “alright have you decided on what to get yet?” “like I said I wanted something sweet..” “wasn’t that kiss sweet enough for you?” “hehe, no.” “Alright alright fine let's get something sweet”
Shinya is uncharacteristically cheeky, Tetsuya pays no mind to this though, even preferring this side of him. Shinya is always very polite and tolerant so seeing him act so casual brings relief to Tetsuya
The pair eventually decides on ice cream, walking through the park they wander through the park while some small talk pops up here and there its mostly just the sounds of nature and silence, it's not a bad silence, however, due to circumstances s both tend to always be busy.
as such they rarely ever have the chance to simply enjoy a quiet day with one another, Tetsuya glances at Shinya occasionally seeing his content smile almost makes his stone face melt.
As Shinya eats his ice cream he scrapes a bit on his cheek, Tetsuya notices this and decides to get it off with his finger, “oh?” Shinya thanks him for this and expects that he would remove his hand soon after but he doesn’t,
instead, Tetsuya opts to rub it slowly he didn’t expect it to feel so smooth. “your skin is so smooth..” “ah, Tetsuya…” though his hands are rough it's also warm, and comforting. Shinya savors this gentle feeling but it is soon interrupted when…
“Ow!” Tetsuya pinches his cheek and with a smirk on his face says “your so soft!” with an irate look Shinya calls out to his winged companion, “cupid do something!” in response a tiny being swoops up to Tetsuya face and batters him with their tiny fist. It doesn't hurt but its just enough to be annoying “h-hey!” with a proud look on his face he flies back to Shinyas “you’ll pay for that!” “you’ll have to catch me!”
The sun shines, its rays illuminate them as they run throughout the park, enjoying a day where all their pains and burdens seem to lighten up, just a little bit.
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I enjoyed your musings on love poems. Have you written anything recently about cities? You should post more of your writing. It’s electric.
Electric. I'm not sure about that. Very kind.
On cities - yes. I'm working on a rehash of a piece I wrote about L.A (have been for a while). I might share it here. I'm not sure yet.
An extract:
Everyone I talk to is frustrated, every single person has an opinion, had waded through Skid Row even. Its rawness does not stop me from going Downtown. It does not stop me from seeing squalor unlike anything I have ever seen. It’s the Federal Government’s job, it’s the State’s prerogative, the County’s doing, the City’s fault, if citizens weren’t so nimby, if America wasn’t so capitalist, if Republicans were in power, if the Democrats just acted, if the drugs came off the street, if the drugs were legal, if housing was free, if they’d just stop being, then we could solve it, then all would be resolved.
The people of Skid Row migrate here. When the winter settles in New York many thousands will walk across America towards the sun, where they will join established slum communities and try to survive in a place that will overlook them. The centralisation of poverty in one place, the squeezing of the poor, produces a rare bitter juice that taints the mouths of all Angelinos. It is not lost on them, but I am shocked they do not act. I am told they are scared:
“L.A has had a large exodus in the past several years. Rampant crime, progressive politics that some believe is doing more harm than good, and exorbitant prices. And you see the backlash from people. People who have voted Democrat their entire life are now shifting. And can you blame them? When you get constant finger pointing and excuses for crime, homelessness, lack of prosecution, you lose the veil of deterrence. I've been lucky in where I live. But there are people who get stabbed, shot, punched in the face, harassed, etc and this happens in good neighbourhoods. L.A is HUGE, so you will naturally get politics playing a major role in everything, but it does seem like it's coming to a head soon. Police departments will not tolerate getting defunded and people will not tolerate crime. If prevailing winds start to shift one way or the other, get the popcorn out!” – Jamie, ex-divorce attorney and friend.
And:
Beyond it the City spreads to fit its county, absorbing once rural towns like Lakewood and Whittier as it grows. Held back only by geography, and even then, like a Virginia creeper, it climbs over and expands into the craggy valleys and brown gullies. The threat of an earthquake is the landscapes response. A threat that extends past Burbank and whiles its way down South Western Avenue, diffusing out slowly as it gets to Orange County. It circles the City State, amassing around what Rosecrans describes as Los Angeles’ 100-mile radius of influence. It is the cause of the L.A rush, the San Andreas nuisance that keeps Angelinos moving fast. And then one day, when L.A faces its ultimate shakedown, insurers and litigators will beat to battle stations, fingers will waggle, trembling signatures will be drawn on settlements, with Angelinos the only ones knowing who is to blame - the Fault that is at fault. Mutually assured destruction.
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Hey Jude I’m really struggling with a situation that stresses me out. So in March I became friend and started to hang out with this guy at uni. I introduced him to my other uni-friends and we hang out all together. So I noticed that he was very flirtatious with me and at the beginning I just acted as if nothing was happening. I then slowly started to develop feelings for him but I didn’t realized yet so in meantime I was seeing other people (he was doing the same btw). We used to text every day and spend hours in phone calls but everything changed when one night I was hanging out this girl (I’m bi) and I met him. He knew that I was dating her but I think seeing me with her in person was different for him. He started to distance himself and would take hours to answer a text so I stopped contacting him. We barely texted during the summer and when September started we started seeing each other again for the lessons. My feelings for him were clear now and I wasn’t seeing anyone else and he began to talk to me as he used to do (even if at the start he was a bit cold). After some weeks I decided to make a move and one time when we were alone I kissed him. He was surprised but not in a bad way and we decided to go on a date the same night, but after few hours he texted me that he couldn’t go anymore. The next day he showed up at uni and acted like nothing happened. Since he wasn’t talking about that I decided to not talk about that either. Until some weeks later we were alone on the train to go home and for a specific motif (who would take too much space to explain) I called out his behavior and called him a coward and other things and I finished by saying I wasn’t sure to be friends anymore. He stopped coming to uni (it’s been three weeks) and I didn’t contact him since. I have to add that his mother is really conservative and made him very clear that she wouldn’t tolerate him dating a bi girl (he said this one time during a call before he distanced himself) and I think me being bi is a problem to him (even if he would never admit that). This stresses me out because he eventually will come back to uni and he will stay constantly with me because we are in the same group.
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Hi there,
Thank you for reaching out to Asking Jude. I am sorry that you are struggling with this situation. Friend group dynamics can be challenging, especially if there is someone in the group with whom you are no longer friends. I would recommend setting and enforcing boundaries in your relationship with him. Boundaries are rules or parameters that you can set to keep yourself safe, and it can be anything that will help you feel more comfortable around him. For example, leaving a situation if he is being disrespectful towards you, or deciding to take some time away from your relationship with him if he does or says a certain thing.
Here is some additional information on boundaries: https://www.helpguide.org/articles/relationships-communication/setting-healthy-boundaries-in-relationships.htm.
Biphobia is a terrible issue in modern society, and I am sorry you are experiencing discrimination from someone close to you. If you feel comfortable, I would recommend talking to him. You may not receive the explanation or closure you want after this conversation, so try to prepare for the possibility of a negative reaction. If he refuses to change his mindset regarding bisexual people, it may be best to reevaluate your relationship with him.
Here are some general tips on how to have difficult conversations: https://www.mindful.org/how-to-navigate-difficult-conversations/.
Unfortunately, we cannot control the feelings and opinions of others, so it is important to not live for someone else’s approval or acceptance. Though it is a nice thing to have, it cannot be our only source of validation. Here are some tips on how to handle family and friends who are unaccepting of your sexuality: https://www.onemedical.com/blog/healthy-living/how-to-deal-unaccepting-family-if-youre-lgbtq/.
Try to recognize and accept all of your feelings, and understand that they are always valid. Thank you again for reaching out to Asking Jude, and I hope that some of this information was helpful. Please do not hesitate to reach out again.
Hang in there,
Andrea
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My biggest hobby is to learn new things each day. Part of my personal goal is to receive new understandings on life, people around me and myself. The truth is that my reasoning and understanding are incomplete/flawed. So many things to be discovered still. Currently, I’m focused on solving a riddle about myself and my future clean path.
I’m terrible at adulting. 😖 Well….based on my attempts so far. *sigh* It felt like my latest job attempt was my largest blunder. I was super upset that I was terminated after only a month in my position. I did have a few slip ups, but sadly there were too many hidden factors working against me.
I’m an implant from California that moved to Texas. There seems to be too many differences in the decorum and culture of the workplace I was in. Even if I was truly excited to learn and adjust myself for the position. 😭 I already knew my physical and mental health would be a balancing act like always, but…….in the end, I received little tolerance and no understanding. Actually when it comes to my health, I was taught to not share about it at work or to my superiors. It’s out of concern that people would be prejudice towards me. Which I believe is partly what happened with my last job, but instead for being a fresh implant from California. *sigh*
A path is slowly opening up to me though. I may need to go on permanent disability. In years previous, I did apply for it, but got denied. I was more “high functioning” then and viewed that route as giving up on working. Now that my mental health and circumstances have changed, it’s more possible that I’d get approved. It would be a large burden off my shoulders. It’s just been such a stressful number of years fighting against dark thoughts of feel inadequate. I deeply pray a resolution like this once will come to past very soon. In Jesus name, Amen!
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Dark Mornings and Frosty Nights.
January 15th
Andy flicked on the indicator, waking me from my doze just in time to see him turn up a long, tree-lined driveway. The lights of the distant buildings shone out through the gaps of a hedge that hid it from the road.
Home.
Halfway along, as dark pastures raced either side, we came to a gate with the words Riverstone Stud upon them in brass letters.
They swung open slowly and we drove through just as the second horsebox turned up the driveway.
"That's the boys behind us." Said Andy, stifling a yawn.
I looked in the mirror to see the bright lights of a large horsebox coming up the road. This one belonged to a friend of mine called Julie, who worked as a transporter. She was one of the few people I would trust with my horses and her beautiful horsebox was second only to mine in terms of horse comfort.
Andy parked and flicked a switch to turn the lights in the horse area from calming blue to normal.
There came a knock halfway up the passenger door.
I opened it, hoping I wouldn't knock the person who had done the knocking clean off their feet but Vick had the wherewithal to move out of the way.
She looked half frozen.
"Hey, where do you want me?" She asked.
Victoria Everwood, or Vick as I called her, was my business partner and close friend. She waddled towards me as I got down and I hugged her, rubbing her arms to warm her up.
"I have a spare jumper if you want it."
She shook her head.
"It's okay, I need to get moving that's all."
I knew she was just being stoic. I grinned and pointed her to Julie, who was just pulling down the ramp of her horsebox.
"Can you help her with the boys"
"Any excuse to try and steal Soul."
Andy was already in the back with the horses when I went round to help. He was whistling softly to himself, opening one partition and then the other with lead ropes slung over his shoulder.
I walked up and took a lead rope from Andy's shoulder.
Grace, the first horse to come out, snorted as I led her out and down the ramp. She stopped and looked around nervously.
I patted her neck.
"It's okay, girl. This is a new place but you're going to love living here with me."
Grace was the newest of my horses. She had been a rescue and was still nervous about new things and new places. As I had only had her for a couple of months, it was largely down to me to look after her as she did not like men and only tolerated Andy enough to let him put her food down and change her hay.
I walked her through an archway and left to an open stable door. Lights were on, and she seemed less apprehensive as I led her in and let her examine the big bed of shavings and the enticing haynet hanging in the corner.
I took off her headcollar, travel boots and tail bandage and stowed them in a box outside before taking her stable rug from its rail.
She was preoccupied with her hay and didn't care as I moved around her, putting it on and checking it was nice and comfortable for her.
"Have a sleep if you want," I said, rubbing her head as I made sure her water was full and not frozen.
Andy came past, leading Gaze who would be next to Grace.
Further down, separated by an archway leading to the indoor arena, were where the boys would live.
I had two stallions, both of whom were part-time stud horses and liked to act like fools around mares at times. The other horse that would live over there was my gelding Moon, who served as chaperone to the youngest of my stallions, Royal, who was very hot-blooded and still young.
I passed an empty stable on my way back. This was reserved for my first horse, Summer, who would get the principal spot on the yard as its queen.
Andy joined me at the back of the horsebox, where I had stopped to tie the laces of my boots.
River and Luna were next.
Luna was more than keen for a good roll and wanted to as soon as she got into her stable, but with the bribe of some treats in my pocket, she reluctantly waited until I had tightened her rug and taken off her tail bandage.
I looked over ths door as I left and found her rolling, flicking shavings everywhere.
I left Summer to Andy while I went to check on the boys on the other side of the archway.
Moon was drinking, already getting a good quantity of hay in the bucket. He gave me a slobbery nuzzle as I rubbed his face and fed him a treat.
"Yeah, I knew you would like it here."
Royal was eating and paid no attention to me.
Soul, on the other hand, was waiting for me with his head out of his door.
"How's my best boy?" I asked, playing with his ears as he sniffed my jacket. "Do you like it here? I bet you will when you get to go out in the field tomorrow. Then Andy will probably lunge you to keep you in shape while I'm at the Winters with River."
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Off the hook
At the end of a tally, Kiryll lasted about six months living in Garlemald before he found the need to go.
It was nice to be beyond the theorizers and grifters in Ul'dah that made profit off of the destruction, but the survivors at Senatus riled him especially.
They were badly in denial, and given enough aether and knowhow, he was sure they'd find a way to re-summon Anima on their own. Hadn't there been enough destruction? Even Zenos had no interest in it after enough of it.
Mettius did not like being told that.
"Say that again, Warrior of Light?"
It was supposed to be a light spot of tea, thanks for a recent supply delivery. The invitation had come from Gnaeus, for Kiryll, but Mettius had stuck his head into their room unbidden. It had been nice to have a small bit of privacy indoors.
Gnaeus was looking away, not wanting to face either of them.
Kiryll put down his teacup so no antiques would be destroyed in the ensuing violence on purpose or by his hand. "I said, not even Zenos would want Anima back."
"You say his name so casually, so easily," Mettius stated plainly.
"Not more easily than you tell yourselves Varis guides your every move, even when he clearly does not."
"How would you know that, you son of a traitor?"
Kiryll's usually pleasant expression replaced itself with knotted brows and bared teeth. "Do you really want to know?" Up until a few moments ago, he was ready to explain his affair with Varis to Gnaeus.
"You act like you're civilized, but you've got a snake's tongue, Antiqua."
"Not too much unlike the other Antiquas in the Senate," Gnaeus interjected. Mettius loved forgetting how famous Kiryll's family was, and how news of Darien Antiqua's pardoning had caused shockwaves throughout the Imperial upper echelons.
Learning the truth about their Emperor would break them, and even though Kiryll was agitated enough by Mettius's arrogance, determination was in short supply in the capital. Kiryll had wanted to work to slowly talk one of them down from the thing that had ultimately killed Varis - stubbornness, so they could talk the other down, and for a larger group to come together and for reality to get through to more people. He couldn't blame them for wanting some sense of stability, but since it was born in denial, he could not let them off the hook.
Mettius huffed and left the room. He wasn't invited in the first place, but Gnaeus stayed Kiryll from barking after him with a peaceful gesture.
"How do you tolerate him?" Kiryll asked him.
"He reminds me of the confidence we all used to have. Sometimes we pull through things on his momentum alone. Like a fast enough train over unsure tracks."
"And what will become of you when he doesn't look where he's going before he's in motion?" Kiryll was very tired of trains. Tired of the metaphor, tired of seeing them in ruins, tired of taking one into Babil Tower weekly to drive out monsters that could be purged if they just took to committing to dismantling the tower.
"You assume he has much more power than he does." Gnaeus was very delicate with his mannerisms. Large, and somewhat reminiscent of Varis himself, it was charming on him. Kiryll thinks that's why he liked him.
"Does he have the key to every door around here, too?"
"I prefer to keep few secrets from him. There's no point."
So, if Kiryll told Gnaeus about Varis, he may as well be telling Mettius, too. Only the twins and Jullus knew. And possibly Lucia and maybe Maxima, but he hadn't told them firsthand. The tea was good, one of the few niceties the people of Senatus had for themselves. Kiryll finished his so as not to be wasteful, though he did get a look of defeat in his eyes.
"We do appreciate the supplies. I do, and he does. He's just too proud to say it."
Kiryll knew any argument he'd get into would be circular at this point, so he put down the cup and saucer and moved to get up and get his coat. "Things being what they are, I shall take my leave. Until next time."
"So soon? You looked like you had something more to say..."
"Don't worry about it. Just stay warm."
He possessed the power to destroy them, but he stayed his hand for now, because he felt like being merciful, and because he felt like it would be more annoying to be there any longer than he had to be today.
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