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saffronapplemanga · 1 year

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Recent Read Manga Recommendation Round Up (plus anime!) - Part 3

Manga/anime I’ve been enjoying recently! Links to part 1 and part 2.

Twitter link to this post here.

~Links to my other manga posts~ My personal favs/ones I super enjoyed will have a ✨ on them :)

PLEASE LOOK UP ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS!

CRIME, ACTION, DRAMA

✨GANGSTA. by Kohske

(8 volumes + chapters released past vol.8, hiatus)

Available in English

Please check out my dedicated post I linked for this series. I worked super hard on it!

If you take one recommendation from this list, let it be GANGSTA. I’m begging… This series is going in my all-time favs. I have a whole “Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out” section in my dedicated post, so definitely take a look at that! But in short: Do you enjoy great character writing? A diverse, adult cast featuring different races and disability rep (deaf MC)? A gritty setting? A FOUND FAMILY OF DORKS?

I'm obsessed and I'm making it my mission to take as many of you down with me as possible...

TIME TRAVEL, SUPERNATURAL

Link Click directed by Li Haoling

(24 Episodes - Season 2 Coming Soon)

Link Click is a donghua from Studio LAN and streamed on Bilibili — the Chinese streaming service that I do some subs for, if you're unfamiliar with them — as well as Funimation. I enjoyed the art, animation, and atmosphere. The premise is that two guys working at a print shop time travel through photos to help their clients. And who doesn't love a trio of kids with a big-hearted jokester, the quiet, mature one, and a feisty girl who reins them in? I think this is my first donghua and I enjoyed it!

Plus, the opening and ending themes are pretty slick ->

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Season 1 Opening Theme - Adding it to the playlist.

MECH, POLITICAL, SCHOOL

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury by Yatate Hajime

(12 Episodes + Prologue - Season 2 currently airing)

Let me tell you about me and Gundam.

I used to work at a translation company in Tokyo where I translated some Gundam figure commercials/interviews (which are currently privated on Youtube, unfortunately) amongst other things. I'm telling you guys, every time I walked into the office and saw an email from Bandai/TAMASHII NATIONS with a new Gundam translation request in my inbox, I would cry a lot little inside. I had never watched anything Gundam and didn't know what the heck was going on in the stuff I had to translate. There was this one interview with a figure designer where I was like, "Oh, you have to be a Gundam fan to understand what the heck he's talking about..." I remember me, another translator, and our editor staring at our screens exasperated. We managed, though. Big shoutout to the Gundam Wiki — not that I understood anything from it LOL.

If you told me back then that I would enjoy a Gundam thing, I would've laughed — but here I am, enjoying a Gundam thing. I'm not into mechs, even though I think robots/robot-adjacent stuff + space are cool. Still, I could never get into mechs for some reason. So if you're like me, try The Witch from Mercury. Our MCs are these two girls who end up engaged to each other in a rather hilarious way imo, with a colorful cast of supporting characters. The political themes I hear Gundam is known for really hooked me, and I LOVE how the kids handle a situation they end up in. I won't say more so as not to spoil it, but I think this is a great entry point for Gundam newbies!

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Season 1 Opening Theme - Am I turning into a Gundam fan? Wild. Who would've thought the day would come? What if I start getting into Gunpla? A slippery slope, really.

SLICE OF LIFE, SCHOOL

✨Skip and Loafer by Takamatsu Misaki

(8 volumes, ongoing) + Season 1 Anime

Available in English

I remember seeing volume one of this series at the bookstore I frequented in Ikebukuro Station when it had just come out. Sooooo many times, I almost picked it up over the years. But I always passed because I was swamped with work, school, and current reads.

Now, I have a little more time on my hands, and the new anime adaptation has so much love put into it! A great coming-of-age story following young Mitsumi as she moves to the big city for school. This series is so wholesome, it's cavity-inducing.

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This opening is the most delightful thing~

SLICE OF LIFE

Hotel Metsäpeuraan e Youkoso by Fukuta Seira

(2 volumes, ongoing)

JP only

In the mountains of Finland is a hotel run by two men. One day they see a young man outside in a snowstorm, and bring him inside. The men can tell that teenager Jun seems to have a heavy past and offer him a job and place to stay at the hotel.

Super cute, wholesome, and has great found family vibes!

SLICE OF LIFE, FOOD

Samenai Machi no Kisaten by Hasha

(2 volumes, complete)

JP only

A chill read with a touch of melancholy. At the end of each chapter is a recipe! The art is very cute and pleasing.

DYSTOPIAN, SCI-FI

✨Fool Night by Yasuda Kasumi

(6 volumes, ongoing)

JP only

In the future, the sky is blacked out, not allowing any sun through. To survive, technology has been developed to turn people into plants. I'm in love with the art and atmosphere of this series. I can't wait to read more!

ROMANCE

Gakusou by Tsurimaki Nodoka

(oneshot)

JP only

This is a super short one-chapter oneshot. Cute little read with lovely art! By the same author as 聖血の海獣/Seiketsu no Kemono, a 3-volume manga I've been meaning to read.

LGBTQ+, DRAMA, COMEDY

To Strip The Flesh by Tooda Oto

(oneshot/anthology)

Available in English

An anthology that has some funny stories, and some that made me feel too seen...

DYSTOPIAN, SCI-FI, CRIME, ACTION, POLITICAL

✨PSYCHO-PASS by Urobuchi Gen

Check anilist for all content because the seasons, movies, manga, light novels, and watch order are a little all over the place.

The Psycho-Pass: Inspector Shinya Kogami manga is available in English from publisher Dark Horse.

Set in the future, Japan has implemented a surveillance state that measures people's psyche and flags anyone with the potential to do crime, even if they have not done anything or will never have done anything.

I watched season one back when it first came out in 2012. Since then, I would see ads for new content at the train stations in Japan and thought I’d catch up. There’s a new movie, PSYCHO-PASS PROVIDENCE, releasing May 12, 2023.

I've been having a lot of dumb, edgy fun with this series and its on-the-nose political themes. It's kinda camp-y? I do wish it spent more time on character moments, though.

I love me a trio (which seems to be a theme in this round-up lol) and this series has a good trio! Akane is such a great character, and Shinya and MY BOY GINOZA NOBUCHIKA!!! have been thoroughly entertaining me.

I love him. I wanna bully him and stuff him into a locker...

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elvendria · 1 year

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NOTICING YOU - e.m x fem reader Part Three

tw: Reader is a cynic who doesn't believe in love, Claudia Henderson isn't the best :/ (is that a trigger? idk.), big sister acts like a parent, smoking, insomniac (??kinda if you squint??), swearing, jealous!Eddie (if you squint), pet names

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

Y/N'S POV

"So, were you able to get through to someone to get your car fixed?" Mom asked. I told her the conversation I had over the phone with Eddie and explained that he'd be here first thing in the morning to collect the car and take it to the shop.

"First thing? But they're always swamped with cars on a Saturday. I thought you wouldn't get seen till Sunday, Monday at the latest." Mom said.

"Same here," I attempted to stifle a yawn but failed. "I've to be up early so uh... goodnight." I turned around and walked away.

I was never close with Mom, and then things kicked off with Dad.

I guess it was then I realised I wasn't as close with either of my parents as I had thought.

I padded down the hall towards Dustin's room in my bare feet, the feeling of the cool wood underneath my feet relaxing me with each step. I passed by my room to see Tews sitting on my bed cleaning herself. I hate that cat and I have no idea why my mom loves it so much.

That's not to say all cats are bad, I just don't like this particular cat.

Knocking on Dustin's bedroom, I waited to hear him say "It's open," before opening it slightly and sticking my head around the door.

"Goodnight boys," I smiled at them, all gathered around together talking about god knows what.

Mike, Will and Lucas will always feel like little brothers to me, I've known them so long. It felt weird seeing them as a trio, and a part of me missed seeing Will around the place. I hope he's happy in California.

"Night Y/n!"

"Thanks for letting us stay over!"

"Sleep. Soon." I said pointedly, "Just because you're in high school now does not mean you are to be up all night. You'll just end up being super tired tomorrow."

"But can't we just have-" Dustin started.

"Dustin the last time you had coffee you went nuts. Not happening again under my watch." I said, leaving the room

"Technically we're under Mom's watch," He mumbled back defeatedly.

I stuck my head back around the door, giving him a look that blatantly said 'Really? Moms' watch? Have you ever even met our mother?' before he groaned causing me to laugh as I exited the room.

Sometimes I love to play the authoritative big sister card just to mess with him, it can really piss him off.

I didn't know how what time 'first thing' was, I'm grateful and all but couldn't he be a bit more specific? Either way, I was going to need to get to sleep so I could wake up early. I set my alarm for 7:30 am, which isn't even a time that should exist on a Saturday morning, so I could get up and be ready for when he calls. I had switched off the handbrake and managed to push the car till it was outside my house. Could've done with Robin's freakishly strong arms but she had her Family Video shift, plus I'm fairly sure I earned a few muscles of my own.

Changing into a pair of old biker shorts and an oversized misfits t-shirt, I crawled into my bed and lay on my side, willing sleep to come, but my head was so full of thoughts it was like there was no switching it off. I lay like that until I could hear everyone in bed, and the faint sound of my mother's snoring echoed through the halls.

When I was certain that she was asleep, I snuck out of the house and sat on the swing bench on our porch, curling my knees up to my chest underneath my shirt and resting my head on them.

There was something about the nighttime, the way the town went silent. As a kid, I used to believe that because it was so quiet, everyone would be able to hear the slightest noise you make. On nights like these, I sometimes wonder the same thing.

Except now I know about science and the speed of sound, so the idea is a complete fantasy.

Sitting on the bench, lighting up a cigarette from my stash that kept my hands slightly warm. I looked out at the sky, not seeing a single star. Not seeing anything but the faint glow of the street lamps from down the road. There was a faint breeze that wrapped around my ankles now and again, but other than that it was a warm night, unusually warm for October.

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I sat there until I could see orange streaks beginning to paint the sky. So much for trying to get some sleep. I unfolded myself from the swing and walked to my room, careful not to wake anyone. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 7 am. I could try and get a 30-minute nap in but knowing me, I'd sleep past my alarm.

I took a shower, scrubbing the smell of the night air off my skin. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel the steam rise around me, but I didn't have the time. I turned off the water, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and then made my way to my room to start getting ready.

I debated drying my hair but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with the frizz today (I never am). Pulling on a low-cropped white shirt, black ripped jeans and combat boots, I got changed and grabbed some cereal before sitting on the couch and reading. By the time Eddie pulled up, my hair was almost dry but still damp in places.

The doorbell rang and I looked at my mother, not surprised to find her fawning over that stupid cat once again. I got up and answered the door, a part of me freaking out before remembering why he was here.

"Hi," I said quietly, fear washing over me as I suddenly realised this was my first time talking to Eddie, face to face.

"Hey," he replied equally as sheepish. Was something wrong? Had I done something?

His eyes moved down towards my exposed waistline, and I desperately wanted to grab a hoodie to cover up.

He must've found the shitty brown carpet very fascinating because he couldn't seem to look away from it. "So the truck is parked out front, I've hooked your car up to it and everything, I just need you to come down to the shop to fill out some stuff." He told me. I figured I'd have to go to the mechanics at some stage today, I just didn't think it would be so soon.

"Do you want a coffee or something before we go?" I pointed my thumb towards the kitchen, the mannerisms that my grandmother drilled into me coming into play again. He looked up, our eyes holding each other and suddenly I felt like there was a magnetic in each of his eyes, drawing me in closer.

From where we were standing you could see beside the kitchen, where my mom was sitting there, talking to Tews like it was a human baby.

"Uhm, maybe some other time?" He said, suppressing a grin.

"Yeah sure,"

Had I just 'yeah sure' d the idea of coffee with Eddie Munson?

"I'll grab my mom's car keys, just hang on two seconds." I turned towards the living room where my Mom was sitting, combing the cat with an old comb of mine.

"Um, there's room up the front of the truck if you want to ride up there with me?" He asked me, "It might be a bit easier."

I turned one more time to look at my mother, who was now singing lullabies to this freaky cat before agreeing.

God, I miss Mews. Now that was a cat who did not like to be coddled.

Just as I was about to pull the door behind me, my mother called out. "Remember you're trying on dresses for homecoming this afternoon! We'd better hurry or all the good ones will be sold out!"

My heart dropped and I wanted to strangle her. I prayed to whoever was up there that Eddie hadn't heard her.

I threw my book bag over my shoulder, I never liked to leave home without it. He opened the car door for me and waited till I was in okay before running to check that everything was hooked up properly. While I was waiting for him, I sat noticing all the little details in it. Things like his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, or a few jumbled-up mix-tapes sitting in the glove box and in the pockets on the driver-side door. A black bandana was thrown across the dashboard, most likely the one that Eddie carries around all the time.

What surprised me most was the pack of hair ties hidden underneath his rolling papers. Although I guess when you have as much hair as he does and work as a mechanic, tying it up is more of an occupational precaution.

He opened his door and threw off his coat before jumping in. He grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back, and I tried my hardest not to look as every muscle in his arm flexed. Made all the more visible by his grey muscle shirt, his tattoos on full display.

"Buckled up?" He asked me, I nodded as I closed the seat belt around myself. He did the same and then started up the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel and another on the gear stick, right next to my knee. Every so often there'd be a bump in the road and his knuckles would graze against my jeans or my exposed knee, sending off shocks from where he touched me.

The silence was deafening, the only noise coming from the metal music on his radio. It was a bunch of different bands which made me think it was a mix-tape. I was going to say something, compliment the music, but Eddie beat me to the punch before I could open my mouth.

"So, you're going to homecoming?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road. There was a tone to his words that I couldn't quite decipher, almost nervous.

"Um. Yeah," I fidgeted with my hands in my lap. "last year and all that, figured I'd see what all the fuss was about while I still can."

"And uh," His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes unwavering from the road ahead, "and do you have a date?"

My chest tightened and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe given the thickness of the air around us.

"No, it's just me and Robin," I said lowering my head, suddenly very fascinated by my hands, "We'll probably both just sit on the bleachers till 10 pm before figuring out some way home."

"Good," he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I had so many questions, but a few stuck out in my mind.

Was he happy I wasn't bringing a date? Or that I wouldn't be dancing?

"Are you going?" Why had I asked that?

"No, it's uh," He chuckled slightly, "Not really my scene,"

I don't know why my blood felt cold and my heart sank as he said this, but they did.

Master of Puppets by Metallica came on, and I started tapping my foot quietly, letting the questions and feelings fade with every strum of the guitar. Dad hated this song, but I always thought it was a good one. Hearing it again after so long caused goosebumps to make their way across my skin.

"Come Crawling Faster,"

I thought I was singing under my breath, but that last line came out louder than expected. I sat there and prayed he hadn't heard me.

"Obey Your Master," He sang back, a smirk plastered on his face.

His voice sent tingles down my spine and makes the hair on my arms stand upright, leaving me with goosebumps all over my skin. He was so close to me that I was almost certain he could feel the tension rising within me.

He looked like he was going to say something, but then we turned onto the gravel path leading up to the mechanics, and the moment was gone.

Why does he make me feel like this, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Crushes are for girls in middle school and people with their heads in the clouds.

Maybe it was just because he was helping me out with the car. Yeah, people find plumbers and firefighters hot all the time, it's just because they're providing a service.

Not that I find Eddie hot. I mean he is very attractive, and when he stretches his arms it makes me feel all weird inside, but I am most certainly not attracted to Eddie.

The truck came to a halt outside the workshop. Eddie jumped out of the truck and rushed around to my side just as I was opening the door.

"Here, it's a bit of a step-down. I'll give you a hand." He said. I swung both of my feet out as he held the back of my arm with his large hand, and I would've been fine.

But I'm me, and I have to fill my daily awkward quota.

I started to climb down, my back to Eddie as I side-stepped out of the van, the coldness of his rings sending mini shockwaves from where he held my arm and wrist when my ankle went from under me, making me fall sideways.

I squinted my eyes, sure that I was going to hit the pavement. An absolute goner that was going to end up in the hospital before dying of pure embarrassment. But the ground never came to meet me.

Instead, I was pulled tight against something, a pair of arms wrapped around my back and legs. It felt like all the breath had left my body, and a strong smell of cigarettes and sandalwood filled my nose.

I opened my eyes as Eddie gripped me to his chest, looking down at me as he held me bridal style. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his dark orbs explored my face.

I don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but he rubbed his finger in circles across my knee where his hand gripped my leg. The air felt electric, almost as if it could shock us both if we moved. His arm was on my back and I was glad it wasn't a few inches lower.

I was almost certain his dark eyes flickered down to my lips and lingered for a second, before quickly returning to look me in the eye.

We looked at each other in silence. I felt his hot breath fan my face and caught the smell of mint. I was almost certain he was going to say something, but he just cleared his throat.

"Sorry,"

"Are you okay?" He said at the same time as me.

"Oh uh. I'm okay." I stammered through my words, "Thank you."

We looked at each other again, and a small part of me didn't want him to put me down, but that idea was quickly erased from my mind when Eddie cleared his throat again, gradually lowering me till I was on my feet. I could tell that the awkwardness I was feeling was mutual as we both shuffled our feet.

The workshop was on the other side of town, it was a long walk home without the car, and I didn't want to trouble Eddie with driving me home. But it was like he was reading my mind because the next thing he said was,

"You should come in and sit down," He motioned to the desk and chair beside him, piled high with paperwork. "It's supposed to rain on and off all day. I'll drive you home after I take a look at this baby." He unhooks the car from the truck before pushing it into the shop.

"Oh, thanks. You don't have to." I replied, moving towards the desk and placing down my book bag, desperate to keep the nerves out of my voice.

"My pleasure." He smiled.

He bent into the driver's side, fiddling for something.

"Oh, there's a knack for popping the hood, here I can-" I started, but before I could finish he had done it, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie looked at me, and suddenly the concrete floor became very interesting, "Just a bit of pressure and some elbow grease should do the trick." He says, climbing back out of the car.

He opens up the hood and takes a look as I sit down and place my bag on my lap. I want to ask if he minds me doing homework, but I don't want to look like I'm ignoring him or being rude.

"Ok so, " he started, and I suddenly felt a drop in my stomach. What if my baby was fucked, and I could never drive her again? What if all she was good for anymore was spare parts? I was so worked up about never being able to drive my girl again that I completely forgot about the guy inspecting her.

My freak out must've been clear on my face because Eddie's face became very soft and gentle,

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, it's only a faulty spark plug and wire casings. You're alignments a bit off and your transmission is failing, but it's nothing I can't fix for you. There are some other things here and there that I'll need to get some parts for, and no offence but your car is an older model so it might take a while to get them all." He gave me a small smile, easing my nerves slightly. Eddie sounded like he knew what he was doing, so clearly he did. Right?

"I'll be honest, none of that makes sense," I said, as he walks around and pulls out the chair for me. He's surprisingly chivalrous, opening car doors and pulling out chairs. I don't know what I expected him to be like, but it wasn't this. "I don't think she's ever been looked at after Dad renovated her." I sat in the chair and wonder why I ever thought my dad was a reliable person as Eddie walks into what I assume is a storage closet.

"Here," he says, handing me a radio and a box of tapes that were just around, "Pick out some music, I wanna see what you choose." He had put the car on a lift earlier and was in the process of raising her, a skateboard and toolbox beside him. Once he was happy she was at a reasonable height he dropped to his knees beside the board, then flipped himself over so he was lying flat against it, using it to push himself under the car.

I was flicking through the mix tapes he had when one stood out to me. Dad used to play it for Dustin as a kid, which in hindsight seems a bit weird but at the time it made him laugh and dance like crazy.

Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions started to echo around the building, and I hesitantly pulled out my economics textbook and attempted to try and understand this nonsense they tried to teach us, while Eddie just silently bopped his foot along to the tempo.

Silence passed between us as I attempted to do homework and Eddie tried to fix my car, the only sound surrounding us being the music from Eddie's radio. Once homework was completed I started on a piano lesson plan for Joanna Kelly, a girl who lived down the street from us, I gave her parents a discount given how nice they were to myself and Dustin growing up.

When that was over, I slyly pulled out a math notebook and began to work out my expenses. Eddie could try and sugarcoat it as much as he wants, but I knew this service wasn't going to be cheap. I mean, needing to get replacement parts? It's got to cost at least $2000+, which is definitely more than I make teaching kids how to play twinkle twinkle and three blind mice. I'd landed a job over the summer at the Hawkins Hypnotic Record Store, but only as a way to save up for college.

Now I'll have to apply for scholarships if I want any hope of getting into somewhere decent. That meant taking on more extracurriculars and writing a killer college essay.

Ms Kelly had advertised on the intercom the other week about finding someone to help out in the front office for extra credit. Looks like I was going to be taking her up on it.

I'm barely going to have time to breathe let alone sleep.

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Listening to Eddie banging and crashing around the car had me nervous, but only a small bit. Eddie knew what he was doing, his uncle didn't seem like the kind of guy to give Eddie a job based on familial connections.

Suddenly Eddie comes flying out from under the car, grease and oil covering his face and sweat glistening along his arms, his tattoos practically shining.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts about how much this was going to cost me that I didn't even notice him talking to me.

"Hey, Y/n?" He asked with a touch of confusion, "Hellooo?"

My head snapped to look at him, his voice bringing me to my senses.

"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind. Worrying about stuff y'know?"

He rubbed the grease off his face with a cloth and a soft grin, his eyes closed. I took this moment to examine him a bit further. He looked like he had strong arms, and his tattoos were kinda impressive and cool. I heard he paid his friend a 3 months supply of weed, and they did them with a pin and some type of ink.

But I don't know if any of that is real.

"What does a pretty girl like you have to be worrying about?"

Pretty girl.

The words bounced around my stomach before settling between my thighs. I squeezed them together as if on instinct, the words rolling over my skin like waves.

I remained silent, not too sure how to answer that, my mind was blank as I tried to ignore the sudden throbbing I felt.

A few moments pass by and Eddie sits up and looks at me, his hair coming loose from the hair tie.

"Hey, could you pass me the wrench? It's on the counter over there, it's the one with the round-"

"I know what a wrench looks like Eddie, I'll grab it now," I said shuffling around to the counter to look for it, silently loving the way his name felt on my tongue

5, maybe 6 minutes pass, and I've no luck. I had handed him a wrench, but apparently, it wasn't the right wrench. So now I was back staring at a workspace full of stupid tools with stupid names.

I hadn't even heard Eddie come up behind me until I felt his breath.

"Here, let me help" He spoke softly, "It's the least I can do,"

I wanted to tell him that he was fixing my car, and it was the least I could do to find the stupid wrench when suddenly his hand was on my waist as he moved to step beside me. His fingertips brushed off me like tiny flames searing into the exposed skin, and I knew what was coming next.

I tried to resist it, believe me. But I can't help it. I've never been able to, it's my number one weakness. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I braced myself.

His fingers trailed along the base of my back. I managed to suppress the moan, but that was about it. Like always I arched my back and jerked sideways in a fit of the most unattractive laughs you can picture.

Eddie didn't have to pull his hand away, I had already squirmed from his grip as he looked at me stunned. A toothy grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms.

"What was that?" He said laughing slightly.

Looking at him laugh made me laugh more. It was like someone flipped my giddy switch. I turned to the countertop and bent over on it, determined to catch my breath with my hands clasped behind my head.

"Oh god," I said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I just have a really ticklish back."

I couldn't see his face, but when he spoke he whispered,

"Heh, yeah," He said lowly, "That's definitely a first. I'll try not and accidentally tickle you in the future." I felt like he was grinning, but I was too embarrassed now to even look him in the eye.

I nearly made a potential sex noise in front of Eddie Munson.

After a bit of silence, I hear him say "Found it, it was a torque wrench I was looking for, sorry for the confusion."

His voice had become very soft, and once again we were wrapped in silence, only now it wasn't uncomfortable.

As the day went on, and while I was fretting over how I was going to pay for my car and most of the house bills, a few people came in to drop off their cars, barely exchanging words with the guy classed as the town freak. Eddie didn't look too bothered as they tossed him their keys before turning on their heel and walking away, but something told me deep down it annoyed him.

But what could I do? I doubt he'd want any consolation from me, he barely knows me.

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"Well, from the looks of things, the repairs shouldn't take more than 3 to 4 weeks. Maybe 5." He told me, which downhearted me slightly, I mean a whole month without my car? Maybe more? That was a whole month getting the bus to school, adding an extra touch of hell onto the day.

"Oh, okay. Would you be able to give me a rough idea of the price? It's ok if you can't, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I gave him a slight smile and watched curiously as he looked to the ground and walked behind the counter. He almost looked nervous.

"It's not going to be cheap, as you probably guessed, but luckily for you," He released a breath that sounded like he had been holding onto it for a while, resting his fist underneath his face "Flattery works with me."

I gave a small chuckle, relieved that he was easing the tension.

"I'll write up a docket next time you're here, we can sort something out then." He said calmly, moving to sit back in his chair. Meanwhile, my heart had started beating a mile a minute.

"Next time I'm here?" I asked curiously

"Yeah, next time you're free and I'm working on your car. It's kind of nice to have someone around who appreciates good music," He was flipping through papers on the countertop, and I was praying he didn't look up anytime soon and see the mixture of surprise and confusion on my face. He looked at the clock on the wall behind him and I saw that I had spent the whole day here, and it was almost 9 pm.

"C'mon it's getting late. Plus now you definitely can't walk home, it's too dark. My car is parked out front, I'll give you a lift." He pulled his keys off the rack and threw on his jacket that he took in from the back of the van earlier.

"Um, thanks. Means a lot." And suddenly I was back to tripping over my words in front of him.

He likes having me around?

He appreciates my music taste?

Edward Munson, what are you doing to me?

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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kinopioa · 6 months

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Lmao I can tell the desperation and paranoia coming from your side I very much doubt I love the part where you leave out the podcasts where he thinks some of a lot of early archie was "a mistake" but then again what do I expect from a side who are so desperate for someone to agree with them.

mkay

Looking in the 2015-2023 Masterlist for Bumblekast for questions...

-2019;

Bumblekast 102: 45:25

Ian, going back to your pre super genesis wave run on the Archie comics I noticed that the way you wrote Sonic seemed different from the way you’ve written him since. Sonic is much more aggressive, arrogant, and hot headed. He is much more likely to resort to violence like running across the continent to ram into Eggman and then laughing about it or threatening Eggman with a 5 minute head start. Of course Eggman is a villain, but it’s a very sharp contrast to his usual light hearted attitude in your later comics. Sonic was also egotistical in the case of the Tails and Fiona situation. He’s very often scowling or annoyed with friends and foes alike, and very often undermines authority and boasts about it. I wanted to know what was your reasoning for taking the character in this direction or was this never your intention in the first place? Either way I think it gave the character an nice level of depth to balance out his usual attitude, so thank you.

He says this is due to older writers turning him into an unlikeable jock to his buds that he had to be consistent with, though I very much disagree. Sonic insulting close allies was a Flynn creation, exception for Knuckles for Knucklehead shit when they first fought. Which stopped fairly quickly

Even Penders' run you don't see him dismiss his friends like this badly, when they were literally fighting for his integrity

It's bizarrely the only instance of him saying something in old Archie was bad that year, and it's moreso his writing

Other years were fairly lax but

2020;

Bumblekast 108;

Lawsuit aside, the [Early] Era of the [Archie Sonic] comic was known for its extreme melodrama; was this something you deliberately tried to avoid in your approach to the comics?

He says that it was common fan complaint, so he said he opted for more action. Then said fans complained there was too much action

Again kinda wrong, cuz his run was absolutely swamped with melodrama (House of Cards was planned to be longer too!), and IDW similarly pulls that shit frequently

July 27th: 12:41

What are your thoughts on issue 94 of Archie Sonic and the idea of sonic And the Other freedom fighters going to School ? My opinion on the issue is Sonic going to school at that point in time in the book history was an Extremely a bad idea especially when Eggman is still alive and kicking plus they didn’t need to go to school and they could’ve written issue 94 about sonic and Co. getting jobs The whole issue Felt like I was reading a fanfic

A rare instance of him saying a pre 160 issue storyline is bad, but he cites that being more on editorial being severely out of touch, not writer. Nor does he specify any writer

I dunno anon, he doesn't hate old Archie, even if objectively convoluted

But ah well

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milfzatannaz · 2 months

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How did you start reading comics?

do you read using readcomicsonline.com or you buy physical copies?

ooh my comic journey makes me really nostalgic! I was super into x-men and marvel and I joined my school’s comic book club, so our grown ass sponsor taught us freshmen how to pirate comics 😭😭 by the time I was 15 I was reading voraciously- I read a TON of Claremont’s x men (which my tiny 15 yr old brain could not comprehend), Saga, and misc marvel shit I’ve seen forgotten about.

then my interests pivoted the next summer so by the time I was 16 I was into DC. I really only read cursory nightwing stuff and a lot of Batman and Robin (the 2011 run is still v nostalgic for me). basically I was an insufferable batfam weirdo

so by the time I was 19 I had taken a break from comics for awhile- I got rlly into game of thrones tv for awhile. lol. but I happened to miss comics so I thought I’d dive back into Batman- but instead I watched JLD 2017, and well, the rest is history lol???

and I both buy and pirate comics. Pirating comics is rlly vital bc those sites have scans of comics that never got reprinted, like Zatanna: Come Together. but I also, imo, have a pretty neat collection. I have a Hellblazer #1, #27, and #51, Swamp Thing #49, Sandman #3, #8 all of A Game of You in singles, and both of Death’s miniseries collected as singles. Plus all of Come Together, hehe! My most prized possession is my signed sandman, though. Maybe one day I’ll do a collection roundup?

#sorry this was way too long #answered

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since we’re on the theme of summer…. maybe a going on vacation w the cast, partying w them, etc. you’ve been writing so much it’s crazy!! <3

I literally have a HORRIBLE sleep schedule, and finished up with school for the summer, and for some reason it really doesn’t take me super long to write/edit a lot of stuff! But thank you so much🫶

Being on Vacation with the guys 🫶🏖

Johnny

The Jackass crew decided to take a trip somewhere to relax after a hard year of filming and just wanted to go somewhere to have fun for the week.

Your boyfriend convinced everyone to go to Jamaica, for the beach, night clubs, drinks, and scenery. Plus he’d get to see you in a swimsuit or short dress all week.

Dancing with him at the night clubs, the neon lights reflecting off his raybans, hands on your hips as your back was against his chest on the center of the dance floor.

Getting tipsy and skinny dipping in the ocean at 3am when everyone else went to bed

Watching him surf during the day, him trying to teach you

Him taking lots of pictures of you on the trip, saying “you’re too pretty right now to not remember forever sweetheart 🥺”

Chris

You, Chris, and Steveo were in Australia for an episode of Wildboyz

You and Chris decided to stay for an extra week to explore more without having to worry about filming stuff

Going to a zoo so you can hold koalas, and him asking if you guys could bring one home

Watching the sunset every night, because you guys would sleep through the sunrise everytime

Him trying to talk in an Australian accent, and it sounding horrible

“I love being here with you baby, I’m so glad you came with us🥺”

Going to a bar on the beach late at night and ending up sitting outside on the beach tipsy, slow dancing to the quiet music softly pouring out of the bar, and the splash of the ocean being the only other sound.

Ryan

He said you could pick where you would go for vacation, so you chose Greece. Some of the other guys even chose to tag along with you guys

Trying all the food

He’d bring you coffee in the morning, scoop you up still wrapped in blankets from the bed, and sit you on his lap out on the balcony of your hotel so you guys could watch the sunrise

“It’s almost as pretty as you are honey” he’s mumble while kissing your head as you watched the sun come up over the water.

Lounging on the beach, and taking boat rides around the islands

Making him watch mamma mia once on the trip, him insisting he hated it, even tho you caught him tapping his foot to the music and even humming along

Bam

You guys were all in Louisiana for Jackass, and you and bam decided to drive south for the weekend to New Orleans

Trying too many drinks and visiting all the cool bars down in the city

“You know how you can get those beads right?” He asked while you guys walked the streets during a parade, raising an eyebrow and chuckling

Going for skateboard rides with him around the city where it wasn’t completely crowded

Exploring the city late at night when the bars and clubs were full of life, and even more music was being played on the streets.

“We should come back down here more often”

Having to drag him to a swamp tour boat ride because he was scared of the snakes out in the swamp.

#johnny knoxville #bam margera #ryan dunn #chris pontius #jackass #jackass forever #jackass 3d #jackass number two #headcanon #jackass fic #anon request

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wickedwitchofthewilds · 6 months

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Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Thank you for the tag @fluffleforce-mysdrym

When did you post your first-ever fanfic?

I don't remember the first year I ever posted fanfic but I do remember it was a Batman and Robin one I never finished and I posted it to ffnet. The year I started writing fanfic (writing anything honestly) on a regular basis, was 2017 and I upload to AO3 now.

First Character(s) you wrote?

I wrote an original character for the B&R fic that I don't remember much about, so I think fanfic wise, I'd have to go with Makenna for the Blood Queen fic. She was Dragon Age Inquisition OC and a play on the MGiT tag.

For original work, the one I remember with the most clarity was from a weird reincarnation and vampire story with Ariadne and Dionysus that I wrote in middle school. Reincarnated Ariadne who had no idea that she was, was my first character.

Main Character(s) you're currently writing?

For fanfic, I'm currently in the BG3 brainrot and I'm writing mostly about Rhea and Astarion, plus the rest of the crew.

For original stuff, I'm going to be working on the third installment in my dark fantasy series which follows Deirdre: a fat, genderfluid character that is also the embodiment of death.

Character(s) you haven't written about before but plan to soon?

I don't know how soon is soon, but I have a bard, Aoife, I'd like to write some stuff for.

Fandom(s) you're currently writing?

Baldur's Gate for now. I'm probably going to have to drop my fanfic for NaNo though because I don't think I'll be able to juggle both projects.

Platonic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

In my current BG3 fic, Rhea, Karlach, and Wyll are going to be best friends.

Romantic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Rhea/Astarion that will eventually turn into Rhea/Astarion/Halsin and Rhea/Karlach

Your top AO3 tags?

Smut (25), Vaginal Sex (17), Established Relationship (16)

Current platform you use for posting?

I pretty much post exclusively on AO3 for fanfic, I might sometimes post stuff on here too if it's not super long but I lose track of posts too often on here so I usually stick with AO3

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

The sound stopped. Footsteps approached. She leaned over the edge of the platform and looked down at them. A thin smear of gore slashed down her cheek. Confusion flickered in her eyes before her expression smoothed.

“Yes?” she answered.

“I was hoping you still wanted to search for the swamp today?” Wyll asked, posture relaxing. “Unless you’re busy doing…”

Normally, someone might fill in Wyll’s unspoken question but Rhea breezed right past it. “Oh, right, the swamp. I’ll be right down.”

She flicked blood and ichor from her blade and sheathed it with the other. Her legs dangled over the edge as she lowered herself down, boots searching for footholds in the wall. This was a perfect time for Astarion to endear himself to her. He could help her get down without busting her ass in front of them.

But Wyll beat him to it.

Rhea stared at Wyll’s proffered hand as if it might strike her. A second passed. Another. She finally took his hand and used the other to anchor herself to his shoulder as he lifted her down to their level. Astarion wondered for a brief moment if he had squandered his chance, the dashing knight beating him to the mark, but Rhea quickly stepped away from Wyll as if his very touch burned her.

I am tagging: @natsora @roguelioness @thevikingwoman

#get to know me #get to know the fanfic writer #tagged #wickedwitchofthewilds

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wizardlyghost · 2 years

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- another TUTORIAL SHORT! i was quick enough to grab a screenshot this time.

- the last one talked about STRENGTH, so i expected the next one to talk about PERCEPTION, but it looks like the S.P.E.C.I.A.L. is just on shuffle and not coming out in any particular order.

- it’s possible that these have been playing every time the game booted but i’ve accidentally been skipping past them by mashing buttons in my adhd-fueled impatience. difficult to say.

- these things are mildly disturbing in a cartoon gore way. something about the cheerful upbeat tone.

- the first thing i learned was that sometimes INNOCENTLY TRESPASSING around an ABANDONED SHACK IN THE WOODS will prompt a SENTRY BOT to wake up and GET you.

- i reached the SOUTHERNMOST SETTLEMENT on my map pretty fast though. the guy there wanted me to clear out a SCHOOL full of GHOULS. the mission was not called TOO GHOUL FOR SCHOOL, which is maybe the most disappointing thing in this game so far.

- this environment is also among the most unpleasant i’ve encountered. idk why anyone would choose to live in this MIRELURK SWAMP when there are perfectly dry areas further north.

- multiple BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL VERTIBIRDS? pause the other thread, there’s something going down here.

- turned out all that was going down was that the BROTHERHOOD and their best buds the RAIDERS and the SUPER MUTANTS were having another friendly scrap.

- the BROTHERHOOD... aren’t really doing well, it looks like. VERTIBIRDS seem like they might be more of a liability than an asset in surface-to-ground combat - when i arrived there were two flying and one that had already crashed, and before long the other two went down as well. these guys talk a big game but i’m honestly not sure coming to the COMMONWEALTH was a great move on their part - idk how many VERTIBIRDS the PRYDWEN carried here but i doubt the loss of three entire aircraft plus crew would be considered a minor setback.

- i helped out where i could but ultimately an OUT OF CONTROL VERTIBIRD exploded in my face and in surprise i stepped backward through the roof of the CHURCH, fell three storeys and broke my legs and spine.

- upon respawning i decided the BROTHERHOOD could fight their own damn battles and headed for the SCHOOL.

#FALLOUT 4: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA #FALLOUT 4 LIVEBLOG: THE GHOST FALLS OUT #fallout 4

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Chu!! Noo it's fine I enjoy talking to youuuu

HAHHA well what can I say? I just love Lukey! Aww hope you'll get a good break soon! When are you taking your 1 week off?

FR Unholy blood is unbeatable 💪🏻💪🏻

OMG SAME but for me it's either I end up liking the guy or hating him... Like for Gojo and Callisto I was like "Omg they're so hot but why are they so full of themselves?!" at first. Then after some time I ended up liking them HAHA- And omg ikr his hair >>>>> It's the side-swept hair that adds on to his looks. AHAAH LIKE Vinter is actually nice and all but he has so little screen time!

Thanks Chu!! Hehe I love beaches! And I have this childish obsession with picking seashells oops- Aww... You don't have to know how to swim to enjoy the beach tho! I don't like beaches cause I want to get tanned or play beach volleyball, it's more of the scenery that draws me in! Plus the sea creatures!

YEAH the leaks broke me... 2 Panels but I miss him sm now...

Yepp! But I'm unsure if I chose the right path... Like my interests are more arty like I love reading, writing, drawing, music, etc. But I chose a business course hahaha. There's no turning back for me too.... LOL A WALKING STICK 😭😭 AHAHH your teacher tho! My secondary school made it mandatory to have skirts at knee-level too... But I didn't change my skirt for the 4 years I was in school so as I grew taller over the years my skirt just naturally went above my knees... My teacher did scold me for that tho, I just didn't care...

FR like bros why don't you guys try putting on makeup bruh. Like y'all judge us girls as if you guys are hot asf... If you guys WERE that hot I wouldn't even complain about you talking shit about us girls... But you aren't so f off.

RIGHT My mum and I couldn't stop laughing omg It's easily one of the best comedy K-drama I've watched! Yeah omg "See you in my 19th life" Webtoon was great but after ep 1 of the drama I stopped cause it was honestly disappointing... "Good day to be a dog" is good tho! Not Shin Hyesun but this and "See you in my 19th life" are by the same webtoon artist!

Oh damn Gojo figurines never fail to impress... Did you see the new one with the skeletons and all? It's the one where he's been sealed and the skeletons just all around him. He's super hot there like I almost wanted to start being a Gojo simp...

I somehow want to go back to school... I've been swamped with housework and miscellaneous stuff that I'm so close to losing my mind... Thinking about New year's makes me want to pull my hair out... And Chinese New year is in Feb too... I'm so doomed for the next few months...

30 isn't that bad! Hahaha I feel you mate... I flunked my end semester test and it pulled my A all the way to C+ AHAHAH my GPA really suffered from that... Eh that 'interesting' doesn't sound too convincing 🥲🥲 How did you survive that class omg Chu ...

Hmmm that makes sense! I'll keep your words in mind. 😭😭It's always the luck.... Our gacha luck sucks too... I think we should avoid taking risks yeah?

HAAHAHAH I just enjoy solving the qns! I prefer math to the rest of the weird stuff I used to take... I had English, Chinese, elementary math, Additional math, Chem, Bio, History, Social studies, Accounting, Literature. It's real disgusting I tell you. Algebra really made my life slightly better in Secondary school... Omg 😭Fr Bio is really not easy I don't get how people get A+ in that like your memory must be crazy good. SO TRUE Chem is complicated at times but if you compare that to bio... sigh...

YAAA Omg I have a soft spot for sea animals (Not snails and worms tho) Especially baby ones like ahhhh they're so cute 😭😭

Nahh it's not my room walls I'm painting... It's my whole living room... Like 4 walls.... I didn't want to do it but my mum forced me to soooo I didn't really have a choice hahah!

Also Merry Christmas!!! I know I'm slightly late but 😭😭 Hope you had a good rest!

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discoo anoon!!🫶🏻 finally i can sit in front of my laptop!!🥹

i'm taking my break in mid january!! i just have to bc if not then i'll surely go mad with how little i'm taking my leave🤧 like i still have so many leave balance too! lately i've been thinking "why am i so tired"😵‍💫 and when i look at the whopping number of my leave balance, i realize "this is why i'm so miserable i barely take any leave!"🤡

HAHAHAHA same same i didn't use to love gojo the way i do now if you can believe it. but he's so charismatic in the way he presents himself that's why... and HAIR it's so true the hair makes the looks, especially for men🤭

omg me tooo!!! i love finding seashells too! but i hate the way the sand would submerge my feet🤧 it's stupid but i'm afraid of a crab or something will bite my feet off ugh and yeah, so true the scenery is one of the points that make us want to go to the beach too!!

ah... i don't mean to presume but i once felt like that too. i chose engineering as my major, and yet i'm neither that good or bad at it, and neither do i like it (i hate it occasionally)😔 my interests are more in reading and writing too! and obviously i can't go back to restart my major bc my mom would hang me🤧 i once had 0 thoughts as to where and how i should get a job, and yet now i found the best job there is for me, unexpectedly, that's (thank god) not related to engineering at all! i don't think it's easy at first, we'll get lost and even doubt ourselves often, but i believe that by doing the best at what you do, we'll find a way somehow, and it's always the unexpected that's the best <3 <- this is my words of encouragement!! i don't mean to preach or anything bc when i was in that position, i wished someone would say those exact words to me :')

BUT FR I FELT LIKE A WALKING SUSHI ROLL😭😭 thank the gods the teacher don't realize it. but omg that's nice that you're tall! :') i'm short so yeah, i'm still a walking sushi roll

HAHAHAHAHAAH i wish i could say all of that to their faces! i did say some of it to them though, about "you don't get to say that when you're that lousy yourself"🙃 but yeah, in the end, to each their own. it's irritating but we have to protect our peace first🤧

my mom loves her too!🥹 ahahahha oh really?! i put off watching a good day to be a dog bc i heard the ratings aren't that good... maybe i'll watch it then! now i'm watching gyeongseong creature! it's a good watch, kinda like sweet home, a bit dark and sinister but it's park seojoon!👀 and his dramas never fail ehehehe do you watch it too??

I SAW THAT FIGURINE omg that can be preordered now but will be released in 2025? i was like whaaat that long? but yeah, i want to be the skeletons—

OMG SOOO TRUE🤧 new years and our traditions :') now my mom is fussing over stocking food and getting new sheets and tomorrow i'm accompanying her to... stock up more food. and so true about the chinese new year! ahahahha i celebrate it too and it's a bit of a hassle esp with the family questions, but don't worry! we just have to keep our eyes on the prize... the 红包 :3 more pocket money!!😈

i know the feeling! like one mistake and the A... dissolved🤧 it's so disheartening. how did i pass?😦 by sending my prayers and confessing my sins daily basically🤧😵‍💫

yes yes!!

omg you're so smart for that!! and i do agree those are weird stuff HAHAHA literature got me like questioning my phrasing sometimes i was like 🤯 am i dumb bc i’m lazy or am i lazy bc i’m dumb— okay nevermind🫢

SNAILS AND WORMS😭 yes baby seals are like aaaaaa so precious🥲🫶🏻

AHAHAHHA it must have been a good exercise though!!🥹

and ofc merry christmas too disco anon!!🫶🏻✨ and happy holidays too!! wishing you only the best for the upcoming year also! pls keep healthy and don’t forget to take breaks and drink water🫶🏻✨

#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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i had an idea daiya no ace boys building pillow forts.

So I didn’t know if this was meant to be like one on one or multiple all building it together, but the ladder sounded more fun so I went with that. I could do one for each of them separately if you want

Feat: Miyuki, Kuramochi, Sawamura, Furuya, & Haruichi

"Make way Miyuki, sleepover in your room." You declare as you opened the door for Kuramochi and Sawamura who were carrying blankets and pillows piled high in their arms.

"Not in my room." Miyuki protested.

"We always hang out in your room! And we wouldn't want to bother anyone else, since your roommates are already away in the first place.” Sawamura told him, dumping the pillows onto the floor.

Miyuki sighed and leaned back in his chair. "So you're bothering me instead?"

"Yep, now get ready. This will be the best sleepover of your life, we're building a fort!" You held up the pillows in your hand.

"I don't want to build a fort, we're in high school."

"Is the fort off then?"

You all turn to see Furuya in the doorway holding several blankets and a look of anguish on his face.

"No, no, Furuya! It's still on. Just ignore him! He's being lame."

Kuramochi leaned over to Miyuki, putting up a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered. "Furuya told us he's never had a sleepover, Y/n felt so bad for him that they felt like had to have a sleepover. C’mon man, for them.”

Miyuki rolled his eyes but begrudgingly accepted his fate as Haruichi carried in a gaming system and a stack of games.

“Kanemaru said him and Tojo will be here soon with snacks.”

“Just how many people are coming?” Miyuki could feel a headache coming on.

“They’re just coming for the fort, not spending the night. Also, Zono and maybe Shirasu and Kawakami. Aso wanted to come but he’s swamped with classwork. ” You counted off on your fingers.

“But no first years allowed!” Sawamura exclaimed.

“How mature of us.”

“You’ve gotta cut it off at some point.” Kuramochi said as he began to spread out the blankets.

When Kanemaru and Tojo showed up, construction on the pillow fort began.

“Ugh, it’s sinking in the middle.”

“Use this to hold it up!”

“You kidding? If a metal bat falls on one of us it will hurt like hell.”

With the many, many pillows and blankets at your disposal, you were able to make a fort big enough to fit all of you, even the tardy Zono, Shirasu and Kawakami.

The night began with a Super Smash bros tournament that ended up getting a bit too heated to the point where you felt the need to put an end to it.

“There was lag! I would have and dodged in tune if there was no lag.”

“You lost Zono, just accept it.”

“Kawakami, I will go over there and-“

“Ok guys, maybe a change of pace. How about a movie?”

You all settled down into the fort as the choice movie, Titanic, picked by Sawamura and Kuramochi, started to play. Around the halfway mark, the people who weren’t sleeping over left and all that was left was the original six of you.

Miyuki reclined next to you on the ground, leaned up against the same pillow. All that illuminated the room was the light coming from the tv. The rest of the boys attention was being held by Leo Decaprio on the screen.

“Wow, can’t believe you decided to join us in the fort.” You whispered to him, to not break the focus of anyone else in the room.

“What’s the point of letting you guys wreck my room to build a fort if I’m n not going to get inside it? Plus it’s a sleepover, everyone has to sleep on the floor.”

“Your logic is sound.” You smiled at him, glad that he finally let himself indulge in being a high schooler.

By the time the movie had ended, all of them had passed out, not used to staying up too late because of the need to constantly wake up early. You turned off the tv and took your spot between Miyuki and Kuramochi.

It was nice. The ceiling of the fort hung low but it didn’t matter because everyone was laying. The usual cold dorms of Seidou felt warm with you wrapped up in blankets, surrounded by friends and pillows.

——

“So, Furuya. How did you find your first sleepover?” Miyuki asked as he folded a blanket.

“First sleepover? I’ve had a sleepover before.”

Miyuki morphed his face into one of annoyance and turned to Kuramochi.

“It’s not his first one?”

“Yaha, about that. Yeah I lied, just needed to make sure the fort would happen. Y/n, did really want to build one.”

Miyuki turned to you and you gave him a worried smile. Warmth, and the memory of you pressed against him when he woke up spread throughout him.

He decided to not get mad at you.

#daiya no ace #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya #kuramochi youichi #sawamura eijun #furuya satoru #kominato haruichi #ace of diamond

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Kurtbastian - “Always and Forever” Chapter 2

After the death of their daughter Grace, Kurt and Sebastian drift apart. Kurt wraps himself up in his grief so tightly he starts to push Sebastian away, and Sebastian, feeling himself shoved aside when he needs Kurt most, cheats. They make the decision to start over, to leave New York City and their pain behind, and start over again in a house Upstate. Sebastian buys Kurt a "fixer upper" and gives him free reign. While redecorating the room that will be his studio, Kurt comes across something interesting underneath the wallpaper. It starts to become an obsession for Kurt - an obsession that begins to replace Kurt's love for his husband, which Sebastian is holding on to by a thread. Can Kurt and Sebastian break through the pain and the hurt and find a way to fall in love again?

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Chapter 2 (5061 words)

The first evening in their new house becomes a long, exhaustive dance of unpacking and cleaning in preparation for the movers to arrive in the morning. What, in the past, would have been an upbeat two-step of flirting in the hallways while lugging in suitcases, punctuated by the occasional stop, dip, and smooch, is now a formal, boxy waltz, with Sebastian giving Kurt a wide-berth whenever he hears his husband coming, and Kurt pausing in doorways, eyes darting elsewhere when Sebastian passes by.

The rush to clear the dirt away and make things suitable for the furniture they chose to bring with them affords Kurt ample opportunities to send Sebastian on a host of errands, ensuring him stretches of time that he can spend alone to reflect and think.

Consider the past and plan for the future.

Even after the furniture arrives, they should have tons of space left. They had decided not to bring everything they own with them. They aren’t selling their penthouse. Keeping it furnished for the odd trip back seems like the practical thing to do. So, they only packed those things that they absolutely could not live without.

They didn’t bring any of the furniture from Grace's room. That Kurt donated to the Salvation Army with the exception of one item – a Winnie the Pooh lamp that he had found in mint condition, ironically, at the Salvation Army, on the day he and Sebastian found out their surrogate was pregnant. It's ceramic, hand-painted, with Christopher Robin and Winnie the Pooh sitting back to back as the base, each holding a handful of balloons. One red balloon, larger than the rest, contains the bulb, the colored plastic lending a rosy tint to its glow. Along the bottom edge are written the words: “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.”

Kurt’s mother had read him Winnie the Pooh books his entire childhood. He could recite most of A. A. Milne’s writings by the time he turned eight.

The year his mother passed away.

He'd read those same books to his daughter. She’d had them mostly memorized, too.

Seven hours of scrubbing, sanitizing, and (for Sebastian) racing around town wipe the two of them out, to the point where falling asleep is simply a matter of inflating an air mattress and putting heads down on pillows. They had picked up a Queen size one at a JCPenney along the way. It’s nowhere near as luxurious as the custom-made King size bed currently stuck in the back of an Allied Moving Truck, waiting to take a journey on the 495. This mattress is a tighter fit than they’re used to. It doesn’t help that the thing sinks in the middle whenever one of them rolls over. With the both of them measuring six-foot-plus tall, they have to lie in the fetal position to fit comfortably, which would require them to spoon. But Kurt finds a way to keep himself out of his husband’s arms.

The material the mattress is made out of seems perpetually ice-cold, not warming up a touch with their combined body heat, which Kurt didn’t anticipate. They have the gas and electricity switched on, but there’s something wrong with the central heating. They don’t have the requisite amount of blankets to keep from freezing, which adds to the misery. Despite being pissed at Sebastian, Kurt doesn’t have the heart to send him out at one a.m. to the 24-hour Walmart, so he closes his eyes and resigns himself to suffering until dawn.

For the next five hours, Kurt’s mind stays blank. No noise, no dreams, and no flashbacks, thank God. It’s not restful, but it’s the best he could have hoped for. The last half a year has not been conducive to dreaming. The nightmares keep coming, one after the other, the next one worse than the last, shaking him to his core until he jars awake with a pain in his chest like someone had tried, in steel boots, to stomp him into the dirt. But waking up doesn’t solve the problem. He doesn’t know what he hates worse – waking up weeping in his husband’s arms or waking up weeping alone.

Kurt’s feelings for Sebastian are complicated when he thinks they shouldn’t be. Kurt should either love him and forgive him or hate him and move on. But he loves him and hates him. His hands itch to hold him, but a second later, he wants to shove him away. He wants to go, but he can’t imagine leaving.

As much as it sucks, Kurt can’t imagine living without him.

He would prefer to go back to being shamelessly and hopelessly in love with him. Hating him has become a crutch. But it’s enough to get him through. Regardless of that fact, which should tie up the loose ends, mend the hurts and cool the hate, it doesn’t, because Kurt can’t find a way to forgive him.

A well-meaning Facebook friend had told Kurt over Messenger that the problem was Kurt’s pride had been hurt by Sebastian cheating. Push the pride aside and get over it. Ultimately, the marriage is more important. Then he said something about Kurt putting on his “big boy” pants, mentioned God, and quoted the Bible.

A minute later, Kurt blocked him.

That’s another blessing of moving - leaving behind the get over it already crowd. He hates them more than the forever sorry folks. The people who tell him to move on, to get over it, to put it behind him, don’t really care about him. They want him to stop complaining, as if they’re obligated to follow him on social media, and that puts the burden on him, in turn, to make them feel comfortable.

Maybe some of them do care, but not enough to put themselves in his shoes and understand that it’s just not that easy. Being on the outside of the swamp and looking in at a man who’s drowning, yelling at him to grab a branch and pull himself free, is different than being the man stuck hip-deep in mud that feels like cement and losing a fight that’s beyond his control.

Sometimes, as a matter of self-preservation, you simply give up.

Kurt doesn’t know who Sebastian slept with. He has his suspicions, but he doesn’t know for sure, and Sebastian won’t confirm. He says it’s because he wants to put it behind him, forget it ever happened, and that infuriates Kurt. If sleeping with another man was something Sebastian would need to put behind him, why even do it? Or (and Kurt hates himself for thinking like this), if Sebastian didn’t want Kurt to dwell on it, why not take steps to ensure that Kurt wouldn’t find out? Sebastian, of all people, should have known that this would eat Kurt up inside. It’s the kind of thing he’d never let go of. Yes, Kurt would be devastated if he discovered the cheating and the cover-up years after the fact, but he’d be in a better place to mourn his marriage apart from mourning his daughter.

What Sebastian did was selfish on so many levels.

Kurt knows that sex isn’t love, but he can't help wondering – was there a moment in the middle of all of it, caught up in the kissing and the fucking, where it felt like love?

Kurt met Sebastian in high school. Kurt wasn’t just a virgin back then. Oh, no. He had created his own category of virgin for which he could have had a cape and costume custom made – Captain Super Prude. Sex was a taboo topic for him, so much so that his high school’s chastity club hated him.

Apparently, he set the bar too high, made them look loose in comparison.

As much as he had fantasized about finding a special someone who would sweep him off his feet, gently usher him into manhood by making soulful but passionate love to him, he preferred not to think about it too often or too in-depth. The "talk” between him and his father was a mortifying experience.

There were pamphlets involved.

He still has some of them.

When it came to finding a boyfriend, Sebastian wasn’t what Kurt had planned on at all. Where Kurt was attracted to debonair, old-school, gentlemanly types a few years older than himself, Sebastian was crass, rude, explicit, and a year younger. On top of that, he was (to coin a phrase stolen from one of Kurt’s best friends, Quinn) the biggest French whore of them all. Sebastian didn’t care for romance and he didn’t attach emotions to sex, but he definitely had a way of making men fall in love with him. Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe were the two people in the world least likely to fall in love with one another. But according to Sebastian, he fell in love with Kurt long before Kurt fell in love with him.

Sebastian claimed that Kurt was the first man he had ever fallen in love with, and at first sight, no less.

He whispered those words in Kurt’s ear the first time they made love.

He said those exact words during his toast at their wedding.

He wrote them in every birthday, Christmas, and anniversary card he ever gave to Kurt.

He said them over Grace’s crib the night they brought her home.

“Look at this little thing, Kurt,” Sebastian had sighed, reaching out to stroke Grace’s cheek. “Our daughter. Is it ridiculous that I’ve only known her for two days and I’m already in love with her?

“Technically, nine months and two days. But, no. It’s not ridiculous.”

“I never thought I could fall so fast in love with another human being before I met you.”

“Really?”

“A-ha.” Sebastian smiled when Grace yawned, her whole mouth moving in a complete circle before she settled down again. “I fell in love with you the second I laid eyes on you. And then, well, it was all over for me.”

Those words, the memory of that happiness, breaks Kurt’s heart. Could it be possible that, after close to twenty years of marriage, after reciting those words so many times, they didn’t mean anything anymore? Had Sebastian found someone else he could fall in love with?

Kurt has asked, but Sebastian won’t answer that question. He says it’s insulting.

Whatever the answer, he probably thinks he’s doing his husband a kindness. What he’s really doing is prolonging the torture, not giving Kurt the information he needs to make a decision that he can stand behind. Every time Kurt looks at his husband, he sees touches on his skin that don’t belong to him, kisses on his lips that he didn’t put there.

Kurt doesn’t know how to make himself see past them.

Instead, he looks away.

The second Kurt feels sunlight on his face, he’s out of bed. He grabs his messenger bag and pads down the hall to his studio before Sebastian can stir.

The room looks different with blurry morning sunlight bleeding through the windows. Kurt didn’t put black-out curtains up, and the sheer curtains that came with the house let fingers of light poke through, bouncing off the wallpaper and brightening the floor.

Yikes.

Kurt examines the floor now that he sees it clearly. It’s a mess - the wood warped as if someone had paced it incessantly. It had been varnished at one time. Spots of resin dot the boards like oily puddles. The wood itself (some variety of walnut, Kurt suspects) has blackened to a morbid pitch with age. It sucks up the light and gives little back.

“Oh, yeah,” Kurt murmurs, pressing around the brittle edge of one spot with his toe, watching it crackle into shards. “This has to be completely redone.”

He gets stuck on the idea that this room could have been his daughter’s if she were still alive. He and Sebastian had talked about raising Grace in a suburban environment, and as much as he regrets not giving her a house with a yard and room to grow, Kurt leaned heavily on the side of staying in the city. Some of his motives were selfish. He loved Manhattan. It had been his lifelong dream to end up there. He wanted his daughter to grow up with all of the things he didn’t – culture, diversity, theaters and libraries and museums a train ride away. He didn’t want her raised around the closed, narrow minds of small-town folk. He wanted her to be an independent thinker – liberated, rational, intelligent. But he also wanted her to be compassionate and kind. He wanted her to know the world, its wonders and its failings, the way it truly was, not the way it looked on a movie screen, and long to change it for the better. They participated in fundraisers, gathered donations for the homeless, and volunteered in soup kitchens.

Grace was a pure light, a driving force that, at her age, Kurt didn’t get the chance to be.

So in honor of her, he wants his workroom to be bright and colorful - a mixture of his vintage aesthetic and her fun-loving personality. He’ll paint the walls her favorite colors, put homages to her in the details, choose the furnishings she would have preferred.

Since this will be the room he spends most of his time in, he wants it to be everything about his daughter that he adored.

He opens his bag and pulls out his phone, checking the time. 6:08. The movers are supposed to arrive between eight a.m. and ten. But movers, electricians, plumbers, and cable guys never arrive on time. He fishes out his sketchbook, sits on the floor, and gets to work jotting down a layout. First things first, he decides where his drafting table will go, where he’ll store his bolts, where he’ll put his sewing machine, a spot for a work chair, marking places here and there for personal touches like his mother’s vanity, his first-ever dress form, a few of his awards...

And photographs. Lots and lots of photographs.

He didn’t keep photographs in his studio at Vogue. He had an obsession with keeping his private life private, which he doesn’t apologize for. Since he met clients there, he liked to keep that space impersonal. Nothing to get in the way, spark a conversation that might derail the job at hand.

Unlike Sebastian, who hung candids galore. He stuffed the most Godawful photographs from their high school and college years into collage frames and nailed them to every wall of his office, squeezing things like his degrees and diplomas into far corners so that those pictures could be prominently displayed. He said that people knew the Smythes by name and reputation. If anyone wanted to see his credentials, they could Google them. But when people walked into his office, he wanted them to know that first and foremost, he was a family man.

Sebastian knew from childhood that he would become a lawyer. He never dreamed he would be a father.

Or a husband.

Those were the two accomplishments he seemed the proudest of.

Kurt regrets not having more pictures of Grace hanging on his studio walls, her smiling face to look at every hour of every day, watching his meetings, overseeing his layouts. She was his good-luck charm, his missing puzzle piece. She deserved a place of honor.

Now, he’ll give her one.

His stomach growls as he works. A smell from somewhere tickles his nose, and he groans. Just a few more seconds of sketching on the hard ground, and he’ll grab a bite to eat… maybe. With his ass numb, he doesn’t see a reason to get up, and bedsides, he’s on a roll. Car doors closing and constant banging echo in, and he winces, his head throbbing from lack of sleep. Dammit! If it would just stop till he finishes! It’s hard enough to concentrate as is! He hopes this is a one-time-only thing. He’d hate to wake up to that cacophony every morning. If he ever decides to go outside and meet the neighbors, he’ll have to find a polite way of asking them not to do whatever that is before he has his morning coffee.

Of course, soundproofing is also an option.

“Kurt? Kurt, are you… ?”

Kurt shifts his legs underneath him. He lifts a hand to massage his shoulders. That mattress must have killed his back. His arms ache something fierce. Sitting on this floor doesn’t help, the uneven boards digging into his legs, but it’s not an impetus for him to stop.

Just one more minute.

One more minute of sketching out this room, and he’ll join the world. One more minute to get his thoughts straight. One more minute to brush aside the things that like to torture him. Forget that his mother died when he was eight, his stepbrother when he was eighteen. Forget that his father passed away three years ago and his daughter six months ago.

Not too long after, his husband cheated.

Five.

That’s how many things he had loved in this world more than himself.

Those are the things that he’d lost.

They were the things he needed to forget in order to make it through till the evening.

He’ll replace the insulation and the drywall, smother everything in a noise-proofing compound, then paint the walls in swirls of pink and gold. He’ll do the ceiling in shades of blue, indigo, and violet, like the sky at night, and cover it in crystals to represent stars the way Grace had wanted to do with her bedroom. Kurt had promised her he would the second everything was over, when they could risk her being around the debris and the fumes.

He has never broken a promise to Grace. He isn’t about to start.

He scribbles those notes in sloppy script in the margin of his paper, wipes tears with the back of his shaking hand. He tries to focus on specifics to bring himself back from the brink of a breakdown. He needs a good cry, but he doesn’t want the comforting that will go with it if Sebastian hears him. He can’t right now. Sebastian comforting Kurt turns into Kurt comforting him back, and Kurt only has the strength to handle one outburst.

“Kurt? Did you want to… ?”

Kurt waves a hand to shoo away the buzzing beside his ear, relieved when it doesn’t take much more than that.

In order to paint the walls, he’ll have to take the wallpaper down.

That brings to mind the corner of torn paper over by the window and the word written underneath.

Darling.

That corner offends him. Kurt keeps entertaining the thought that that word has nothing to do with Sebastian, that there is another layer of wallpaper underneath festooned with line art of flowers, along with quotes from various love poems sprinkled throughout, circa 1800s. But then that would make that one tear and that one word an incredible coincidence since darling is the pet name Sebastian has called Kurt since day one. When he started doing it, every time he said it, Kurt had an urge to sock him on the jaw.

He was a pain in the ass, even back then.

Did Sebastian actually think Kurt would fall for writing darling on the wall? After the things he said? After what he did?

Kurt’s hand trembles so badly, he smudges the ink on his page. He stops writing, takes a deep breath, and counts to ten. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the sun warming his face. It’s gone now when it was there a second ago, which is disconcerting, but he has to ignore that and calm down.

He has to relax.

He promised he’d give this marriage a chance, that he’d try to make this work. Sebastian, so far, has held up his part of the bargain. He’s given Kurt space. He’s listened to him vent uncontested. He’s let Kurt keep tabs on him – where he goes, when he’ll be back, with photo texts in between to prove that he is where he said he would be. Kurt has to give him the benefit of the doubt. If Sebastian extends an olive branch, Kurt should take it.

But did he want to?

“I didn’t hear you when you got up this morning.” Sebastian’s voice starts Kurt’s hand up again. He wants to look busy. He doesn’t want to be caught in a position where he has to give his husband his full attention.

He hasn’t forgotten everything yet.

“Well, you were dead to the world,” Kurt replies, distracted.

“I’m just saying, see? You won’t disturb me. You don’t need to put a bed in here.”

Kurt bobs his head back and forth, adding a place in his layout for a foldout out of spite. “We’ll see. It’s only been the one day.”

“That’s true.” The way Sebastian says it, it sounds like a challenge. A tired challenge. Like Sebastian knows he’s already lost. “So, you like the room?”

“Yeah. I think I do.”

“And what about the rest of the house?”

He doesn’t know why Sebastian sounds like he’s asking. It’s a done deal. They both agreed on a new house. Sebastian found one he thought Kurt would like and bought it. What? Are they going to back out now and magically move somewhere else?

Will moving around from house to house solve what’s wrong between them?

“It’s fine, I guess. I don’t know. I think it’s hard for me to visualize without taking the grand tour. I’ll be able to tell better when I get started decorating.”

“Are you gonna hire that guru guy to help you with the yin and yang stuff?” Sebastian jokes cautiously. “That Kung Fu guy… what’s his name… ?” Sebastian snaps his fingers as if he’s seriously trying to remember.

“He’s a Feng shui practitioner, and his name is Carl.”

“His name's Carl?” Sebastian laughs. “No no no, his name is not Carl. Carl is the name of a dentist. He’s not a guy you call to Wang Chung your house.”

“Feng shui,” Kurt corrects again. “I hired him to help me create balance in our home.” He chuckles despite the fact he doesn’t want to find Sebastian funny. He doesn’t want Sebastian to affect him. But he’s right. The man’s name irked Kurt, too, when Isabelle referred him. “Ridiculous name or not, he seemed like a knowledgeable guy.”

“Do you think that Shaolin stuff could work here?”

Kurt pauses to give the matter some thought, and that kills the moment. The levity becomes saturated by the pain hanging in the room, and Kurt coils further into his sketch.

“That remains to be seen. But I think I’m going to try doing it for myself this time. Of course, the overall effect is going to be completely thrown to heck when you hire whoever never to decorate your office.” Kurt throws a derisive scowl over his shoulder. It misses its mark when Kurt won’t look Sebastian in the eyes.

Sebastian swallows Kurt’s scowl without thinking of a comeback. They’ve had that argument before when Kurt redecorated their penthouse. Kurt felt the need to redecorate whenever something big happened in their lives, but Sebastian’s office was off-limits, so it stayed the same. Kurt tried to find one or two things to put into his design scheme that would bring a theme from Sebastian’s office out so that the penthouse would blend, but whatever the thing he chose was – a print, a vase, an ottoman, or a coffee table – it stuck out like a sore thumb, until Kurt tried less and less.

“Can’t fight City Hall,” he’d say, returning to the business of finishing the rest of the space. Things changed around them, and yet, in Sebastian’s carefully curated world, life stood still. The last time Kurt redecorated was before Grace was born. Nothing in the penthouse matched Sebastian’s office after that.

“I want you to do it.”

Kurt stops scribbling. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

Kurt almost looks back to see if Sebastian is serious. He stares at the paper in front of him, the surface more ink than white. “Are you… are you sure? You always said that we need our separate spaces.”

“That’s only because you’re a little heavy-handed with the pastels. I trust you. Just don’t go making it all shabby chic.”

Kurt is speechless. This is the opportunity he has been waiting for their entire marriage – to decorate Sebastian’s office. Once upon a time, he saw it as the ultimate gesture of trust.

Back when he was naïve and fairly stupid.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Kurt debates standing up and giving Sebastian a hug or a handshake. This seems like a time that would warrant it. But when he rolls an inch to his knees, his entire body screams with pain. God, he feels old. How can he be this stiff after just half an hour?

Kurt returns to his planning. Even though he doesn’t feel prepared to leave his sanctuary, he fixes on that solid mask he’s been wearing for weeks around Sebastian. Just one more minute. One more minute, and he’ll go downstairs. He thinks he says it out loud. He expects Sebastian to go back to their room and get ready for the day, but he stays in place like a statue, watching Kurt draw, huddled over his sketchbook with his back turned to him and the door.

Kurt waits to hear the sound of footsteps retreat the way they came, but they don’t. His pencil stops above a square drawn in the corner meant to represent his stereo. He can’t continue his drawing with his husband watching, so he bites the bullet.

“Was there something else you needed?” he asks.

“They’ve… uh… got the bed in,” Sebastian says. “And the TV.”

Kurt scrunches his nose and lifts his head. What does he mean? The bed and the TV are on the moving truck. Kurt looks at his phone, resting on the floor by his knee.

“What are you talking about?” Kurt scoffs. “The movers haven’t even arrived yet. It’s only 7:15.”

“That’s right.” Sebastian speaks slowly, the way he does when he’s explaining something to Kurt that he thinks Kurt might explode over. He leans forward like he wants to come in but doesn’t without an invitation. “It is 7:15. In the evening.”

Kurt's head snaps up, eyes rolling because Sebastian is crazy.

There’s no way.

He's ready to object, but with his gaze away from his page, he notices something different about the light in the room. Instead of a soft, diffused blue, it has become a thicker yellow. Shadows stretch across the floor that weren’t there before. The room is warmer than he remembers, and the skin of his left shin, folded over his right, feels hot and irritated, like he might have gotten a sunburn.

“Evening?” Kurt shakes his head. “How can it… ? But… why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I tried. I told you when the movers arrived. I asked you what you wanted for lunch. I brought you the portable heater and put a lamp in here when it started to get dark.”

Kurt looks around. In the emptiness of the room, they’re easy to see - a plug-in heater behind him, and, in the corner of the room to the left of the door, standing straight and tall like a structural support beam, a brass lamp without a shade, filling the room with artificial light.

The first two pieces of furniture in his new studio, and Sebastian put them there.

Kurt doesn’t want them. He’d rather be cold and alone in the dark.

“We don’t have WiFi or cable yet, but I set up the Blu-ray player,” Sebastian continues. “I thought I could go get some take-out, and we could have a picnic dinner on the bed. Maybe watch a movie?”

Kurt does a 180 on his sore ass and looks at his husband (which is to say he looks at a spot over Sebastian’s head) with a mildly confused expression. He’s not really thinking about the bed or the movie or dinner at all. Even though he was hungry earlier, apparently hours earlier, he’s not hungry now. He couldn’t be less hungry. His desire to eat simply evaporated. It's been waning for weeks. Sometimes he forgets to eat until Sebastian sticks a sandwich in his face. Sebastian has become devoted to keeping Kurt's stomach full. He knows better than to comment on his weight loss, but he keeps a stock of temptable foods on hand.

He’s keeping Kurt on life support.

Sebastian stuck a spear into the heart of what they had together. Now he’s keeping Kurt alive to help him fix it.

Kurt hates that he didn’t see it that way until just now.

“Kurt? Please?”

Here’s the olive branch, Kurt thinks. He has to decide whether he’s going to take it or toss it aside.

He had promised Sebastian he’d try, and Kurt has never broken a promise to Sebastian.

No matter how much he hurts, he’s not going to start tonight.

His father always said that a man is only as good as his word.

Kurt closes his sketchbook. “Alright. I’m coming.” He tries to unfold his legs, but his knees lock up on him, and he rushes to massage the beginnings of a cramp. Sebastian looks like he’s about to spring in and help, but Kurt puts up a hand. “I’ll be a minute.”

Nodding, Sebastian takes a step back. Even with that rejection, he looks happier, more hopeful. He takes his phone out of his pocket and leaves the room. The grateful smile on his lips should fill Kurt with warmth. It used to.

But it doesn’t.

After a meal of Szechuan from a questionable establishment (not questionably clean, just questionably Chinese) and The Devil Wears Prada (a movie Sebastian swore up and down he’d never watch again), Sebastian falls asleep with his head on Kurt’s chest. And Kurt lets him, even if he himself barely gets a minute of peace.

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peterparkerincorrectquotes · 4 years

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Give me your Nedcannons

omg Nedcanons that’s so cute !!!

• Okay, so first and foremost, Ned is the one person who is always, 100% of the time, behind EVERY plan Peter has. Like, every dumbass, crazy plan Peter comes up with, Ned is in the background, going, “HE’S PRETTY DUMB BUT HE GOT THE SPIRIT!”

• Maybe he’ll suggest improvements to Peter’s dumb plans, but they both have such batshit personalities, that Ned would support every idea Peter has. Perfect case of, “Great minds think alike, but fools’ minds seldom differ.”

• I feel like this is already canon, but Ned is AWFUL at lying. All of his cover stories for Peter are terrible. In FFH, MJ said their classmates think Peter is a male escort… how much ya wanna bet Ned spat that out as a cover story (and INSTANTLY regretted it). When it comes to lying, he says the first thing that comes to mind. No impulse control.

MJ: Hey, where’s Peter?

Ned, sweating: UHhHhH, nOT HERE?? CLEARLY??

MJ: I mean, yeah, obviously, but did he tell you anything about where he IS? It’s a school day.

Ned: Oh, pfff. He might have mentioned it in passing. I think I heard him say something about... uhh... helping a drug dealer make pottery with weed already built in...

MJ: He what.

• Peter loves Ned and all his support, but he’s so frustrated HE is the one who found him out. That kid cannot lie to save his life.

• On the plus side, he’s SUPER smart. Ned is excellent with coding, so if Peter needs help sneaking into some place with high security, chances are he’ll ask Ned. Not Tony, not Bruce, not even Nat with her sneaky bastard ways. Ned’s just that good. And, well, he gets thrilled when he’s included! Peter never wanted to live the superhero lifestyle, but the fact that he’s able to help Ned live his fantasy, even a little, makes it worth it.

• Oh, Ned puts dumb “upgrades” into Peter’s suit. If Peter leaves his suit unattended for ONE minute, Ned is ON IT. He sneaks all sorts of happy, little surprises into the coding.

• He programs the web-shooters to scream, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?” every time Peter uses them. He programs the suit to rant about how Ned is Spider-man’s friend, so Ned can flex on his classmates. He programs it to force Peter to dab at certain trigger words. A fan says, “You’re Spider-boy!” And though Peter resists with all his might, the dab is inevitable.

• Whenever Peter hands the suit over to Tony for official upgrades, Tony spends half the time baffled at the “glitches” he finds in it. FRIDAY reports changes in the suit, and he’s like, “Uhh, okay, pull ‘em up.” He looks at that shit and thinks, “Now, how the HELL did that happen?”

• Once again, Peter lets Ned get away with all of it, though. He and Ned love each other so much that, like, it’s okay. Peter has to answer Tony’s 2AM calls that consist of Tony screaming into the phone, “PETER, HOW THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOUR SUIT LEARN ALL THE LYRICS TO DESPACITO??” But it’s okay because Ned is his biggest fan and strongest lifeline, so Peter can handle a few harmless memes; Ned deserves that much and so much more.

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tobesensation-9 · 4 years

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A Rowoon smut please. Where he had asked the reader over for dinner with the members but had gotten jealous the way the reader and Juho talked.

A Rowoon smut with a sprinkle of jealousy coming right up! Also I’ve been unmotivated lately because of all the school work. I really tried to pull through for this request! Also it was hard for me to imagine him jealous and dominant, so had to get lots of inspo for this (partial from Extra-ordinary you). Hope you enjoy!

Jealousy

Friday, 7:30pm

“Good night guys.” You wave to your co-workers grabbing your things as you get ready to leave work. “Good night” a few yell in unison. This was the first time in the last month or so where you didn't work overtime and could leave at your normal clock-out time. But you weren't heading home to relax, you were heading over to the dorms to see the guys. You had talked to Seokwoo on the phone when neither of you were succumbed in your busy schedules and he invited you to dinner. It had been awhile since you had the seen him and the boys. All of you swamped in work, but you were glad to get the chance to see all of them.

You stopped a store on the way there to grab some drinks ll the work you did this week, you wouldnt mind having a few drinks tonight to unwind. Ten minutes later you’re at the door of the dorms ringing the doorbell. You could already hear all the chaos from the other side and someone yelling, “Oh that must be y/n!” You hear the pitter-patter of feet then the door beeping and be welcomed by one of the members. You look up to meet Youngbin’s eyes and his smiling face, eyes cute crescent moons. “Ahh y/n hey. How’s it been?” He asks you as he widens the door for you to come in and grabs your bag of drinks. “Working. That’s all really.” You take off your shoes wear all the other member's shoes are and take off your jacket and put it on a coat hanger. All the boys greet you and smile at you. Sanghyuk runs over to hug you but doesn't without yelling some absurdities. “You’d rather work your butt then come and see us? I thought you were in love with us?” As you step into his embrace and see Seokwoo whipping his hands on a towel coming out of the kitchen. He immediately smiles when he meets your eyes but it vanishes as quickly as it came seeing Sanghyuk hugging you.

You start to feel guilty and nervous, he seemed good at keeping his composure but he could be really possessive of you, especially when it came to the other members. “I’m in love with Seokwoo, but I do love you guys.” “Who cares about-” “Ehhhmmmm.” You hear Seokwoo blatantly clearing his throat loudly as he walks over to the two of you. As he’s doing this your breaking out of his embrace and laughing nervously. “Really hyung?” he looks down at his hyung slightly annoyed. “Hey, I’m just sayin’. You weren't the only one who missed her.” He shrugs and skips off to mess with Ineong by nudging him, which results in Inseong yelling and putting him in a headlock.

“Hey, how was work?” Seokwoo steps toward and pecks your forehead with a quick hug.

“Long and busy”, you laugh and he just smiles at you. “Let me help you cook.”

“Okay, I’m making your favorite”.

After both of you finish preparing the food some of the guys help to prep the seating area. You then bring out the food and guys start eating. You sit down and Juho sits down next to you, “Hey y/n.”

“Oh hey!” You really missed the guys, especially Juho. As the two of you eat the two of you catch up, laughing and joking around. Across the table, Seokwoo tries to stay engaged with the rest of the guys, but he can't stop himself from starring. Zuho at one point starts to talk about his cat Huru, and you can’t help but marvel at him being so swooned by her. He starts to show you all the new pictures he’s taken of her since the last you spoke. To you it was just innocent joking and talking, to Seokwoo, his friend was just a bit to close. He saw how he motioned closer to really show you the pictures in depth, placing his hand on your knee.

“Y/n!” Everybody gets quiet at Seokwoo’s sudden outburst. All eyes are on him, but he’s only looking at his hyung’s hand on your knee. Juho instantly looks down and removes his hand, rubbing his hand as he fidgets. “Lets um....g-get the drinks ready.” Then he gets up and walks into the kitchen. You stand confused and head to the kitchen after him.

“Are...you okay?” It's the first thing you say when you walk into the kitchen. “Super”, He spits out when you clearly know he isn’t. “Look Juho was just talking about Huru, there’s nothing to get upset about okay?”

He doesn't say anything and continues to get the drinks ready, grabbing the packs of beer you brought and some cups. You then see him grabbing so many cups to the point where he tries to hold some with his arm. You walk over and grab the cups out from his elbow. You motion your face toward him, to get his attention, as he continues and purposely avoids your gaze. “I missed you” you say and you see a sudden twitch to his poker face. You smile at his quick falter in demeanor and rubs his back before saying. “Let’s head back.” He just nods and follows you out of the kitchen.

Eventually, some of the guys head to their separate dorms and the rest head to their rooms. Luckily Seokwoo has his own room so the two of you can be alone. “So are you gonna tell me what that outburst was about?” The of you are laying down together watching variety shows but he still seems distant. He finally looks at you for the first time since he yelled your name earlier. “I-I’ve missed you. And I got jealous. I wanted to have all of your attention tonight but..... forget it it's stupid and juvenile.” He then turns back to the tv. You use your hand to tilt his face back to you.

“I get it. I’ve missed you too. And you always have my attention okay? Just yell out and have a tantrum like that in front of the guys again. It took a while for the fun atmosphere to settle again.” He nods. “Also, you need to apologize to Juho, he felt like he couldn't talk to me for the rest of the night.”

This makes him annoyed again. “He can talk to you y/n. Him touching you like that was what I didn’t like.” You thought to yourself, wait when was that? Eventually recalling, you realized you did feel a warm feeling on your knee. You sit there and can't say anything about it really. “I-I didn't realize then..” “Well let me help you realize something”, he instantly gets on top of you, making you lay flat on the bed, “I dont care if they're my members, they’re still men. And you’re my girl. Remember that.” You’ve never seen him get like this. He was always super giddy and smiling, but seeing him displaying a loving yet firm dominant side was something you don’t see every day. You understood why, its not really in his character, but you also could tell that he really couldn't control his emotions. This must've really made him upset.

“You don’t have to remind me, I’m yours. Me being friends with them won't ever change that.”

“Good’ he then passionately kisses you, it's super erotic and hungry. With him being slightly annoyed he was a bit more rough than usual, but you weren’t complaining. Lips and tongue deliciously collide against one another. Even after eating and drinking, the taste of his lips were sweet, decadent. As the kissing gets hotter you start to pull and grab his hair, trying to get more of you than what you already have. “You want more huh?” He asks in-between kisses and chuckles to himself. “Don’t you want more of me too?” He pulls away, his eyes darker than they usually are, “Of course. I want nobody more than I want you right now.”

He swiftly positions you on his lap as you start to undress and he helps you. Once your undressed you start to pull on his shirt and takes off his clothes. Once he's done you position yourself back on top of him. “Now show me how much you missed me”, he smacks your ass earning him a yelp. You turn to the door, realising how loud you were, forgetting the two of you don’t have the dorm to yourselves. You gladly take the challenge just to make him cave in and get weak from you. You slowly take him all, looking him in the face as you do. He can't help but to furrow his brows and stifle a quiet moan as he throws his head back on the pillows.

“Ahhhh shit.” You let out a breathy moan and smile at his reaction. You start off slowly for a few more strokes. But your boy seems so impatient. He gets up and turns you over. “You going slow on purpose weren't you?””Maybe.” “Oh yeah?” He then rams deep into you making you yelp in surprises. He takes you with fast deep strokes just so he can keep making you scream. “None of them could fuck you this good babe.” You moan in response to him taunting you, but you can’t say anything back because he’s hitting your sweet spot.

“Seokwoo” is all you manage to say as you grab his hair and start to feel your climax approaching. “Your gonna cum?” “Yeah” “Should I let you?” “Should I let you afterward?” he forgot that you still had to help him cum, “Fair point”. He goes faster and stuff his head in your neck as both of you come to close and cum. After the two of you finally catch your breath, you cuddle together. “When your jealous you can be a pain. Stop getting so jealous so easily.” He looks over at you and pulls you closer to him, chuckling he answers, “I can’t help it you love them too, so I have to be extra protective.” “Well keep acting like that and you’ll be the one that needs protecting.” His regular dorkiness comes back a he laughs at your threat but says, “Okay, okay. I won’t. Plus you probably really could. You hit really hard for someone so small.”

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