#I am running out of time to graduate in June and I could just graduate in august but then I have to admit to my family that I fucked up bad
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it isn’t the end of the semester but i’m already having my end of the semester breakdown oh my GOD I am going to have a heart attack. sprite save me
#nothing is done!! not my applications not my interviews etc#I am running out of time to graduate in June and I could just graduate in august but then I have to admit to my family that I fucked up bad#it takes 3-6 weeks to get IRB approval I need to step on it#it’ll take at least 4 for my paid leave forms for work to go through and I don’t know if it’ll get approved#and if it does when do my benefits start#I feel like an idiot where those forms are concerned because it needs an occupation code and I don’t know if it’s specific#or if I can just select the one that best matches my job description and I can’t find that info anywhere#my body is literally shutting down I have two golf ball sized tumors and I can’t get out of bed but I can’t sleep#my car is kaputt and I have to call several different shops to get it seen because the one I took it to couldn’t fix it#and is any of it worth it!! is any of it!!#I cried for like three hours today bc I tried to talk to my mom about it and. well. she was very much a mom about it and not helpful#like yeah! obviously I want to graduate in June! but my research isn’t even approved because I haven’t been able to get myself#to complete the application for the last six months! Jesus Christ!#I can’t sleep and I’m so tired I’m so so tired my brain just straight up isn’t working!#I swear to god if I finally meet with my advisor and he does his well you don’t seem to need my help bullshit again#I’m gonna actually snap and kill him#anyway. need to do three things by end of Wednesday. just three things#clean. irb. and paid leave. that’s it that’s all.#it’s what I’ve tried to do the last four days and I’ve accomplished none of it but. Jesus Christ it’s gotta get done#FOUR THINGS I have to call the shop to get an estimate for a car I’m not even going to bother to fix#ok vent session over#delete later#fkdjdjshhaa im a MESS#sprite save me 😭#save me sprite. save me
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ryomen sukuna x f!reader
**part of my best friend's (older brother) fic
previous part linked here
TW: minor mentions of violence/parental abuse!! also this is suggestive pls read at your own discretion!!
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“so did i grow another head or are you meeting up with sammy later?”
“what? how did you even know about that?”
sukuna lazily leans against you, still half asleep, as he breathes into your neck, a string of unintelligible noises coming out of his throat. you can tell that it’s still too early for him – and that your racket or your absence must have woken him up. you reach up, running one of your hands through his hair, before pressing a halfhearted kiss to his cheek and returning to your typing.
“google calendar.” sukuna responds.
you smile.
“i didn’t realize you actually looked at that.”
sukuna reaches forward, slamming the screen of your computer down, as you roll your eyes and lean against him.
“sukuna.”
“you can study in bed, y’know.” he responds.
“that’ll distract you, with the typing and the shuffling of papers and all that.”
“well, it’s already fucking distracting when i wake up and you’re not next to me, so…same shit.”
you roll your eyes.
“stop being dramatic. i could easily spend the weekend at my own place and you’d sleep just fine.” you respond.
“no, i wouldn’t. you basically live here now, i’d obviously notice if you just disappeared.” he deadpans.
you pause, clutching your pencil in your hand, before spinning it around in your palm. you can feel sukuna lean off of you, your silence clueing him in, as he now intently stares at you with his brown eyes, drowning in irritation. he’s clearly awake now.
“what are you thinking about?” he asks.
“nothing.”
“well, it’s certainly not nothing. and i’m almost positive it’s something annoying because you’re not telling me.” he responds, poking into your cheek.
you sigh.
“should i be paying rent? because…i really am here all the time…s’kind of unfair if you’re the one paying for the place when i stole all of your closet space and your bed and –”
“you’re making it sound like you’re such a nuisance to me. contrary to your beliefs, i actually love that you’re using my closet and that you take my jackets sometimes. and in my opinion, the only place you should be is in my bed anyway, so.”
sukuna can tell that you’re not really buying it.
“can you let me cover our groceries? i literally eat all of your food too. and –”
“it’s our food. i made it for you.” he complains.
“i’m probably emptying out your bank account and you’re just letting me. you should just –”
sukuna reaches for your legs, before sliding you sideways on the chair so that you’re facing him. and he takes his residence in between your legs, cupping his hands around your face, and angling your chin up so that you’re looking at him.
“you’re about to graduate. how about…you start splitting rent with me when you aren’t living in your dorm and you’re officially living with me? it doesn’t make sense to pay for two places right now.”
you bite down on the softness of your cheek.
“are you…asking me to move in with you?”
“you already live here.” he deadpans.
“no. but then we’d have to put me on the lease. i’d-i’d actually live here live here.”
“well, were you really thinking about moving back home? you would hate that.”
“i mean no. but i was going to look for an apartment and roommates and –”
“i have an apartment right here. i would be a great roommate – i feed you and i kiss you when you’re sad, which seems like a win win to me. but if it feels too fast for you to move in with me in a few months, that’s okay with me. i will help you apartment hunt if it comes to it.”
you frown.
“do you think people will judge us for moving in together so fast? i mean, by the time i graduate, it’ll only have been like…like half a year? and we still haven’t –”
“do you think it’s weird?”
“i mean, no but –”
“what other people say doesn’t matter. if you want to live here when june comes around, that’s really no one else’s business. i’m not going to murder you, i won’t be a bad roommate, and that’s kind of all that matters.”
you smile.
“do you want to live with me?”
“you. already. live. here.” he responds.
“no, but like. joint lease. like actually living here. you know you won’t be able to break up with me for like two years because we’ll be stuck here, right?”
“well, i was obviously not planning on breaking up with you, so that won’t be a problem, will it?”
you pause.
“i guess not.”
sukuna gives you a satisfied smile, before dropping his hand from your face to the chain hanging around your neck. you can’t help but feel your cheeks warm as he admires the little charms on the necklace he gave you, running his fingers over them.
“what?” you ask.
“you’re still wearing it.”
“are you crazy? i have to wear this forever now. i’m never going to take it off.”
“okay, but…i do take mine to get cleaned every few months so you will eventually have to take it off.”
you roll your eyes, as you bring one of your hands up to his, and squeeze.
“so…i’m taking your big avoidance of the question as a confirmation that you really are seeing sammy later?”
you sigh.
“yeah. i’ve been trying to make plans with her for two weeks and she was finally able to pencil me in.”
sukuna pulls up the chair next to you, sitting on it backwards, as he leans his chin against the back of the chair. he’s playing with the rings on your fingers, twisting them back and forth, as he listens.
“okay, but why? do i have to roam around in the mall at the same time as you guys just to save you in case she’s a bitch?”
“don’t call her a bitch, sukuna.” you groan.
sukuna’s eyes widen, as he jokingly presses his hands to your face and starts shaking your head.
“who are you and what did you do to my girlfriend?”
you swat his hands off, as you narrow your eyes at him.
“stop it! i’m just…trying to be nicer to her. you should be too, she’s still my sister.”
“wow. what brought on this sudden need to reconcile with the devil?”
“sukuna!”
“okay, okay, i’m done.”
you pause, leaning your cheek against the cold tile of the kitchen island. it bites into your skin, the shrill cold making the hairs on the ends of your arm stand up.
“you know how we hate that yuuji is so…so one track minded when it comes to you and me? how he kind of pushes his own feelings into what he thinks about us and that…that a lot of them are really immature things from when you guys were kids?”
“yeah.”
“it would be hypocritical of me to hate yuuji for doing that when i do the same thing to my own sister.”
sukuna raises his eyebrows.
“do you?”
“i think so. i’m just…i don’t know. i feel like dating you has made me more self aware.”
“well, obviously. i’m the epitome of emotional intelligence.”
“shut up! i was just saying because…well, i know why yuuji harbors so much dislike for you now that you’re dating me.”
sukuna pauses, leaning forward like he’ll almost miss it if he isn’t close enough to hear it.
“he thought it was really careless when you left for europe, that you just thought about yourself and no one else. he thought it was really unfair because he still needed you to be there for him and you weren’t anymore.”
sukuna can feel the guilt pooling in his chest.
“but now that i’m dating you…and i know why you left, i feel like he’s really immature. i know that yuuji needed you but you were still a kid too. it wasn’t your responsibility to take care of him and he can’t get mad at you for that. you were your own person and you picked what was right for you.”
sukuna reaches forward and cups one of your cheeks. you lean into the warmth of his hand, before pressing a kiss to his palm.
“that’s why i hated sammy. that she would try to be fake and act like she was the best, when i knew she was getting drunk every weekend in highschool. i…i was always embarrassed because really, i just wanted her to take care of me the way you took care of yuuji. but that wasn’t her job and really, she still did that when it really mattered, anyways.”
“what do you mean?”
“that time i told you about, where i got caught in that car with mazzy and got in trouble. they called my mom, but…but sammy was the one who picked up. she was the one who came and got me and i had to tell her everything. i was expecting for her to tell me what everyone kind of did at that time, that he was a bad guy so what did i expect from being with him?”
“but?”
“but she just took me home and told me to take a shower. made me a really nice dinner. it meant a lot to me at the time, i-i basically started sobbing when she handed me my food because it just felt so nice to be around someone who just wanted to take care of me. she never even asked me twice about it, just…just kind of did what i needed.”
sukuna presses a kiss to the top of your knuckles.
“we’re older now. i want us to be better and just…be friends at least? i don’t know, i just think i’ve been really unfair to her when i’ve never even stopped to ask her if she needed anything from me.”
“well, you can start by asking her today.” sukuna offers.
you smile.
“yeah. yeah, i can.”
sukuna leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“so what i’m hearing is…i’m the best, most self aware boyfriend ever who –”
“oh, calm down, narcissus. just when i think your ego can’t get bigger you go and start staying stuff like that.”
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you wait for sammy across from the little donut shop at the mall. you get a set of two donuts – a maple bar for her and a sugar one for you – as you swing your legs over the bench and rehearse your little script in your head.
it felt a little evil given the conversation you had with sukuna earlier in the day, but you had a favor you desperately needed to ask her.
and surely enough, she comes right on time, hands shoved in her pockets as she gives you a halfhearted smile. you jump up, unsure if you should hug her or shake hands and then there’s too much of a pause when you don’t say anything.
“are you okay?” she asks.
“hm? yeah! yeah. how are you? also, i got you a donut. and it’s maple, your favorite! and –”
you pause – too much. but she fills the silence.
“you’re rambling.” she states, as she plops down on the bench.
she shoots you a grateful smile as she picks up the donut from the box, perfectly wrapped in the napkin, and takes a bite out of it. you mimic her motions, maybe scarfing down yours faster than you should have, from the nervousness.
she hates you.
“jesus. is this the first time you ate today? do i have to slap sukuna for not feeding my little sister properly?”
sammy reaches forward, an annoyed look on her face, as she wipes away the sugar around the edges of your mouth – and you shoot her a grateful smile, that she halfheartedly acknowledges, as you lean back on the bench.
“how’d you know about sukuna?”
sammy rolls her eyes.
“kisa. she was going on and on about how the ryomen sukuna is dating sammy’s little sister. half of the town knows by now, including the moms, who are planning to invite you to some big dinner where they start talking about your wedding.”
“huh? my what?”
“you should thank me, bitch. they were actually talking about your grandchildren and i told them that they need to tone it back fifty notches or you both won’t ever talk to them again.”
“well, sukuna definitely won’t if they say that.”
“tell me about it.” she responds.
you shoot her a grateful smile, heart warm that she had thought to advocate for you in the slightest, as you prep yourself to say your entire spiel.
“i asked you a question. is he good to you?” sammy asks.
“what?”
“sukuna. is he good to you or do i have to mutilate him?”
you smile and she returns it back, leaning back in her chair and hiking her legs to her chest.
“really good. i really love him.” you respond.
sammy smiles.
“i know.”
“what do you mean you know?”
“first and foremost, that poor kid has been so hopelessly wet in his pants for you since he was like a kid. do you remember that one birthday where he got you a bike that he built from scratch? second, i did hear him call you a pretty girl that one dinner he came to right before you started chewing him out.”
you cringe.
“oh god. we’re not actually like that – i was being really stupid that day. i just…”
“no, it was really funny. he came back looking like a kicked dog when mom asked him to leave.”
you smile.
“i bet.”
you pause. you had to be honest.
“we actually don’t fight that much, that was just one of the rare times. i just got kind of jealous. of you. when the moms were suggesting that you date him and you were buying into it. i thought he was actually going to do it and i just…got irritated and yelled at him. and trust me, i was even worse when we got home before i calmed down, so…”
sammy scoffs.
“i don’t want to date your boyfriend.”
“i know! it…it was my problem. i clearly have issues with insecurities, especially when it comes to you because of how the moms were sometimes, and i know that it’s my fault.”
sammy raises her eyes.
“what?”
“well, i don’t know. i mean, i feel like i’ve had big problems with what people have thought of me since i was a kid. but i always felt like they liked you better, and that because they liked you they couldn’t like me, and sometimes it made me resent you. and it was unfair, because, because…that’s not really your fault.”
sammy sighs, before demolishing her donut by splitting it in half.
“well, that’s not entirely true.”
“hm?”
“that’s not true. sometimes…i did do it on purpose. sometimes, i got a kick out of the fact that for once that…someone liked me instead of you.”
“you’re kidding.” you deadpan.
“i’m really not though. because you tend to forget, that i didn’t have friends like you did when you were a kid. you met yuuji the first day we moved into that house. sukuna basically followed you around after that. the three of you were friends and…and i was never included. so if the parents were the ones who liked to be around me, then…then that’s where i was going to be.”
you pause.
the worst part of it was that sammy was always your dad’s favorite. and he’s the one who picked up and left.
“you forget that your best friend before yuuji was me, y/n. i’m sorry that i was a bitch to you and maybe made some of your insecurities worse…but you did it to me first. i wasn’t exactly mature at that age so i just…that’s just what i did.”
you lean back, unable to stop thinking about it now. that when you and yuuji wanted to go to the park, sukuna was always the one who took you guys – and that sammy was the one who stayed behind. how you really can’t remember a time where it was ever the four of you, but hundreds of times that sukuna had followed behind you and yuuji under the guise of taking care of you.
and then you feel horrible. because every time you got drunk in highschool, yuuji was always there covering for you, making sure that you made it home safe with water and aspirin in your system, when you almost always found sammy half passed out on the porch before you had to drag her back into the house before your mom noticed.
that maybe, sammy knew exactly how to take care of you that night she had to pick you up, because it was exactly what she had been longing for someone to do for her.
“i’m a really shitty sister, aren’t i?” you ask.
“yeah. but i am too, so…can’t really blame yourself there.”
“are you? because…because i literally abandoned you.”
“and i took it out on you and your friends after the fact so, relax. we’re both shitty people, it’s not a big deal.”
you pause. you suppose that she’s right.
“i was going to ask something really cheesy but i know you’d get really annoyed.” you state.
sammy curls her nose up in disgust.
“like what?”
“well, i was going to ask if we were going to be friends now? and –”
“you exercised the correct judgment. that’s disgusting, y/n.”
but then sammy brings her hand up and rests it against the top of your head, before brushing the stray hairs around your face to the backs of your ears. and you smile, feeling so oddly taken care of that it makes your heart warm.
“god. he really is good for you, isn’t he?”
“who?”
“pablo picasso. obviously, sukuna.” sammy responds, tone bitingly sarcastic.
“why do you say that?”
“dunno. we’re hanging out right now. talking about our feelings. if he makes you realize that you’re jealous of me and indirectly makes us talk about our…whatever…then he must be good for you. that and the fact that he’s been obsessed with you since forever so, he must be on top of the world.”
you smile.
“i don’t know. i kind of thought that some part of me was…ruined after what happened back then. like i came with this big thing that someone else would have to come to terms with if they were going to be with me.”
sammy glares at you, but you can tell that it’s laced with concern. that she thinks you’re being stupid.
“what?”
“i just mean. i always knew i’d have problems from my past relationship in my current one. and that maybe someone wouldn’t love me enough to be patient, because i would struggle so much.”
sammy sighs.
“but?”
“but, he’s so patient. sammy, sometimes i don’t even know what i did to deserve him. he’s…he does things just because he knows they’ll make me happy, even if he hates them, and…and he’s always so understanding about everything. he never pushes, he’s always so sweet and just –”
“it’s what you deserve.”
“what?”
“it’s what you should have had the first time.” sammy states.
you pause.
“yeah. but it almost makes me more grateful for him now. it’s almost like…i had to know the bad to really appreciate the good? and it makes it sweeter? i don’t know, i obviously wouldn’t have wanted it to happen if i had the choice, but i’m just really…really grateful for him.” you respond.
“i’m sure that means the world to him.”
“what do you mean?”
sammy nearly cringes.
“well, you know how his dad was. i’m sure it makes his entire life that someone actually appreciates him.”
you nod.
“i was going to call him after this actually. tell him that if he ever hurts my little sister, who is my friend now, i’m going to cut his dick off. but…same for you. sometimes i forget how much he suffered at the hands of his dad when he was little. he deserves good just as much as you do.”
you feel a shiver down your spine. on a topic you had yet to broach with sukuna. on the times that he’d fight so bad with his dad that he’d spend the night at your house. and the rare occasions where his dad would raise his hands on sukuna and when you had to watch your mom ice his skin from the door of the kitchen.
“you’ll cut my dick off?” you murmur.
sammy snorts.
“shut up. you know what i meant.”
sammy pushes up off the bench, as she gestures for you to join her with her head.
“so what did you need my help with?” sammy asks.
“huh? how did you know?”
“you’re annoying. you’re going to be nice to me but you’re also going to ask for a favor.” sammy states.
“okay, i’m sorry! but i really can’t ask anyone else, all my friends are all…weird about me and sukuna dating so i can’t just be like oh…oh come buy lingerie with me because i have no idea how any of it works.”
sammy raises her eyebrows, fighting the urge to laugh, as you shove her.
“shut up. you’re such a bitch.”
“you guys already hit a short fuse that you need to spice things up? he’s such a dog.”
“what? no, no we haven’t even done it yet.”
“what?”
“well, we had a whole talk. and now that we’ve waited for so long, i want it to be special. for me and him, and…and i want to feel good, okay? not that i think it’ll make me feel good but i just mean it would be nice to do something like that.”
sammy links her arm in with yours, turning on your heel towards the direction of the store, as she keeps laughing. you can feel the embarrassment in your cheeks, irritated, as you elbow her in the side one again.
“stop it!”
“i’m sorry! that’s actually like really cute and fucking romantic. but i can’t just stop laughing at you saying you don’t know how lingerie works.”
“it looks so complicated online. just so many…straps and stuff.”
“okay, okay, relax. my girlfriend loves this type of shit, so i’m basically an expert.”
you try to hide your shock – at sammy saying she has a girlfriend – as she drags you into the store and basically shoves you into a dressing room.
and surely enough, you leave the mall with a light pink set that she insisted on buying for you and a box of condoms that you swiped on your way out from the convenience store across the street.
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sukuna comes home to dim lights and the faint smell of lavender. and shockingly enough, you serving dinner, perfectly plating and garnishing it with the little minced greens. he quickly decides that it’s his favorite sight – your eyebrows scrunched in concentration, drowning in one of his old t-shirts.
you feel sukuna’s arms wrap around your waist, as he sags nearly his entire weight around your back, and sighs heavily into your shoulder.
“hi doll face. what’s the occasion?” he murmurs.
you smile.
“does there need to be an occasion for me to do something nice for you?”
“yes. you’re cooking dinner, which is haunting, baby.”
“fine. you can starve then.”
sukuna laughs, before pressing lazy kisses into your neck, and loosening the buttons around his collar.
and throughout the course of the dinner, he can tell that you’re nervous. it would be a little off putting a few months ago, but he knows better by now – that you’re clearly going to ask him something important or say something big to him. and naturally, with how impatient he was, he was going to weasel it out of you.
“how was sammy?” sukuna asks.
you smile.
“good. she said she will cut your dick off if you hurt my feelings.”
sukuna snorts.
“i expected as much. did you give any thought to the apartment?”
“yeah. it makes sense and…and i really don’t care.”
you reach forward, pressing your hand into the warmth of his cheek, and feel your heart flutter at the smile he gives you back. you can feel the nervous anticipation pooling under your skin, entire body warm at the thought of him sitting across from you.
“i really love you, you know that?” you whisper.
sukuna narrows his eyes at you, the whisper of a smile still on his face.
“are you sure you’re okay? we can talk about anything that’s bothering you if –”
“no. no, nothing’s bothering me. really. i just really love you.”
sukuna shakes his head, the lightest pink dusting his cheeks.
“you silly girl.” he scoffs.
you smile.
“i love you more. don’t argue back because you won’t win.”
you shake your head, before reaching into the lining of your underwear, for the condom that you tucked into your skin. and you place it flat on the table, before looking up at him.
“wow. you’re serving condom for dessert? at least tell me it’s flavored.” he asks.
you groan, which earns you him a laugh from him.
“they come flavored?”
“yeah, but…but it’s weird so don’t buy those. also, don’t buy condoms. that’s my job.”
“i don’t know how you initiate these type of things!”
sukuna laughs, before cupping your cheeks with his hands.
“you’re like a cavewoman. initiating sex by giving me a condom. no foreplay? no kissing?”
“i mean, obviously. but like…we always kind of get close to it. i just wanted you to know that i was ready. and that i…”
sukuna grins and it’s enough to make your heart drop to your stomach.
“that you what?” he whispers.
“you know.”
sukuna shakes his head, as he reaches for your waist and pulls you off the chair, and starts dragging you towards his room.
“i don’t know, y/n. you have to tell me, princess.”
you feel your cheeks burn, as you press your hands to your sides.
“well…i want you.”
“is that right?”
“sukuna.” you whine.
sukuna locks his hands around your waist, as you lift yours around his neck, nervously crumpling the fabric of his shirt in your hands as you look up at him.
“i’m done teasing. you just make it so easy, baby.”
you bite your lip.
“well, i kind of like it. so you…you don’t have to stop.”
sukuna smiles, before leaning his forehead against yours.
“more of that, okay? you tell me what you like, more importantly what you don’t.” sukuna whispers.
you nod.
“safe word.” sukuna states.
“um…worm?”
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“and what if i wanted to call you my pretty little worm? then what?”
“if i take all my clothes off and you even think about calling me a worm, i’m never speaking to you again.” you respond.
sukuna laughs, before giving you a nod, and leaning forward to close the distance before you. you can tell that he’s moving slow, tiny steps backing you up before you fall back onto the bed, and he’s hovering with his necklace dangling over you.
and his voice is quiet as he peppers kisses into your cheek and neck, so soft it makes your stomach rumble.
“just so you know, it does hurt the first time. need you to tell me, don’t feel embarrassed. and i –”
“i know. i know, i will.”
sukuna smiles, before hooking his fingers under the fabric of his t-shirt, before he carefully pulls it out from under you. and maybe it’s the sheer embarrassment that you went out of your way to buy lingerie – but you pinch your eyes shut when you catch the realization in his eyes.
“up.”
his voices comes out more gravelly than you’ve ever heard it, as you open your eyes, skin burning, as you give him a confused look.
“sit up, doll. let me look at you.” he whispers, this time more fervent.
you oblige, sitting up on the edge of the bed, as he kneels onto the ground, hands fixed on your waist, as he looks up at you. you cringe, shrinking your shoulders together, as you look down at him.
“too much?” you ask.
sukuna scoffs.
“are you fucking crazy?” he responds, tone dripping with disbelief.
sukuna stands up this time, pulling you up with him, as cradles your face with his hands, eyes so sickeningly sweet that it makes you smile.
“my perfect girl. what did i do to deserve you, huh?” he murmurs.
“what?”
“the dinner, the candles. this fucking set you bought. you ruin me, you know that?”
you shake your head, as he drops his hands, admiring the lace. and he lifts one of his fingers, making the gesture for you to spin, as you oblige, and get a barrage of kisses in response.
“i’m obsessed, you know that? with this, with you, with your smell.”
you smile, pulling his face out of the crook of your neck, as you shake your head, and he takes the hint to slow down. you relax into his arms, nervously toying with the buttons on his shirt, as you calm down, trying to ease the nerves, as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“i’m guessing you…you like it?”
“like it? i love it. it’s special to me.” he murmurs.
you look up at him, as he drops his gaze to yours, lovingly running his hands through your hair.
“really? you don’t think it’s cheesy right?”
sukuna shakes his head.
“s’really special. never had someone put in this much effort to make me feel special. i was supposed to be doing all of this for you, y’know? was planning it all out too.”
“really?”
“yeah. was gonna get you a whole weekend getaway for your birthday. whole rose petals on the bed and everything.”
you laugh.
“what the fuck is so funny? it’s romantic.” he complains.
“no, no it’s so cute! but you have to let me be the romantic too sometimes. i wanted to do all of this for you…and me too. i mean, i just –”
“i understand, princess. you’re perfect.” sukuna responds.
you pause.
“you can tell me if you don’t want this right now. i know i made us dinner and made it a whole thing with the outfit, but really, you don’t have to oblige just because i –”
sukuna responds by closing the distance, lips warm against yours as he pushes you back onto the bed, for a second time.
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sukuna brings you two advils when you’re soaking in the bath. you can still feel your blood pulsating under your skin, the tiredness seeping into your bones as you lean back against the tile, with the warmth of the water relaxing your muscles.
and you can’t help but feel your skin burn when he walks back in – unable to stop thinking about how his head was just nestled in between your legs, of all the sweet nothings leaving his mouth, and the gentle way he carried you here after running the bath for you.
he crouches down by the side of the tub, holding his hand out for you as you oblige. he lifts the cup to your mouth, refusing to let you hold it, as you down the pills.
“i can’t hold my own glass now?”
“it's aftercare. shut up.”
he makes the motion to stand up and you reach out, slapping your wet hand around his wrist and pulling.
“you okay?”
“yeah. yeah, but can you stay?”
sukuna nods, as he sits flat on the tile of the bathroom, leaning his head against the side of the bath. he was intent on giving you the time to process and relax, despite the fact that he wanted nothing more to stay there, to possibly never leave your side again, and is pleasantly surprised by your request.
“bath okay?” he asks.
“yeah. thanks. for the pills too.”
“promise it’ll hurt less next time, yeah?” sukuna murmurs.
you nod, poking at the little indents of his dimples. you can’t help but admire him, the lightest sheen of sweat still stuck to his forehead, at the arch of his back and the tattoos littered over his skin as he lazily places his hand in the water and lets the soap run through his fingers.
“did you like it?” sukuna asks.
“are you a nut job?”
“i mean, what did you like? just so i keep it in mind for next time. s’my job to make you feel good, y’know?”
you smile, before feeling your chest ache.
“all of it.” you respond.
sukuna shakes his head.
“nope. specifics.”
you lean back, absentmindedly running your hands through his hair, as you think it over.
“well, i liked it when you would hold my hand. it made me feel really comfortable…and when you would ask before doing something different.”
“uh huh. what else?”
“um…the stuff you called me.”
sukuna grins.
“like what?”
you groan.
“you know…the usual stuff!”
“you like it when i called you my good girl, right? when you were taking me so well?” sukuna asks.
you can tell that he’s trying to irritate you and lightly splash the water at him.
“sue me! i like to be praised by my boyfriend!” you respond, glaring at him.
sukuna shakes his head at you, before reaching for your hands and pressing kisses to your knuckles. the spots he marked on your neck are starting to purple up now, as he reaches down for his own that you left.
“i liked it when you did this.” sukuna responds.
you smile.
“i’ll cover it up before you go to work tomorrow.”
“i liked all the pretty sounds you made. i go insane when you say my name.”
you shake your head, before splashing the water at him.
“quit it.”
“really. i love it all. i love you.”
you deflate. sammy’s comment from earlier, the harsh memory of him with his eye purpled over on your dining room table, runs through your mind, as you lean forward, and press a kiss to his shut eyelids.
“yeah, yeah. i love you too.”
sukuna smiles, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your knee.
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Darlin' pt 5
pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt6
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Slowburn romance)
Description: Cooper starts to soften up.
Notes: This one is a bit longer! I might be a little slower between parts from now on as it is finals season and I'll be graduating with my bachelor's degree (yay!) plus I work full time. As always, any critiques are welcome!
The air between us after the hug attempt was thick with tension. We walked in silence as we made our way into the wasteland, clear tracks in the sand making the target easy to follow. I was sure that the look on my face was pathetic, like a kicked puppy. I tried to hide my hurt at first, but it didn't seem like he cared much since he had hardly even glanced at me since we left Ma June's shop anyway. At least I had Whilzig's dog. I knew he was just there to help us track his master, but his presence felt comforting. Without him, I think the tension between Cooper and I would be too much to handle.
I glanced over at the ghoul every so often. I was hoping I would catch him glancing back, a sign that he did in fact, give a damn about me. I felt deflated. Any hope I had about his feelings for me had vanished.
I let a quiet sigh escape my lips as I looked down at my feet.
This seemed to get his attention as he stopped in his tracks and whipped around to face me. "Stop it." He said sternly, a look of annoyance on his face.
I was sure that my face did little to hide the horror I felt at his reaction. "I am just tired." I tried to lie.
"Sure." He said back, crossing his arms. He clearly knew I was lying.
I felt anger prickle up inside me. "Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong? I didn't." I exclaimed. "I hugged my friend. At least I thought I did."
He didn't respond to this, instead opting to look out into the never-ending sand.
"Let's just keep going," I mumbled as I stomped past him.
Growing up I loved the sun. I loved to feel its warm rays on my skin as it shined through the window. Now? Now I hated it. We had barely been in the Wasteland that long, and I already felt like the heat was suffocating me. It didn't seem to bother Cooper though. He showed no sign of tiring or discomfort. "One of the perks of being a ghoul I guess." I thought to myself bitterly.
After what felt like ages, our furry companion barked and started running towards a large piece of metal. Cooper and I exchanged looks before picking up our pace to catch up to him.
"What the hell?" I mumbled as I pinched my nose and looked away from the headless body.
Cooper crouched down next to Whilzig, a look of mild confusion on his face before looking out into the wasteland. One of his coughing fits started as he took his pack off of his shoulder and put it on the ground, rummaging through it. He found what he was looking for quickly, a metal tin with a couple of vials of Jet inside. Despite being angry with him, I looked down at him, concern evident on my face. Almost like he could sense it, he looked up at me as he put the vial into his inhaler. His eyes closed and a look of relief washed over his face as he breathed it in. He let out one more soft wheeze as he collected himself.
"Cooper?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, Darlin'?" He replied while getting up from the ground.
"I'm sorry." I started. "I am sorry for huggin' you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
His eyes bore into me while he contemplated his response. "You're okay Darlin'." He said quietly. "I am just an ill-tempered old man."
I let out a small giggle. "I would've said cranky, but ill-tempered is a nicer way to put it."
He let out a loud bark of a laugh in response. "Come on let's go find the rest of im'." He said as he patted my shoulder.
As we started to walk away from the body, Cooper let out a clicking noise, getting the dog's attention. The dog barked in response as he chased after us.
"How old are you anyway?" I ask curiously.
He hummed in response, "Old."
I decided not to press it further, his short response suggesting it wasn't something he wanted to discuss. This time, our silent march was much more pleasant. The tension from earlier was gone. I was exceeding grateful for this change. As the sun started to set, I felt relieved. The heat didn't feel quite as terrible as the sun started to fade behind the horizon.
"Good a spot as any," Cooper said as he peaked inside a half-crumbled building.
I sighed in relief. "God my feet are killing me. I think I've done more walkin' with you than I have in my entire life."
He let out a breathy laugh, "And you are gonna do a lot more, sugar."
It didn't take long for me to fall asleep in the sand curled up next to Whilzig's dog.
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I slowly peeled my eyes open as I felt someone gently shaking me. My bleary eyes peered up to see the face of my traveling companion.
"Mornin' Darlin'." He smirked at my dazed and exhausted face. "Sleep well?"
I just grumbled in response. I slowly raised to my feet, wincing as the pressure on them began to build. I felt his eyes on me as he raised his bag to his shoulder. I sighed as I reached down to pick up my bag as well.
"When we get this bounty, I am gonna sleep for a week." I say with a soft groan.
"Gimme that." He said as he ripped my bag from my hands and threw it over his empty shoulder. He chuckled at the surprised look on my face. "Can't have your pretty ass slowin' me down."
I stood there for a moment and replayed our exchange in my head before finally running after him. "He keeps calling me pretty." I think to myself while a blush creeps over my cheeks.
"You know," I started, feeling bold. "I think we are a great team."
He glanced over at me, an amused look on his face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I hummed happily. "I am really glad I met you."
An unrecognizable look washed over his face. Hesitation? Confusion? Fear? It looked like all of those emotions, all at once.
I gave him a weary smile, "Even if you won't let me hug you." I admit.
He hesitated, almost looking like he was going to say something before he stopped himself.
"Hey, Dog Meat!" He yelled up at the dog, "Don't go far."
"Dog Meat?" I mused, "Really?"
"That's what he is, ain't he?" he replied, smirking.
I knew he was trying to change the subject. He was uncomfortable again. So, I decided to let him as I let out a small giggle. "Sure, Cooper."
We continued along, getting closer and closer to the derelict city. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional bark from Dog Meat. We happened upon an oasis, the water inviting, almost trying to trick me into taking a dip. I knew better than that. We could hear a commotion in front of us as we started to slow down, quieting our footsteps. Cooper turned to me and put a finger to his lips, silently shushing me. Someone else was there. The bounty?
No, it was the vaultie. I stayed behind as Cooper snuck up behind her. She only noticed his presence once she heard the cock of his gun.
"Hello again." She said, her eyes filled with fear.
He greeted her by hitting her over the head with the butt of his gun. I grimaced as she fell to the ground.
"Where is it?" He snarled. "The head."
She whimpered on the ground quietly while Cooper picked up her bag and emptied the contents into the dirt.
Cooper got angry as he realized the head wasn't there. He cocked his gun again, ready to shoot her.
"Okay, okay, I don't know where it is. Okay? I lost it." The vaultie begged. "I lost it."
Cooper let out a soft hum as he looked around, it seemed like he already knew what he was looking for when he put his boot in a pile of dung. I made a disgusted face.
"Did you seriously have to do that?" I mumbled. This brought the vaultie's attention to me. She was so caught up in her fear of Cooper she didn't even realize I was there.
"A gulper got it, huh?" He said as he turned back to the vaultie before grabbing her by the hair.
She cried as she begged for mercy as he dragged her to the dock. Once there, he tied a rope with an anchor on the end around her body as well as bound her feet. I just watched from afar, feeling slightly bad for the girl. Dog Meat was barking so loudly I could hardly hear them.
"Stop! Please!" She begged as she wiggled, trying to break free. "My dad, he's an overseer. He got taken by Raiders and I need that head to get him back. If you help me find him, he'll do whatever you want!"
Instead of responding, Cooper just pushed her into the water. The rope she was bound with was connected to a piece of metal I did not recognize, but it kept her from sinking to the bottom. She splashed around as she panicked.
"Stop! Stop! Torture is wrong!" She cried out when he brought her back up out of the water.
Cooper let out a scoff. "You know, they used to do these things called studies. Why, you couldn't open a newspaper without reading about one study or another. Anyways, one particular study came out and it said torturing a person, don't do shit." He replied as he dropped her back into the water briefly before bringing her up again. "It made sense. I mean a man hurts me? I wouldn't want to do him any favors. And yet the practice of torture failed to vanish from this earth. In fact, as time marches on, I've personally noticed a decided uptick in the amount of torture being doled out across the board." He continued as he picked off a small creature from her back and fed it to Dog Meat.
"Sir, please. I need the head. It's the only way I can get my father back." The vaultie begged again. I admired her spirit. I debated asking Cooper to stop, but I bit my tongue instead.
"My point is," Cooper replied, ignoring her pleas. "If you ask me, them studies, they were right. Torturing a person don't do shit."
"Then why are you doing this?" She asked, exasperated.
"Well, I ain't torturing you, sweetheart. I'm using you as bait." He explained before dunking her in the water again. I hated to admit it, but I felt a tiny bit of jealousy in my chest at the nickname. I knew I shouldn't be jealous, he obviously held little love for her.
Cooper started to whistle as he got closer to the edge of the dock like he was beckoning something near. It was at this point that I realized I had been slowly inching closer to them this whole time as my feet finally met the dock.
"What is a gulper?" I asked Cooper curiously.
"A monster, darlin'. Careful." He said, realizing how close I was getting to the water. He grabbed his knife off the wooden box he put it on earlier and tied a rope around it. He clearly had a plan.
The vaultie started crying out in the water and flailing around even more than usual. This caused Cooper to try and lift her out of the water again, but the machine he was using was stuck.
"Cooper!" I cried out, realizing she was going to drown.
He sprang into action as he grabbed a hook, moving the entire machine to pull her out. As she was pulled onto the dock, a giant pink creature followed her. He was right. That was a monster. I ran up to the vaultie and grabbed her shoulders as I tried to pull her away, but the anchor tied around her was stuck in the gulper's mouth. She kicked at the creature violently as Cooper stuck it with his knife. The gulper got ahold of her leg and swung her around, pushing me into the water. I thrashed around as I tried to find something to hold onto.
"Cooper!" I yelled before I finally was able to grasp ahold of the dock. I could hear the tussle above me and the gulper finally cry out and fall back into the water.
I could hear Cooper gasping for air as he crawled over to me. "Give me your hand, sugar."
I quickly did as I was told. He pulled me out of the water and onto the dock with ease. He got up and looked out into the water, wincing as he realized the head was gone once again.
"Cooper," I said softly. "Your bag."
He moved swiftly, going straight for his tin of Jet. At the realization that it was completely crushed he pointed his gun back at the vaultie.
"Motherfucker!" He shouted angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've just let you use me as bait in a poison river!" The vaultie yelled back.
Cooper lowered his gun before turning back around to the water. "Fuck!" He screamed.
I finally stood up and waddled my way over to him. My clothes were soaked, uncomfortably sticking to my skin. This caught his attention, he put his hand on my cheek as he briefly scanned my body, looking for injuries. "I am fine." I hummed, my heart squeezing in my chest at his show of affection. It wasn't much, but it showed how much he cared.
"You can't treat people like this!" The vaultie interrupted.
"Yeah, why's that?" Cooper asked, his mind obviously elsewhere.
"Because of the golden rule." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you."
I gave her an amused look as I let out a small laugh. "The golden rule, huh? I don't think he follows that."
"Those gulpers digest real slow. You got time." Cooper said to himself.
I put the hand on his shoulder reassuringly, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked at me for a second before hurrying over to pick up our bags. "We gotta go." He pulled out his lasso and made his way to the vaultie.
"No. no, no, no, no." She begged as he put it around her neck. "Where are we going? What about the head? I need the head to get my dad back."
"Yeah, well, the wasteland's got its own golden rule," Cooper replied, dragging her along.
"Yeah, what's that?" She asked.
"Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time." Cooper sighed.
"What about the dog?" I asked, scurrying after him.
"He ain't ours." He responded curtly.
I frowned at him. I had gotten attached to Dog Meat, but the determined expression on Cooper's face kept me quiet. Wherever we were going, it was important.
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Friend In You ~ HHJ
WORD COUNT: 1.1K
PAIRING: hyunjin x Fem!Reader
GENRE: comfort fic, established relationships, fluffy, hyunjin being the bestest of boys
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023
⤜MASTERLIST
Things between you and Hyunjin had always been the best that they could have been and way more than you ever would have expected out of a relationship. It wasn't just a boyfriend you got when you were together with Hyunjin but it was a best friend kind of relationship. For as long as you could remember it had always just been the two of you and you enjoyed it a lot. Or at least, you thought you did.
It wasn't until you'd been at work one day and on our lunch, you'd noticed all of those you used to go to university with were hanging out with one another or their new friends and you suddenly couldn't remember the last time you'd spent time with someone that wasn't Hyunjin. It wasn't as though you hated spending time with him, in fact you adored being able to spend so much time with one another it was just that you were starting to realise how much you relied on him as a friend.
"You okay?" Hyunjin's voice suddenly asked from below you, it was now that you realised your hands had stilled inside of his silky black hair and you bit down on your lip a little. It was a Friday night, everyone else your age was probably out getting drunk or hanging out together but you were at home with Hyunjin, braiding his hair while he wore a facemask. Did he think that this was boring? What if he had other things he wanted to go and do and you were holding it back from it all? Your heart began to thump against your chest as you could only imagine the bad things.
"Do you think I'm boring?" You suddenly asked as you continued to braid his hair, tying it off once you reached the end of his strands. Hyunjin slowly turned around to face you, there was nothing on this planet that could ever make him think that you were boring.
"Where is this coming from?" He chuckled nervously as he stared back at you, the smile wiping from his face when he saw how serious you were about this.
"Am I annoying, even a little?" Your mind was already running through all of the reasons your friends no longer wanted to hang out with you. Ever since graduating, you'd been alone with Hyunjin, everything you would once do with your girlfriends you ended up doing with Hyunjin.
There were the days you'd go and get lost in a new city while shopping, or going on spa retreats together. Not to mention he was always there with you no matter what you were going through.
"Why would I ever find you annoying? What are you talking about?" He was suddenly sitting up and turning his body to face you, his face mask sliding off his face and into his lap but he didn't care. Right now, all he cared about was finding out why you were talking this way and who he had to fight for making you upset,
"I never leave you alone, we're always together...It's not as if I have many friends...If any." Your voice trailed off at the end and tears began to bead up in the corners of your eyes, instantly Hyunjin moved so that he was sitting right next to you, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your waist. As soon as you felt close to him your body relaxed against him and you let out a small sigh at how relaxed he made you feel.
"Don't you dare do this, baby. You're incredible, okay? Who cares if you don't have many friends? No one needs millions of them," He stared down at you but he could tell you still weren't convinced by what he was saying.
"You're right but at least more than two friends would be nice..." You mumbled but he shook his head at you. No one needed millions of friends, a few were more than enough for some people. It wasn't about the quantity of people you knew but the quality. People can be surrounded by hundreds of people but if none of them are good people it makes up for nothing.
"Baby," He sighed a little, turning your head to look at him and smiling weakly, he could see all over your face that this was something that had been plaguing your mind for a while now and all he wanted to do was fist fight everything that made you sad.
"I spend all of my time with you, don't you get annoyed by that?" You sniffled a little and stared at him as his thumb gently stroked over your cheek and he shook his head at you.
"Not even close. I love that we get to spend so much time together," He let out a tiny little sigh as he told you, it was something he always thought you knew but if he needed to vocalise it in order for you to understand than he would.
"You do?" Your eyes lit up at the mention of it and his heart warmed a fraction when he noticed.
"Of course! I get to spend all of my time with you, we're so comfortable around one another as well it feels like we've achieved ultimate happiness," You let out a weak laugh at his attempt to make you smile.
"I mean it, Yn. I'm insanely in love with you, if you started to hang around others I'll probably get intensely jealous and have to kidnap you." He joked and winked at you
"There's that smile I love." He squeezed your cheek ever so slightly before releasing your cheek.
"Maybe I could start talking to some of the people from work...See if they want to hang out with us sometimes...We could always go out with them." You suggested. There were a group of people are work that would - once a week - go bowling together and every time they'd invite you, you'd make up some excuse but this time you were going to go for it.
"Sounds good to me but don't force it. Only do it if you want to do it, don't do it because you feel like you have to." You nodded at him before peeling the mask off his legs and throwing it into the bin beside the bed.
"I will. Thank you for being my best friend." You smirked as he glared over at you playfully. He shook his head at you, inching closer to you so that his mouth was right below your ear.
"Oh we both know I'm certainly more than that," He winks and tickles your sides a little causing you to wriggle around and scream as you tried to get away from him.
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"get me a damned matcha" | Epilogue
{{ Chapter 25: June III }}
Chapter Directory
SURPRISE
who would i be if i didn't end this with a smutty epilogue
✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au
✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence.
✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, levi and reader moving into a house, smut (minors go away), my farewell to this monster of a fic and i am both relieved and crying at the same time
✧ word count ➼ ~2.5k
“I fucking told you it wouldn’t fit.”
“Shut up before I leave you on the side of the road.”
You huffed in frustration as you crossed your arms, glaring at Levi as he struggled to get one of your larger suitcases out of the car. Realizing that there wasn’t a delicate solution to this crisis, you groaned and crawled into the car from the front, planting your foot on the back of the suitcase to shove it out.
Once you saw that Levi had lowered the suitcase onto the ground successfully, you crawled back out, patting at the skirt of your sundress so that it fell back over you properly and to shake off any dirt that you might have stumbled upon.
You turned around and looked up at what was technically the cause of all your stress just now. You were finally moving into the house that you and Levi had bought together. You had been saving up for it for a while now and finally got everything settled. Now you just had to actually get everything from your old apartment here, which was just more tedious than it was difficult.
Sighing, you brought your left hand up, running your fingers over the engagement ring to ensure that it didn’t get damaged during the rough movement. It was a fairly simple ring with a small diamond in the center, but it was still expensive and had a lot of sentimental value, so you’d be devastated if something actually happened to it.
You looked over towards your fiancé, noting how stressed he was already looking. Levi was running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and huffed after finally getting the oversized suitcase out of the car and onto the ground.
It had been roughly five years since you graduated at this point, which translated to 5-6 years living in that apartment on campus. Moving into a house was definitely an upgrade, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t feel like you were leaving something behind.
It was a long time coming. The two of you had gathered too many items for the apartment to store, and with your income steadily increasing as you moved on from being students to working adults, buying a house was the logical next step. Your book had long been published and you were currently teaching at a private high school that focused on humanities—something you appreciated. It allowed you to help nurture that type of creativity. Levi had graduated with his PhD, despite his consistent commentary over whether he’d actually be able to obtain his degree or not. In addition to having his own lab, he got hired on as an adjunct faculty at the university. You weren’t connected to the university in any way, but you could already tell that Levi was the hardass professor that all the students were kind of afraid of, but was actually super understanding once someone actually reached out. He fit the archetype, even if he wouldn’t admit to that himself.
You gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek, gently patting at his other cheek as you began to wheel the suitcase inside, making sure to balance Marmalade’s kennel on it as you rolled both compartments forward.
Once you finally made your way in through the door, the first thing you did was set Marmalade’s kennel down onto the ground, opening the gate to give him the option to explore if he was interested.
The house was small, but cozy. It still had that ‘new house’ smell and had a neat wooden interior, although it currently seemed quite empty since you had yet to bring in any furniture other than your bed that you just purchased and set up a few days ago. It was going to be stressful having to furnish in addition to preparing for the wedding that was happening in a few weeks.
Your eyes went wide as you were suddenly reminded of the wedding, realizing that your wedding dress was right behind the suitcase that you just wheeled inside.
You sprinted as if you were running for your life towards the car, panicking as you saw Levi grab onto the garment bag covering your dress.
“Wait, don’t-!” you yelled out as you rushed in front of him, separating him and the dress.
It took him a second to figure out what had just happened, not having expected you to just emerge from the house and instantaneously throw yourself in front of him to act as a barrier between him and your dress.
“What?” he asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.
You took the garment bag and held it close to you.
“No looking.”
Levi immediately rolled his eyes upon realizing why you were so panicked, thinking that the tradition of not being able to see the bride’s wedding dress was absolutely ridiculous.
“Am I at least allowed to look when I’m ripping that thing off you afterwards?”
Your face immediately flushed up at his comment, being caught completely off-guard by his incredibly suggestive comment. You were momentarily at a loss for words as you tightly hugged your dress, somewhat burying your face in embarrassment.
Upon seeing the smug look in his eyes, you immediately rushed back into the house, taking your dress with you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you all flustered.
Your wedding was going to be small—with neither of you being that big of a fan of large gatherings—but you were putting every ounce of spare energy you had into trying to make it as special as you could. As a result, the two of you hadn’t really had the luxury of spending time with each other.
After securing your dress in the walk-in closet of your bedroom, you began unpacking the suitcase that you had initially brought in, taking the top of Marmalade’s kennel off once you noticed that he was now exploring the sunroom at the opposite corner of the house.
Sighing after you finally put away all of the kitchen supplies, you grabbed one of the glass cups, getting some tap water to drink. You scrunched up your nose at the aftertaste and it just further motivated you to drive out and pick up the fridge you had ordered so you could get filtered water.
You set the glass down, looking out the window above the sink towards the spacious yard that had come with the house. The idea of settling down with Levi was overwhelming, but also very exciting. You had never expected yourself to get this far. If you had asked yourself five years ago what you’d be doing today, it certainly would not have involved buying a house with your fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
You had heard him walking in through the door, but still jumped a bit when you felt him wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“You done being dramatic?” he mumbled, planting a gentle kiss at the base of your neck.
Tutting in disapproval, you slightly smacked his arm and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, which only prompted him to tighten his hold on you. It was only when you let out a discontented groan that he loosened up enough for you to turn around so that you were facing him.
“Well, I’m sorry if the one tradition I want to follow is for you to not see the dress, but if you’re really so inclined-”
“You’re so stupid,” he cut you off. “I don’t give a shit about the dress.”
You immediately stopped talking as soon as he announced that the topic that was on your mind wasn’t what was bugging him at all.
“Then what are you-”
You understood as soon as planted his lips on yours, stopping any further words that were going to come out of your mouth. He gently moved his lips against yours as his grip on your hips tightened. Wedding planning and finalizing everything for the move had left you two touch-starved and it was driving the both of you nuts.
Pulling him in further against you, your own lips moved in sync with his, going from gentle loving kisses to something a bit more passionate and needy, with your lips parting more once you felt the tip of his tongue running over them.
A quiet moan came out of your throat as his tongue met yours and his hands squeezed at your ass, lifting you up so that you were sitting on the counter. Your hands went from gripping his shoulder to running down his chest and over his abs, tugging at the bottom seam of his shirt to prompt him to take it off.
“Here, really?” he mused as he planted some more gentle kisses along your jawline towards your ear.
“You started it, asshole,” you scolded, although you were slightly out of breath, and it was difficult to hide just how much you were needing him right now.
“Don’t be so impatient,” he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing up against your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. He grabbed at your ass again, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he picked you up, planting more kisses on you as he navigated his way to the bedroom.
Levi gently set you down onto the bed and held himself over you as he began to trail kisses along your neck, groaning once he heard the little whimpers coming out of you. He weaved his fingers together with yours with one hand, and your breath got caught in your throat as you felt his other hand ghosting your inner thighs, making you realize how much of your wetness had pooled onto your panties already.
Feeling this made his pants feel almost painfully tight and Levi felt that he would soon be the impatient one if things kept going the way they were.
Since you were wearing a dress with a loose skirt, all he had to do was push it up so that it was bunched around your hips, his fingers gently trailing over your sex as he pushed your panties to the side.
You shivered as you felt his fingers begin stroking at your folds, occasionally pressing down with a bit of increased pressure as the pads of his fingers ran over your now swollen clit. You were mewling into him as you continued to kiss him, your hips bucking up towards his hand, your pussy needy for his fingers.
He continued to gently stroke you, with his middle finger pressing slightly deeper into your heat each time. You gasped once he fully inserted his middle finger into you, and then again once he pulled away and pressed his index finger into you as well. Levi watched you squirming under him with lustful eyes, your moans sounding like music to his ears. He hadn’t even begun to do anything yet and you were already well on your way to becoming a quivering mess underneath him.
You gripped at his shoulder with your free hand as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, hooking and spreading them as he relished in the sounds coming from your pussy that indicated just how wet you were getting for him. That, plus the way his palm would occasionally rub up against your clit meant it was only a matter of time before you’d approach your high.
Once he heard your breathing destabilize and your tight hole clenching up around him, he pulled his fingers out entirely, immediately drawing out a whine from you as you looked at him, frustrated that he didn’t let you finish.
You watched as he lifted your hips and slid your panties down your legs and off you, using his other hand to unzip his pants to let out his leaky and aching cock. He used your slick that had gathered on his fingers and rubbed it over himself before holding himself over you again, stroking the tip of his cock against your throbbing pussy.
Levi immediately let out a guttural groan at feeling you against even just the tip of his cock. Getting quite impatient himself, he positioned himself and immediately bottomed out into you, drawing out a louder moan of ecstasy to escape from you. He was heaving over you and you were trembling, grabbing onto his shoulders. He hadn’t even begun moving yet, but you were both so touch-starved that he could’ve cummed on the spot if he didn’t control himself.
One of his hands met up with your left hand, weaving your fingers together as he held it down next to your head. You squeezed at his hand as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you, having felt you on him for the first time in nearly two weeks. His thrusts were sloppier and not nearly as methodical as they usually were and it soon became next to impossible to quiet down your moans.
His other hand traveled down to your clit and began rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves as soon as he felt you begin to clench up around him. You whined as you felt yourself approaching your own orgasm again, your chest rising up as your back arched off the bed. He buried his face into your neck, doing a mix of kisses and biting as he began losing himself to the feeling of you around his cock.
Levi kissed at your cheek before speaking directly into your ear, his voice low yet winded from the pent up sexual frustration.
“You have no idea…” he whispered, his hand gripping at yours, feeling the engagement ring on your finger. “...how much I love you and the fact that I get to call you mine.”
You always were weak for those words. You cried out, mumbling incoherent words as you felt your orgasm coursing through your veins, your other hand gripping at his arm as you whined and panted underneath him.
He matched your whines with a deep and low groan as he thrusted deeply into you, feeling his cock twitching as he fucked himself through his own orgasm, spilling his warm seed into you.
Even after he came down from his high, he continued to hold himself over you, looking at you with that soft expression you’d never get used to, his hair slightly clinging to his forehead from the sweat that had gathered. You were both breathing heavily and your legs were now shaking around him.
You looked into his eyes, your pupils dilated in the aftermath of the intensity of your orgasm fading away. His gaze into your eyes was intense, but soft at the same time, and his grip on you, with one hand holding yours and the other holding your waist, was strong and unwavering.
Reaching up, you placed your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, holding yourself there for a little while longer this time, before whispering to him as you placed your forehead against his.
“Love you too, Ackerman.”
I know I mentioned grieving last week, but I'm 100% still on that train 😭 This was the first long-fic that I've actually published in SUCH a long time and I'm so happy for those of you that stayed throughout the whole thing! Writing this was def a journey and I'm in love with these two dumbasses and probably will be for a stupidly long amount of time.
Goodbye for reals! Until next time 🫡
~Kat
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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅
Our Adorable Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima
Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x GN manager
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
AN: This is an Anon request and THE LAST REQUEST!!! It's taken 2 months but here we are 👏🏻 I'm going to be opening requests for chats scenarios and headcannons in June so be on the look out!
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First off, can we just talk about how big this man is ✋️
Seriously, he's 6'3" and like bulky
Yet he just glides thought the air like a freaking flying squirrel
I mean, COME ON 👇🏻
Did I mention I'm a Ushiwaka simp? -oh I did??
Well it's worth mentioning again 🙌🏻
Seriously tho YN, the fact that you manage THE Shiratorizawa
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
Sorry I couldn't help myself 😅
And the fact that you are literally the light of these boys eyes 😭
I cant- I JUST CANT
they love you so so much
Tendou is practically your shadow
Goshiki is literally your body guard
Semi and Reon are totally your mentors
Yamagata and Kawanishi have you in a meme group chat
Shirabu is a great tutor and listener
Am I forgetting anyone 🤔
Oh yeah, Ushijima!
Well, Ushijima is well Ushijima
He appreciates your support and cares for you as a member of the team
Literally you are the sun of Shiratorizawa
The boys 👉🏻😐😠😤
You 👉🏻🤸♀️🕺🌞🌹
Let's just say the boys get use to finding cute stickers on their waterbottles
You also tie dyed their towels 🥺
How fun!
You are an excellent manager and person
Unfortunately, we can't always be in our top form
And after a horrible night's sleep, your usy adorable, flamboyant manager is dragging and run down
"Yn are you ok?"- Semi
"Yeah I'm fine just tired"- you 🥱
"YN you need to make sure you get enough sleep!"- Tendou now worrying 😟
"YN didn't sleep?"- Goshiki hearing half the conversation
"Yn says they didn't sleep well last night"- Shirabu, correcting
"Maybe skip practice and take a nap YN"- Yamagata
"Yeah we can cover for you"- Reon
"NO WAY! YOU GUYS NEED ME"- you realizing it would be a bigger mess to miss practice
"YN has a point. Remember the last time they missed a practice?"- Kawanishi looking at Tendou
"IT WAS ONE TIME"- Tendou defending himself
"You almost set the horse barn on fire Tendou"- Reon 🤨
"See this is why I can't miss! I promise I'll be fine"- YN, famous last words
Spoiler alert: you were indeed not fine
You dragged through practice, putting up nets, filling water bottles and almost falling asleep taking notes
When it was the teams break time, you went and sat next to Ushijima
"Hello YN"- Ushiwaka 😐
"Hi Wakatoshi, is it OK if I sit here?"- you
"Sure. You look tired YN"- Ushi 😐
"Yeah I didn't sleep well"- You 🥱
"You can rest your head on my shoulder if you like. We have a few minutes break"- Ushiwaka 😐
The man gives nothing 👏🏻 and we all eat it up
"Thank's Waka"- you laying your head down
The mans radiates comfort and relaxation and soon you are sleeping 😴
When it's time to go back to practice, every gets up and heads to the court
Except for Ushijima 🤨
That's weird? That's strange???
"Ushijima are you coming?"- Semi
"Maybe his battery finally ran out"- Yamagata
"Ffs he's not a robot"- Reon
"Hey Ushiwaka! Come on man"- Tendou yelling
"Please be quiet Tendou, YN is sleeping"- 😐🤫
Everyone 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-
"YN fell asleep"- Ushiwaka 😐
"You can move them Ushijima"- Reon
"Sleep is very important and YN needs sleep"- Ushiwaka
Semi 👉🏻🤨
Tendou 👇🏻
I graduated to the gif finally 🤣🤣🤣
"Well what do we do?"- Kawanishi
"I could-" Ushiwaka about to say something
"Before you even think it, no you can't play sitting down!"- Semi, stopping that asap
"Maybe we could replace Ushiwaka with something?"- Goshiki 🤔
"You can't be serious, let's just wake YN up"- Shirabu about to kick your shoe
"DONT YOU DARE!"- Tendou stopping him
Ushiwaka 👉🏻😐
You 👉🏻😴🤤
"We could just lay YN on a gym mat?"- Reon
"But then we'd be moving them"- Tendou
"Well we can't just let Ushijima miss practice"- Yamagata
"I'm not missing practice I'm here"- Ushijima 😐
"That's no- you know what, nevermind"- Semi walking away to grab a mat
When he returns, Ushi slowly cradles your head and lays it on the the mat
You are knocked out, dead asleep
"Maybe we should check if YN's breathing"- Shirabu
During a break, Ushijima approaches you, lifts your head and places it on his thigh
The boys go to practice while you sleep
Not even Ushiwaka's spikes wake you you 😱
"Ushijima what are you doing?"- Semi
"Isn't it obvious Semi?"- Ushijima 😐
"Umm- imma say no... 🤨"- Semi
"I'm more comfortable that a mat would be"- Ushijima, now petting your hair
Yes he is PETTING YOUR HAIR 😫
Please he totally would ✋️
"It seems like Ushijima likes our little YN"- Tendou
You curl up closer to him and we get a Ushijima Wakatoshi smile 🙂
Djcusmjxisnfhe PLEASE I CANT 😭
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Fight My Battles (Eddie x fem!reader)
Lots of angst + fluff. You’re home from college and working at the record store with Eddie. Plans get interrupted by an unwelcome blast from the past.
Warnings: allusions to sex, language, attempted assault. Contains sensitive topics. Billy Hargrove makes an appearance.
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Pulling into the record store lot, you throw your car in park and take a deep breath. First days were always nerve-wracking, even if it was just at a summer job back in your hometown. New York City, where you went to college, was too vast to be personal; a stark contrast from Hawkins, where everyone knew each other.
You step out of the car and smooth down your black skirt and check your shirt for any lint. Good to go.
The bell on the store door gives a little ring as you walk in. An older, balding man--your manager, Greg--looks up from behind the register. When he sees it’s you, he smiles and waves you over. “Y/N!” he calls, “welcome!”
“Thanks!” you chirp back. “I’m a little early, but I figured you could give me a tour of the store or something.”
“Actually,” he stretches, “I have to run out real quick. My wife’s car broke down at the grocery store and she needs a knight in shining armor to save her,” Greg grins, “but Eddie would be happy to show you around.” He cracks open the door to a storage area and calls out, “Hey, Ed! Care to give the new girl a tour of the place? Show her the ropes?”
And just like that, Eddie Munson appeared at the door. You recognized him from school, you know, when he actually showed up. You two had never really talked or ran in the same social circles. He stuck with his D&D buddies, while you preferred the company of the theatre kids.
Now, he offers you a smile that makes your heart beat a little faster. “For sure. I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand for you to shake. You accept it and introduce yourself.
“Y/N. I think...I think we went to Hawkins High together for a bit. I graduated last June.” you offer for context.
“Oh, yeah! You looked familiar. I just graduated this year. Third time’s the charm, I guess,” he replies sheepishly. He runs his ringed fingers through his hair. “Anyway, let’s get this tour started so you can get to work and I can get back to doing the bare minimum.”
Greg gives him a small smack to the back of the head and hurries out the door. “I’ll be back soon. Y/N, keep an eye on Eddie for me, will ya?”
Oh, that certainly won’t be a problem.
Eddie gives you a full tour: the stock room, the front end, how to take inventory, place orders, and use the cash register. All of the new information has your head spinning, and he notices.
“Don’t worry. You have any questions, just ask me. And if you make any mistakes, blame it on me.”
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
He just shrugs. “My uncle is always fixing Greg’s wife’s car for cheap. If he fires me, he’s gonna have to pay a lot of money for someone to fix that hunk of junk.” Fair enough.
A small silence stretches out in front of you until you ask, “How long have you been working here?”
“Just a few months. I needed a new gig, a legal one, and Greg was telling my Uncle Wayne that he needed someone to help with the store, and,” he punctuates with a sweeping gesture, “here I am.”
You giggle. “Here you are.”
“What about you? What brings you to Wrecked Records?”
“Needed a summer job, and it’s too expensive to live in New York City year-round on minimum wage, so, here I am.” You mimic his gesture kindly.
“Here you are,” he murmurs, then clears his throat suddenly and checks the clock behind him.
“What time does your shift end?” you ask.
“Uh,” he stammers, “half an hour ago.”
“Eddie! Go home!” you chastise him teasingly.
“I’m not leaving you all alone on your first day,” he retorts. “What if you burn the place down?”
You roll your eyes and plop down on a worn leather couch. “I’ll be fine. Greg should be back any minute.” And he does come back 15 minutes later, and Eddie’s still there, reorganizing the inventory for the fiftieth time. Greg’s surprised to see him.
“Normally, I can’t even get you to work your full shift, and you’re staying late now?” he says, “Y/N must be a good influence.”
“The best,” Eddie flashes his signature grin. “See you tomorrow,” he calls as he heads for his beat-up van.
~
The next few weeks are filled with shifts at the record store. You’re pretty sure Eddie’s flirting with you, always teasing you and playing with your hair when the store is empty. Your favorite is Thursday nights. It’s your day to close the store. Eddie’s supposed to leave at 6, but the store doesn’t close until 11, and he waits around for you to close so he can walk you to your car. Every time, you think he’ll make a move, kissing you or even asking you out, but nothing. Just a “get home safe,” as he closes the door behind you.
Maybe you’ve been misreading his signals. Maybe he just has a flirtatious personality.
Tonight, he is in a goofy mood. He’s been having more of those since you started working at the store. He blasts Cyndi Lauper and sings along in what can only be described as a screech.
“They just wanna! They just wannaaaaa! Girls just wanna have fun!” You’re laughing so hard that tears stream down your face.
“Fuck, Eddie! You’re gonna make my mascara run!”
“You know you love my singing, sweetheart! Don’t deny it!” This only makes you laugh harder.
The song ends and you check the clock. Only 8 PM. You notice Eddie grabbing his keys from the back and raise an eyebrow.
“I’ll be right back. Just gonna grab some food. You want anything?” You shake your head, and he laughs. “Yeah, okay. I’ll get you some fries so you don’t steal mine. Again.”
“Food just tastes better when I’m stealing it from you,” you reply simply.
Eddie leaves and you hear his van starting up. There’s just one person in the store, a woman checking out some Pat Benetar records, and she leaves a few moments after Eddie does. You’re picking at your chipped purple nail polish when the bell rings. “Finally, you’re back with--” you stop, because it isn’t Eddie. It’s Billy Hargrove.
Billy Hargrove, your high school sweetheart, although sweetheart was too generous. You dated for half of your junior year all throughout your senior year until you left for college. You wanted to make long-distance work, but Billy had other plans. Other plans that involved other girls.
“Hey, college girl,” he says roughly. “I heard I could find you here.”
You say nothing, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave, but it doesn’t work. If anything, he feeds off of your discomfort.
“Since when did you get so shy around me? Don’t you remember chasing me down, throwing yourself at me like a pathetic little slut?” he sneers and finally gets a reaction out of you.
“I’M the slut?” you shout. “You’re the one who was fucking other girls for half of our relationship, but I’M the slut?”
He feigns shame, but his eyes give him away. “I know. That’s why I’m here; to get you back. I missed you, missed those perfect tits, missed how good you feel.” He goes to cup your face with his hand, but you pull away. “Don’t you remember how I made you feel? I could take you in that back room and make you feel that right now.”
“No,” you croak. “Leave me alone.”
“Aw, come on, college girl,” he drawls. “I know none of those little frat boys made you moan like I did.” He creeps closer to you until you’re backed into a corner. He places his hands around your waist and pulls you to him. You try pushing away, but he’s too strong.
“Get off of me!” you yell, but it’s useless. You pick up your foot and kick him in the shin. He stumbles back slightly but comes charging back to you.
“What the fuck was that?” he snarls and grabs your arm, tight. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Stop it, Billy! Stop it! Leave me alone!” you sob. In the background, you hear the faint sound of the bell but can’t process what it means. It’s only when you hear his voice that it clicks.
“Get the fuck off of her!” Eddie drops the food, fries tumbling across the floor. He grabs Billy’s shoulders, whips him around, and punches him in the nose. Blood drips down Billy’s face, staining his teeth red.
“Oh, is this why you won’t fuck me? Because you’re fucking the Freak?” he laughs meanly.
“She won’t fuck you because she doesn’t want to, you piece of shit!” Eddie swings again, but Billy catches his arm in one hand and uses the other to punch him back. Eddie falls to the floor and Billy kicks him in the stomach.
Thinking quickly, you grab the gun from behind the counter, the one Greg keeps there in case of a robbery. Well, this wasn’t a robbery, but you didn’t think he would mind.
You aim it at Billy and scream. “Leave right now or I’ll shoot you right between the fucking eyes, you pig!” You clock his fear as he backs out with his hands up.
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving. But I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls. Exhausted, you collapse onto the ground in a pile of tears.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” Eddie runs over as fast as he can. “Well, of course you’re not. Did he...did I get here in time?” You nod, and he breathes a small sigh of relief.
“Let’s close up early. Greg won’t mind; I’ll explain it all in the morning. Then I’ll get you home.”
You shake your head. “But I drove here. What will I do with my car?”
“Leave it here.”
“Okay, then how will I get back tomorrow?”
“I’ll pick you up,” he says simply, “if that’s okay.”
You nod and rest your head on his shoulder. “You saved me, Eds. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back in time...”
“No, no. If I didn’t leave to get food, he wouldn’t have...” but you stop him.
“Eddie, you punched Billy Hargrove and saved me. You’re my hero. Take the compliment.” you joke lightly.
~
Fuck Billy Hargrove.
That’s all Eddie can think as he drives from your house to his trailer. Tonight was going to be the night he asked you out, maybe gave you a kiss on the cheek or the forehead. He was ambivalent about it, knowing you’d be back in New York soon, but he didn’t want to let the chance slip by.
And then Billy Hargrove showed up, and hurt you, and Eddie very well couldn’t just ask you out after all that. He wasn’t going to take advantage of your vulnerability.
He pulls up to the trailer and Wayne greets him with a smile. “So, how did it go?”
Eddie fills him in on the night’s events, watching as his uncle’s grin turns into a frown. “What are you going to do now?”
“Kill Hargrove?”
Wayne gives a small chuckle. “Besides that. You can still ask Y/N tomorrow. Just be extra gentle about it. Don’t want her pulling a gun on you, too.”
~
Eddie’s rehearsed what he wants to say, over and over again. You were still on edge the next day, but markedly less scared, so he plunged ahead with his speech. He didn’t have to work that day; he was only driving there to drop you off, so he knew it was now or never when he pulled into the parking lot.
“Y/N, I have a question. And I don’t want you to, y’know, feel any pressure to say yes or anything. But I’ll kick myself if I don’t say something.”
You twist in your seat and look at him. His hands are gripping the wheel even though the car is in park. “What’s up, Eds?”
“Do you want to go out with me tonight? I know it’s last minute, but I wanted to ask you yesterday, but then...” he trails off, not needed to finish the sentence. “I just don’t want you to think that you owe me anything because of what happened, because if you say no, I’ll still be your friend and fight Hargrove for you any day of the week.”
That gets a giggle from you. He’s about to continue babbling when you grab his hand. “Eddie,” you start, “I’ve wanted to go out with you since the moment you gave me a tour of the store.”
His eyebrows raise. “Really? Huh, no shit,” he mutters. “And here i was, waiting around like an idiot.”
You look at him mischievously. “Well, then, we’d better start making up for lost time.” You planted your lips on his, tasting stale cigarettes and black coffee. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you as close as the van will allow. You bring your own hand up to his face and cup his cheek, giving his lower lip a slight bite as you pull away. He groans and slumps back in his seat.
“Now I gotta wait until 6 to do that again?” he whines, but he’s smiling as he says it.
“Be nice or I’ll make you wait until the end of our date to kiss me again,” you tease. You kiss his cheek as you leave. “A parting gift.”
"Try it, and I’ll sing Cyndi Lauper until you lose your mind.”
You bound into the store, well aware that Eddie can’t tear his gaze from you. It’s going to be a long shift.
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I am re-reading ELYN now, so I will ask for some insights soon with a fresh memory 😊
But for now, maybe I can send you a flower ?
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Hi!! I hope you enjoyed reading it again!
Here is an epistolary section that never made it into the fic (I had a few spares, just in case 😄):
PopIdolLive shares TEN Fun Facts about Simme to celebrate the And The Next World Tour announcement!!!
Simme is Swedish and Venezuelan. His dad was Swedish but moved to Venezuela where he met Simme’s Mom and they had two kids before moving back to Sweden when Simme was ~3. Simme has credited his Mom’s insistence that they spoke Spanish at home as how he managed to keep the language!
His first ever single Como Este had a mix of Spanish and English lyrics and that blend has continued across three albums, but fans are still waiting for Simme to record a song in Swedish. Simme has blamed this on a lack of Swedish songwriters in L.A. (sad, but true!)
During Simme’s first tour (the Chaos tour!) his crew had an in-joke called ‘Stop! Hammer time!’ where they had to stop at any hardware store they passed on the road and buy a hammer. When the tour split into two buses it became a competition to find the most interesting novelty hammer and they started signing them and giving them to fans at stage door when the buses ran out of hammer space! (eventually this stopped when the label lawyers found out and got scared about liability)
Also on the Chaos Tour, since they didn't have a set tour schedule the merch t-shirts were left blank on the back and the crew would write on wherever they played each day making each one a collectors item (The rarest is the single one for 'Jimmy's House' which has never been sold, but signed shirts from 'LaGuardia Airport Lounge' and 'A Starbucks in Leeds' have hit five figures at auction!)
Simme wore a silver bracelet throughout the Honesty tour which he hasn’t confirmed was a gift from the Voice 2024 runner-up Alfonso Perez but it did appear shortly after they were seated together at multiple events and a photo leaked of them having an intimate kiss in a limo driving away from the AMAs.
Speaking of romantic entanglements, Simme attended a prestigious Swedish boarding school where he dated the Crown Prince of Sweden for nearly three years! They looked adorable together, but broke up after graduation so that the Prince could go into the army and Simme could move to L.A to pursue music.
It has been Noted by the fans that Simme gets less dressed on each album (a jacket on Simme, an unbuttoned shirt on HH, shirtless on ATN.) There is a running fan theory that album 4 which the fans have dubbed ‘the CENSORED album’ will feature Simme fully naked (with the title covering up enough to keep it decent!) staring at the camera.
And if the idea of fans naming albums feels unlikely, we have precedent! In an interview during the Honesty, Honestly press tour the interviewer commented that Simme was released in December 2023, and HH was dropping just over a year later in January 2025, Simme grinned and said: ‘And the next March 26!’. The fans latched onto this, referring to album 3 as And The Next so consistently that it ended up being the name chosen for the album! (which actually came out in June 2026, so only a few months late!)
On the bridge of Relentless Simme names twenty five cities, all of which were visited during the Chaos Tour. When this song is performed live, Simme always includes the name of the city he's performing in on the list (except for Portland, when he got mixed up and said Atlanta instead! Oops!)
Simme returned to his home country of Sweden towards the end of the Chaos Tour, but was unable to play there when he was touring Honesty, Honestly due to scheduling conflicts with Stockholm venues (boo!). The current ATN tour schedule doesn't have Sweden dates listed but there's plenty of time for more countries to be announced so watch this space!!!
#elyn fic#bonus content meme#this is an Official Gossip Site so it does not mention the fanfiction#but there is absolutely Simme fanfiction#This epistolary bit was fun but it didn't reeallly give us any plot which is why it got dropped
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small town
Chapter 1 - The Wild Boys
IN THIS CHAPTER: The world doesn't end during Spring break, a basketball ruins lunch, and Eddie threatens the freshmen [1.7k]
WARNINGS: very mild bullying, this is just an intro to the story so it's short and sweet, english is not my first language so i'm sorry if something sounds strange
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The wild boys are calling
On their way back from the fire
Monday, March 31st - 1986
Spring break had come and gone in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana and, surprisingly enough, the world hadn’t ended. Yet, thought Dustin Henderson as he parked his bike outside Hawkins High School. He knew something had happened between Mike and El during his friend’s visit to California (and between Mike and Will too for that matter), but if their phone calls were to be trusted, everything had been smoothed out without the need for his intervention. For once, Dustin was glad he didn’t have to be the group’s self-appointed mediator; he already had enough with the guilt he felt for causing Suzie to lose her computer, he didn’t need extra problems on his shoulders. And he deserved a normal school year for once, goddamnit. Those hadn’t been common for any of them in a long time.
As he hurried to get to his classroom, he crossed paths with Lucas Sinclair and his Championship-winning friends proudly wearing their basketball team jackets over their regular clothes. If the newly popular boy had seen him walk by, he hadn’t given any indications as to it, not one look, not one wave. Dustin wasn’t entirely sure why anyone would enjoy hiding themselves behind a Tigers uniform but he sincerely hoped that once Jason, the captain of the team and current King of Hawkins High, graduated in mid June, Lucas would return to them from the dark side. For now though it seemed that he was perfectly content in his jock cult, and Dustin wasn’t about to give his new buddies a chance to throw him into a dumpster by walking into their huddle near the water fountains just to say hello to his (now former?) best friend.
The morning went by rather quickly for his tastes, and he could feel Mike’s anxious leg bounces next to him during Geography as lunch approached without any regard for their heart rates. Both teens had opened their lockers to find a folded black handmade card announcing the start of their next D&D adventure and they were painfully aware that a very uncomfortable conversation was about to unfold at the cafeteria. Their beloved Dungeon Master, for all his enthusiasm and kind-hearted nature, wasn’t very troubled by his social status as the school’s pariah and Mike’s suspicions that he hadn’t immediately considered Lucas a goner following recent events had been confirmed when he saw the subject in question throw his own black card into a bin at the start of their shared Chemistry class. His worst fear had also been confirmed when Lucas chose to sit at a different table than normal, forcing him to pair up with a rather dull girl with wild hair who was clearly not as interested in lab safety as she should have been. Her lab coat sleeve had caught on fire twice by the time the bell rang.
“I say we run,” Dustin proposed, clutching at his hard plastic food tray like it was a shield.
“Dustin. I am not having lunch in the bathroom again,” Mike countered, remembering their middle school days and having to hide from bullies.
“You know, it’s great that you mention that because I don’t think we are ever gonna be able to eat again after we tell Eddie Lucas is officially gone.”
“Come on, he’s not stupid, he knows how things work in Hawkins. I’m sure he was expecting him to leave anyway,” said Mike, completely unconvinced.
“Mike, this club is his baby and Lucas just spit in its face. In his baby’s face,” he said dramatically.
“We’ll be fine. We have Erica now. He’s not gonna care if we already have a replacement.”
“Great, we’re trading big Sinclair for little Sinclair. Fan-fucking-tastic.”
The curly haired boy trailed behind his taller friend on the way to their usual table where their fellow club members were already sitting, picking at their sad school provided lunches. Jeff said something to make Donny snort and choke on his can of Coke; a group of girls walking past them eyed him with disgust while Gareth cackled with glee.
“Hello, boys,” said Eddie, sitting at his usual spot: the head of the table. He looked up at them from behind his book. “Have a nice Spring break? Did you get enough smooches to last until summer, Wheeler?”
“It was alright,” Mike answered, wiping his palms on his jeans. He knew Eddie meant no harm, but his relationship would never be his favorite topic to talk about with the other guys of the Hellfire Club. He didn’t think anyone at the table except Dustin would understand him dating a literal human experiment with superpowers that had saved the world multiple times.
“You know, I’m starting to think your girlfriend isn’t real,” Jeff teased.
“Yeah, you never talk about her, we don’t even know her name. Are you sure you didn’t imagine her?” Gareth narrowed his eyes, a light smile never leaving his face.
“Her name is El- Jane. Her name is Jane,” he quickly corrected himself. “She’s totally real, Dustin knows her.”
“Yeah, Jane is… awesome! She’s great,” he nodded, backing his friend up. “Total babe.”
“Dude!” Mike slapped his shoulder.
“What? I think Suzie is a babe. You don’t think your own girlfriend is a babe?”
“O-of course I do, what are you talking abou-”
“Children, children,” Eddie lifted a hand to stop the fight unfolding in front of him. “If Wheeler says she is real, she is real, alright?” he turned to look at Gareth, Jeff and Donny sitting to his right with matching grins on their faces. “It’s not like any of you three are swimming in ladies, so y’know, don’t throw stones if you live in glass houses.”
There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence where everyone refused to look at each other and Eddie went back to his book: a very battered paperback with a lost cover that was probably hiding somewhere under the mess that was its owner’s bed. He was holding it with one hand, his other hand occasionally bringing a forkful of high school cafeteria mac and cheese to his mouth. It was clear to both Mike and Dustin that he was heavily invested in what he was reading; if they didn’t know him any better, they would have never guessed that under all that unruly hair and leather there was an excellent storyteller and magnificent Dungeon Master. For all everyone knew, he was reading something for his English class but the Hellfire Club boys could tell by now that whenever Eddie had a book around, he was planning something terrible for their characters to go through during their weekly session.
Dustin was trying very hard to focus on his peas and ignore Mike elbowing his side violently when a basketball bounced right in the middle of their table, startling everyone and sending soda cans flying, liquid spilling everywhere. There was loud laughter as one of the Tigers retrieved the ball that was stuck to Gareth’s mac and cheese; Jason, the captain, high-fived whoever was standing next to him as if he had just witnessed the biggest prank of the year. When he turned around, Lucas, sitting at the jocks’ table, sent them a half-assed apologetic glance and went back to his new friends. Wordlessly, Eddie pushed his tray in front of Gareth, who stopped trying to dry the table with the few napkins he had and went back to eating from his new lunch with burning red ears. As the elder leaned forward to steal back his unopened cup of pudding from the tray, he noticed a pair of eyes following him from a nearby table.
He didn’t recognize who it was, but the girl was staring at their table with a furrowed brow, something resembling sadness crystal clear on her face. She turned around to look at the basketball team’s table, shook her head, adjusted her headphones and went back to the textbook in front of her like nothing had happened. It wasn’t often that someone looked at their table like they didn’t deserve the disrespect they got. Making up his mind, Eddie put his book down and crossed his fingers, his rings clinking against each other.
“I think it goes without saying that Lucas Sinclair is no longer welcome in The Hellfire Club,” he said, resolute. “Guess that means you two will have to find someone to replace him. I’ll give you until Friday.”
“But we already have Erica!” Mike said, flinching at the shoe that kicked his shin from under the table.
“While I like the kid and she has more nerve than any of you combined, my newest campaign requires seven players. I’m not gonna rework it because Big Time Sinclair can’t grow a backbone.”
“Eddie, man,” Dustin started, trying to flatter him. “Six players is already too much to handle. Let us make this easier for you. We don’t need a seventh, right, guys?” he looked at Gareth across the table searching for support.
“Uh,” the teen glanced at his friend and leader, words dying in his throat as Eddie tilted his head towards him, sharp eyed and tense.
“Can’t you just ask the redhead you’re always hanging around to join?”
“We’ve asked, she’s not interested,” Mike deflated visibly.
“She has a lot going on,” Dustin said quickly, protecting Max’s honor. “Her brother died last year, she’s still processing.”
“Hargrove, right?” Donny said. “Man, that guy was a piece of trash but at least he kept Jason busy and away from us for a while.”
“I’m sure you two will find someone suitable to replace your little friend if you wanna keep playing with us. And no more middle schoolers. We aren’t running a daycare here,” Eddie smiled in a way that told everyone the conversation was done. “Now if you’ll excuse me, little lambs, I have business transactions waiting to happen.”
With that, the long haired leader disappeared from the cafeteria carrying the metal lunchbox where he kept his, ahem, products in one hand, the book he had been reading still open and the untouched pudding cup in the other one. The other members of the club scattered as they finished their lunch and went back to their routines, leaving Mike and Dustin at the table, heads in their hands, forgotten mac and cheese now sticky and cold.
“We are so screwed,” Dustin said, and Mike couldn’t help but agree.
#bunny writes#small town fic#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson#hellfire club#stranger things 4#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#baby's first fic#it's finally here!#pls be nice or i'll cry#also pls ask me questions about it
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I managed to get my old blog back! Last time I contacted Tumblr support they basically shrugged their shoulders like they couldn't/wouldn't do anything. This time it only took ONE message and bam, I have access again. It feels good to go back and reminisce. See a bunch of old ideas I had for Mario and whatnot. I'm gonna get a little feelsy under the cut though, I just wanted to tell someone about this. I won't be going back to it or anything as I've already started over here but it's nice to have possession over it. Two-factor authentication did it's job(a little too well) when I lost that old phone number.
I made that blog when my then girlfriend suggested I do so. Tumblr wasn't even in my sights at the time. I was fresh out of High School and the tumultuous time I spent there was horrific to my general inspiration to write. What I mean is, I began Freshman year full of hope and vigor. I even wanted to write a book. I still have about six or seven chapters of it somewhere in my laptop but I gave up around sophomore year as I was an outcast, dealing with an alcoholic parent, and all around just not having a good run of things IRL. Thusly I moved further and further from certain hobbies I enjoyed, like writing/role-playing.
As stated, I graduated High School in June of 2014 and my girlfriend suggested I make a rp blog for Mario in July of that same year. I thought nothing of it. I made the blog, followed a bunch of people, and sat back for a bit to see how it was done. I learned some of the terminology and then got right to it! To this day it was the most fun I've had just goofing off, making random jokes with people across the fandom, and not having a care in the world to drag me down.
It was an escape.
If any of you were around, you'll know I spoke about follower count a lot back then. That wasn't to brag, rather I was amazed that people would follow my dumb ol' blog whether it be to watch me write or write with me. The concept still amazes me to this day really. I started going to college shortly after, and admittedly I would often be blogging when I should have been doing homework or even in the middle of class. I loved(and still love) what I was doing. I enjoy writing Mario because I grew up with him and I find comfort in his games. Mario represents a part of me that feel as though I've lost touch with in recent years. The bravery, the happy-go-lucky. The optimism.
As I wrote through the years, on and off through to 2018, I met a lot of people and more often than not I'd vanish on these newfound connections because just to be blunt I am horrible at keeping in touch. Absolutely dogshit at it. If I go too long without speaking to someone I just would figure why bother? Then never say anything again. A vicious cycle really if you feel like an outcast because you reinforce those feelings through inaction.
I was in an especially horrible slump the year I lost that blog. I had a job I hated(but paid well) I was smoking constantly to escape the pain, and I was in a very unsavory living situation. From almost every angle I felt suppressed and tumblr was my only escape. But I started letting it affect my time here as well. Another not so glamorous fact about me: I have trouble letting go of things. Paradoxical with what I just mentioned about keeping in touch I know but people, things, experiences, I cling to the good in my life given the trials I've had to endure. So, I contacted support and tried to hash things out. I was turned down and although I felt at the time it wasn't fair I could just pick back up and do as I used to do, for once I resolved to not give up and made this blog here. I still had access through my old phone(the app specifically. That was the only place I was still logged into it on)) it just didn't have service or the phone number assigned to it for me to receive the Two-factor authentication code.
It hurt at the time to archive my old blog and just go about my day but that was a practice in letting go. Sort of. I'm still using the same name, same character, and my method of writing is just a little bit spruced up. But I needed it. I needed to move on because there was just as much pain associated with that blog as there was good times. I needed to grow and move past it. And I did.
Of course, I took an extended hiatus on this blog as well. At the time I was financially in the gutter, emotionally I was volatile and my physical health didn't help either of those things. It's not all bad though. I've made a lot of good progress recently. The past year really. Unfortunately at first, my weed consumption got to the point where I could hardly function in day-to-day life without it and I was simultaneously worse off mentally for it. It almost drove me to suicide. I did attempt it, once. But that was my breaking point. May of last year. I decided I cannot go on this way and I checked myself into a mental hospital.
After a short stay I came out with a new resolve to fix my life and get over the time I wasted burying my feelings in THC. I had quit, after smoking daily from 2015 until then(2023) I stopped cold turkey. That jumpstart being away from it for a week helped a lot. I'll be a year clean in two months. Afterwards I started seeking better job opportunities, even working two jobs at one point to maximize gain. The truck my uncle helped me get had broken down in November and well, I decided that it would take an exorbitant amount to tow and fix it. I took THAT money and went to the dealership, got a used car I loved. First time I've had a car note in my adult life and I was 27 at the time. My mom (who deserves her own post really. She's not been the best person and that's putting it lightly) ended up in the hopsital around that same time for dry bronchitis. Still an alcoholic by the way, but I actually had hope for her. If I could kick my habit then she should be able to as well, right??
Wrong. She got out the hospital and got even worse. I came back home to look after her tentatively for a bit but planned on going back with my roommate afterwards. Her belligerent drunken rants had gotten markedly worse and if I were to guess it was that brush with death. She claims she went to the hospital because she couldn't breath. I wasn't around at the time to get her there but someone luckily was. Fast Forward to the end of January. My mom and I get into an argument. Usually that doesn't happen because I'll either let her speak her piece and move on or I legit just ignore her. But tonight she was trying to get physical with me, a grown man. Throughout my childhood she was physically, verbally, and emotionally abusive and always used threats to keep me in line but she realized none of that worked anymore and was especially angry.
She was poking at me, trying to land punches on me and eventually I shoved her away. I tried multiple times to walk away by this point by going to other parts of the house but she would follow me, block my way and again try to get physical. Things simply boiled over. After shoving her she grew angrier and we got into things physically. I didn't hit her the entire time. Not a scratch was on her because(and this isn't my ego talking) I was only trying to control the situation. I mostly pushed her around while she clawed at my face, threw things, and she ended up hitting me with an air fryer. When she did that I called the police.
The police came and saw the two of us. Me bleeding with cuts on my face and her unmarked. They spoke to both of us and took me to the hospital and her as well to get examined. I was able to go home that night. She went to jail.
My brother heard what happened and stole my car that night, but again that's a story for another time.
I'm putting all this out there about me because I returned to rping Mario a little bit after all this happened(January 31-February 1st is when it all went down). I was going through a lot on my old blog but I still chugged along because life has it's ups and downs. That's something Mario would say. This past year I've won more than I lost. I've been getting therapy as well to try and pin down if I have anything going on in the ol' noggin so, really, I'm in a place where I think I can sustain this hobby again. At first it felt like life crushed my optimism and hope for a better future but that was because I let it.
I say all this to say, that I'm glad to be back. I'm glad all of you no matter if we write together everyday or every other day gives me a chance. It warms my heart to write these posts even if I'm not here everyday. Sometimes I get busy, sometimes I don't have the energy but I refuse to give up as I've done in the past. That will never happen again.
So bear with me is all I ask. I wouldn't give this up for the world.
#ℳ ➙ Player One | OOC |#tw:suicide#tw: abuse#tw: alchohol mention#tw: substance abuse#tw: blood#tw: violence
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European/American Dance Companies Asks
As it seems from the website, Francesca Hayward was promoted to a principal in 2016. However, she made her debut as O/O in Swan Lake last season. Why did it took her so long to be given that role?
Listen, not every company is like the Bolshoi, where you just show up and are given O/O willy nilly. I jest, but first of all, there’s simply not always enough shows for every principal to get one and there also not always enough time for countless casts to be rehearsed. Although to be fair, ROH do prep quite a lot of casts. They do SL frequently of course, and while I’m unsure if she had any injuries that caused her to miss out on an earlier seasons’ run, I’m quite confident that her participation in CATS certainly could have delayed it a season or two depending on her schedule and form.
Thoughts on Elisabeth Beyer? I found her incredible... wish to see her dancing in the ROH or the Dutch National or the Staatsballet in Berlin
She’s very exciting and is finally in the main company corps as of this June! Hopefully she’ll start getting more opportunities soon!
Do you have promotion predictions for the Royal Ballet or ABT this year?
ABT: Carols Gonzales and Fangqi Li have the roles to make a push this Met Season. I also think Jake Roxander’s potential is very high but he’s very young but Jaffe is not McKenzie. I would also like to see Zimmi Coker out of the corps. I would be shocked if anyone goes to principal, they could use another guy but I’m not sure they’ve got one ready just yet.
ROH: I think Not promoting Daichi Ikarachi would be crazy, especially after wining the Eric Bruhn Prize. I know there’s a push for a new male principal, either Luca Acri or Joseph Sissons but I think someone has to retire, they just have too many. I am hoping for Annette Buvolli and Mariko Sasaki to be first soloists and I think Sae Maeda and Joonhyuk Jun should be soloists. Yu Hang to first artists as well. ROH is so difficult, there are so many talented people.
Thoughts on Alina Cojocaru?
An angel sent from heaven. She’s never allowed to retire- I don’t make the rules.
Do you know if Madison Penney is in a company? She graduated from Royal Ballet School in 2022, in a seemingly high position, having danced Raymonda in the grad performances. I would find it strange if she wasn’t hired by the royal but there seems to be no indication of a company on her instagram?
Getting into the Royal is no cakewalk, they not only have to compete with the graduates but also the prix prize winners. I thought I remembered her going to BRB? But she’s not on the site. I don’t really keep up with her.
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So one thing I hate in movies and shows is when they don’t bother conveying the passage of time in a creative way and just go for a card that reads like ‘1 year later’ or whatever. Now that I have acknowledged my hypocrisy, which everyone knows once you do no one can criticize you for it, it’s one semester later! I straight up took one semester off from taking pics to make sure these flops don’t get kicked out of college, that’s how shit everyone’s grades, skills, and aspiration meters were and how close we were to financial collapse thanks to the lack of scholarship money + Lakshmi’s 5k dates. If I ever have the brilliant idea to bring this many sims to college again please remind me of this post.
The only sim unaffected by our gap semester was brainchad June who already had good grades and I wish I could ignore all rules and just crown her as the heir. Alas, I’m cursed with Sugar and Sophito. Two notable things happened during this time: June and I took advantage of the extra time I had to focus on her to finally win over Erik Swain’s flaky little heart, and Stacy moved in, you can see her hot new pop-star look in the background with Julian.
Now, for the moment of truth.. did my hard work bear fruit??
YES IT DID. I even managed to get Sugar an A+, which is probably my hardest ts2 achievement ever. With our financial and academic worries behind us, it’s time to get back to the normal rhythm of things:
-FUCKING ELIZA SLEEPING WITH HER BOYFRIEND OF 5 YEARS I HATE HER I HATE HER
-FUCKING SOPHITO RUINING OUR AFFAIR I HATE HIM I HATE HIM
Eliza this might not be a great time but someone needs to paint those Uni portraits and you’re the one with the highest creativity skill so..
-OH MY, IT LOOKS LIKE ELIZA’S BODY POINTS AREN’T HERE TO PROTECT YOU
-ELIZA HELP I’M BEING VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY YOUR FORMER BOYTOY
-Ya, not my problem, Reggie.
-Dramatic sigh.. Stupid sexy Sophito..
Did you just say ‘dramatic sigh’?
-Oh, I don’t really do actual emotional expression, just the representation of it. Other than rage, of course.
Ya you definitely don’t have trouble with that one, the butler is still returning Sophito’s teeth to us.
At least someone is perma happy around here, and it’s Stacy and Julian! CUTE
-Not if I have anything to do with it!
NO. GO AWAY. I’M GIVING YOU 50 FIRST DATES BUT THAT’S THE ONE SIM YOU CAN’T HAVE
-That doesn’t sound right! My mom said I can have anything I want!
Fucking Sophie’s parenting istg. LEAVE STACY ALONE. I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU TRYING TO CUCK YOUR RELATIVES, YOU’RE TURNING OUT WORSE THAN GUNTHER
-Sooo, cuz, everything ok with you and Stacy? Everything solid? No exploitable cracks in the ol’ relationship foundation?
-Oh, Soph, everything’s amazing! I love her so much, I can barely believe how happy I am! I can’t wait till we graduate and get a place-
-YA OK GROSS SORRY I ASKED.
-Oh, I’m sorry :( Look at me going on when you’ve just had your heart broken :(
-What?! I didn’t have anything broken, except multiple teeth.
-Ok :( I’m here if you ever wanna talk :(
-STOP GIVING ME THE SAD FACE EMOJI, I’VE NEVER BEEN BETTER
Ya whatever helps you sleep at night, Soph. I’ll tell you who’s actually never been better:
SUGAR. Bro what can I say, Claire is ALL OVER OUR BOY. We of course immediately asked her to pledge and move in because I don’t see this ever happening for Sugar again.
AN INCEL NO MORE!!! Sugar, truly, I’m impressed. I don’t know what kind of dark sorcery you’re using on Claire, but clearly it is working and then some.
-Oh Sug this was great, I’ll be right back!
-Alright beloved, I’ll be right here!
Umm where you going, Claire?
-I just have something I need to do real quick!
NO. WAY.
NO WAAAAAAAAAAAY.
B R O.
I was so shook by this that I forgot switch out of live mode to take the pic and you can still see her action panel, the next action on which, btw, is to woohoo Sugar again. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS RUN
I’d also like to point out that Wilfred and Claire are STILL FURIOUS WITH EACH OTHER
SMH IRL. Wilfred you debased flop, in how many relationships do you need to be the third wheel until you’re satisfied??
I’M.
-GOD I STILL HATE CLAIRE SO MUCH BUT I THINK I’M ALSO STARTING TO LOVE HER. THIS IS SO CONFUSING
You know what might help, Wil? Throwing yourself out of this window.
Claire seriously, I have NO WORDS. I’ve been trying to get you with Wilfred this entire time and you PICKED SUGAR ALL ON YOUR OWN. Like why the fuck wouldn’t you just get with Wilfred to begin with and save us all this bullshit??
-I needed to take both of them on a test drive before I decided!
Thanks for that gross metaphor and I hope you did decide because I’ve officially hit the limit on the amount of degenerate affairs I can handle under one roof-
-so it’s time to pull the ol’ Gunther-Brittany-Melody on this shit and have you pick for real. Whoever you autonomously interact with is who you’re dating and you’re done with the other one!!!1
-Oh, this is difficult!
-Pick me, Claire, let’s beat each other up forever!
-No, pick me, look at my beautiful creepy smile!
-I pick Sugar!
WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT OF HERE JUNE OMG I’M GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE
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Living As Foes (5/11) [Eddie Munson/Reader]
Summary: It only takes you one week to realize Eddie Munson hates you. It only takes you one year to fall in love with him. Go figure.
Word Count: 2.5k
Author's Note: Based on a prompt I received: "ok random idea because eddie seems like a bug flirt but when he has a legit crush hes hopeless so reader is so confused because eddie flirts with everyone except her"
Thank you to everyone for your patience. I've been so exhausted lately. But please know I haven't abandoned this or any of my fics. Also, this is now a fix-it fic. Because I have to.
June 1985:
You thought you would feel different once you graduated.
You should feel liberated. You should feel free. The whole rest of your life was right there in front of you, ready to be explored.
Instead, you just felt a bit confused and lost and disappointed.
You assumed that since you didn't have school, you would still have work. You had to save up for college, which meant you would need to take every shift Colleen could throw your way.
It turned out that your dad and Colleen had other plans for you.
When you walked into the diner during the first weekend of June, only to realize your hours had been cut, you felt like your whole world was coming down around you. Was Colleen gearing up to fire you? Were you not doing a good enough job? What would you do when you had no money and no future and no hope?
You felt like you were on the verge of panicking right in the middle of the Saturday night dinner rush, which was visibly apparent enough that Colleen pulled you aside right after serving drinks to a family of five.
"C'mon, honey," Colleen coaxed, ushering you into her office. "We've got to talk."
"I'm sorry," you blurted out once the door was shut.
Colleen quirked an eyebrow at you before gesturing for you to take a seat in her office chair. "Sorry? What for?"
"I must've done something, right? Because you're firing me?"
"Oh, no, honey," Colleen sighed, moving to lean against her desk. "I'm not firing you. As long as I'm alive and running this place, you'll always have a job here. So, don't go worrying about that, alright?"
You furrowed your brow in confusion, frowning up at Colleen. "But if I'm not fired, then why are you cutting my hours? I've got school to worry about. And my family--"
"And that's why," Colleen cut you off, "you're going to enjoy your summer."
"But--"
"No," Colleen immediately argued, shaking her head. "I haven't known you for very long, but I know you've got the whole world on your shoulders. Most kids these days would be partying away their last summer before college, but all you want to do is work. And I know you think you've got to, but I've had a talk with your father, and we both think you need to enjoy this time while you can."
"My dad?" You blurted in surprise, wondering just when the hell he had found the time to have a conversation with your boss.
"He's worried about you," Colleen answered, offering you a sympathetic look. "And I am too. You're going to burn yourself out before you even take your first class this fall. I want you to enjoy this summer. Have fun and do something stupid and make some memories, sweetheart."
"But I've got to save up--"
"Don't worry about that," Colleen interrupted you again. "You've spent all this time taking care of others, let someone take care of you for once."
You figured Colleen wasn't about to let you argue with her, but you were still worried. Was your dad going to take care of your tuition? There was no way he could afford it. If you didn't work all summer long, there was no way you could afford it either. The last thing you needed now was a pay cut.
It wasn't until you got your first paycheck that you realized exactly what Colleen had meant.
You had only worked half your usual hours, but received full time pay.
You tried to tell Colleen it was too much, and you couldn't accept money for work you hadn't done, but Colleen wouldn't let you refund any of the extra pay. Instead, she merely smiled at you and then sent you home with a fresh-baked pie to share with your family.
Your sister was off at summer camp having the time of her life and your dad was busy working, so Stacy was more than happy to make sure you enjoyed your free time. She dragged you to Starcourt and made you go shopping, which you secretly loved. You both went to the pool, where Stacy did her best to get Billy Hargrove's attention, and you tried not to roll your eyes too hard. You both went to Scoops Ahoy, where you traded awkward nods and smiles with Steve, and tried not to remember kissing him in front of half the senior class.
By mid-June, you had to admit to yourself, you were having a fantastic summer. You were still saving up for college, but you were also taking the time to enjoy yourself without worrying about your other responsibilities. Your sister was sending you letters every other day, assuring you she was having fun and making friends, and your dad didn’t seem so stressed out once he realized that both his kids were happy.
Whenever Stacy couldn't hang out with you, you still found yourself following a routine. You would go to the pool in the morning, and then hit the mall in the afternoon. You would get a cone from Scoops Ahoy, indulging in small talk with Steve, before either making your way to the diner for your shift or going home for dinner with your dad.
It was on one of those Stacy-free mornings when you struck up an odd friendship with Billy Hargrove.
You were sitting in one of the pool loungers, halfway through your book pick of the week, when a shadow fell over you.
You glanced up to see Billy standing there, a smirk on his face before he popped a stick of gum in his mouth.
"Where's your friend?"
"At her aunt's house," you told him, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Why do you care?"
"I don't," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just wondered why she wasn't here practically begging me to fuck her."
"Gross," you groaned, shaking your head. "That's my best friend."
"Yeah? Well, your best friend has it bad. It's kind of pathetic."
You shot a glare up at Billy. "Don't you have a job to do?" You couldn't help but ask, wondering why today of all days, Billy Hargrove had decided to talk to you.
"Well, yeah," Billy said, dropping down onto the lounger beside you. "But it's all little brats running around and housewives eyeing me up. You're the only one here who's actually my age."
"So? Doesn't mean I'm interested in you."
Billy laughed, shooting you a look like he didn't fully believe you. "Oh, c'mon. I'm bored, alright? Talk to me about anything. I don't even care what it is, just anything."
You frowned at Billy for a moment, before you held up the book in your hand. "Want me to tell you about The Shining?"
Billy squinted his eyes at the cover for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. "Beats watching a bunch of snot-nosed kids run around. What's it about?"
You struck up an odd camaraderie with Billy that mostly consisted of Billy griping about his job and Hawkins and his family while you told him about whatever book you were currently reading or about your job at the diner.
While you never thought you'd be able to stand Billy Hargrove, he turned out to have a sarcastic, biting wit that surprised laughs out of you when you least expected it. Stacy didn't seem to know what to make out of the development, but once she actually started joining in on your conversations, you knew her crush on Billy only got worse.
You started spending more and more of your free time at the pool, so by the time July was approaching, you found yourself looking forward to the moments when you could do anything but try to play wing woman for Stacy.
You loved Stacy. She was your best friend. But you didn't want to feel like an awkward third wheel for your whole summer break.
"It's just, he's so hot, y'know?" Stacy said, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. You were on your lunch break in the middle of a slow night at the diner, so you doubted Earl at the bar gave a damn about Stacy's crush or the family of four sitting across the room, which made Stacy's attempt at secrecy even more amusing. "But he's also kind of a dick. But I think he might like me. Do you think he likes me? I mean, he hasn't asked me out or anything, but maybe he will. That big Fourth of July celebration is coming up. Maybe I should see if he's going," Stacy continued, ignoring the sound of the bell over the door sounding, letting you know someone else had entered the diner.
You glanced up, freezing at the sight of Eddie Munson walking through the door.
"Oh look, it's the freak," Stacy sneered over her shoulder.
"He's not a freak," you immediately defended as you watched Eddie curiously look around the diner. He noticed you sitting near the back corner of the room with Stacy and ducked his head. He went to the booth closest to the door and dropped down into the seat that had his back facing you.
He glanced quickly over his shoulder at you before picking up his menu and studying it. When you looked back at Stacy, she was already watching you.
"Oh my God," she breathed.
"Shut up," you snapped.
"You have a thing for Munson?!" Stacy hissed in surprise.
"Shut up," you groaned, resisting the urge to hit your head against the table.
"I mean, Steve, that would make sense. It's Steve Harrington, you know? But him?" Stacy asked, her voice an insulting shade of incredulity.
"Could you just not? It's just a phase, alright? A really unfortunate phase, because I’m pretty sure he hates me."
"I doubt that," Stacy snorted. "You're like...the most likable person I know. He'd be an idiot not to have a thing for you too."
You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for Stacy in that moment. She thought Eddie was no better than a piece of trash she'd find stuck to her shoe, but she quickly went from insulting him to reassuring you that he had to like you back. You knew you had truly lucked out in the best friend department, and you would be forever grateful that life had decided to throw the two of you together.
"I've got to get back to work," you sighed, reluctantly pushing yourself to stand. "Want another milkshake?"
"On the house?" Stacy checked, already pushing her empty glass towards you.
"Duh," you muttered, shooting her a grin.
You got Stacy another strawberry milkshake, making sure to add extra cherries, but go easy on the whipped cream just like she preferred, before you forced yourself to approach Eddie.
You had to practically give yourself a pep talk as you walked towards his table.
It's okay.
You've got this.
He won't bite.
Destroy you, sure, you thought. But only because he didn't know about your doomed crush.
"Welcome to Colleen's," you found yourself saying once you were standing next to him. "What can I get for you?" You were glad you had entered your own personal mode of autopilot since you were secretly freaking out.
"Hey, uh, there," Eddie started, drumming his fingers on the tabletop before he started absentmindedly playing with the sugar packets he had pulled out of the holder that also housed the ketchup, mustard, and pancake syrup. "Right, I should order something," he grumbled. He bit his bottom lip, staring determinedly at the menu before glancing nervously up at you. "How about coffee? That sounds good."
"Alright," you agreed, simply writing down 'coffee' on your order pad just to give yourself something to do. "Coming right up."
You shot Stacy a panicked look as you crossed over to the bar. You nodded at Earl when he shot you a worried look before moving to grab a mug from the stand next to the coffee pot. You didn't know if Eddie wanted decaf or not, but since you were currently out of decaf, you figured he would just have to settle for regular coffee.
When you turned back around, you were surprised to see Colleen standing next to Eddie's table. She had a huge grin on her face as she listened to whatever Eddie was telling her.
You were glad to at least have Colleen as a buffer, but as you got closer, you felt ridiculously jealous of her. What the hell was Eddie telling her to make her look like that?
"Well, you know, I heard this was the hottest spot in town, but it's not because of the food. Should've figured a pretty lady like you would be bringing in all the business," Eddie flirted, gifting Colleen with a wide grin.
"Oh, well, aren't you sweet? But I'll have you know," Colleen started, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. You felt yourself freeze for a moment, instinctively knowing that whatever was about to happen was going to be incredibly embarrassing. "Y/N here is way prettier than I am, so she must be the one bringing in all the customers."
Eddie looked up at you as you set down his cup of coffee in front of him. There was an awkward, expectant silence before Eddie cleared his throat and wrapped his hands around the mug. "Shit," he hissed, shaking out his hands. "That's hot."
Colleen glanced from Eddie to you and back again before her jovial demeanor changed. "Right, well, best to drink your coffee and go, young man. It's getting late," she told him before she walked away, sending you a pointed look.
"Right, right," Eddie agreed, nodding his head. "Well, I shouldn't be drinking coffee anyways. Makes me too damn jittery. Thanks, though" he sighed before he stood up. He placed a five-dollar bill down on the table, not even bothering to look at you, before brushing past you. You watched him take the time to stick his tongue out at the toddler sitting with her family, before practically stumbling through the exit into the parking lot. You stood there, thoughts a whirlwind, wondering why the hell he would leave a four dollar tip for a cup of coffee he didn't even bother to drink.
"So, what's his deal?" Colleen asked, startling you. "Kid was all smooth until you came over. He got a problem with you? Because if he's giving you trouble, then I won't allow him in here anymore."
"No, don't worry about it," you sighed, watching Eddie's van taillights slowly pull out of the parking lot. "He's just...a guy I knew from school," you finally conceded with a grimace.
"Well, if I need to ban him, you just let me know," Colleen told you, patting you on the shoulder, before walking over to Earl to ask how he was liking his burger.
You picked up Eddie's abandoned cup of coffee and moved to pour it out in the sink in the kitchen. You didn't know why Eddie would show up at Colleen's and you certainly didn't know why he would order something he had no intention of drinking. You started wiping down the bar, one thought stuck in your mind for the rest of your shift.
What the hell was Eddie's deal?
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Life has been crazy and stressful. We just had to call the cops on an angry drunk guy the other night because he threatened to kill my manager...so...yeah. Life has been a lot. Thank you everyone for your patience! I promise to let up on the slow burn soon.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson imagine#stranger things imagine#eddie munson x you#stranger things x reader#imagine#living as foes fic#my fic
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World's Apart
*new story about Joe and female fiction character*
Summary: after leaving her abusive boyfriend, she goes to visit her best friend Steph for the summer in London where she is currently living. They go to London Comic Con 2022 and Melanie gets to meet Joe, but it doesn't go exactly as she expected, and they end up going on a date. But she just got out of a bad relationship, and she's not sure she really wants to start another one right now. Will she open her heart to Joe? Or will she turn him away?
Chapter 1
Melanie crawled along the familiar, red carpeted hallway of her boyfriend's house, dragging her leg behind her. She was sure it was either broken or badly sprained since she could feel a hot, throbbing pain in her ankle. The searing in her head was excruciating, like a thousand horses galloping on her head, and she could feel the blood congealing in her hair…
Melanie stirred awake as the fasten seat belt sign dinged merrily. She blinked a few times, realizing she had fallen asleep. It had all been a dream. No, she thought, reaching up to touch her head. She could still feel the scar where her head had been split open. She had needed seven stitches…this time. Last time it had been five stitches above her eye. She touched her cheek where she had been punched; it was still sore to the touch, but the swelling had gone down.
She rooted around in her purse for her compact and flipped it open to look in the mirror. The purple hue on her cheek was only slightly noticeable now, and comparing both sides of her face, you could barely tell. But the bruises on her arms and wrist were still very noticeable, which is why she wore a long sleeve jacket in the middle of June. And she was finally able to take the boot off her ankle and wear a splint. Thankfully, it was less noticeable and way easier to get around with.
She flipped her compact closed and dropped it back in her purse as she leaned her head back on the headrest and glanced out the window.
She sighed contentedly, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. Brad couldn’t hurt her anymore, and she was fleeing to a safe haven, and going to stay with her best friend in London for a few weeks? Maybe the rest of the summer. Who knows! And what would she do after that? She had no idea.
She graduated from college just a month earlier, with a Journalism degree and was officially jobless and clueless about what her next steps would be. She had been counting on her internship from the past few months to bring her a job, or a freelance position at least, but it had led to nothing. That's partially what the fight had been about, Melanie not having a job yet, therefore, not being able to help pay the bills and contribute to groceries. She sighed, pushing the past from her mind, that was the last thing she wanted to worry about, she decided.
She stared out the window at all the twinkling lights of the cities and houses they flew over. The orange hue on the horizon suggested dawn was approaching, which means, they should be arriving in London soon.
“Good morning, this is your captain speaking. It’s about 5:45 am London time right now, and we should be landing right on time to have you at your gate just after 6 am as planned. At this time, we ask you to stow your tray tables in their upright positions, and the stewardesses will be around to gather the last of your trash as we make our descent into London.”
Melanie lifted her tray table up and put her laptop and notebook away before opening her book to where she left off.
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"Melanie!" Steph called, running over and embracing her into a giant bear hug. "Hi! I'm so glad you're here! Are you ok? How was your flight?"
Melanie laughed, shaking her head. Her bestie was still the same as she had always been. "I'm good. Flight was good. How are you? You look great!"
"Thanks," she smiled. "Been working out with my boyfriend the past month or so and going for walks when I can."
"So, when do I get to meet this boyfriend of yours?"
"Soon, I'm sure. He's always over my place hanging out, or mooching food from me." She shrugged as she grabbed Melanie's carryon bag and walked her over to the carousel to pick up the rest of her luggage. "So, are you excited about the comic convention?"
Melanie's eyes lit up. "Ridiculously! I still can't believe I'm going to meet Joe Quinn!"
"Well, believe it. It will be the best thirty seconds of your life," she laughed.
"Ooh, there's my bag," Melanie rang to grab her lumpy, old suitcase from the carousel and wheeled it over to where Steph was waiting for her. "Alright, that's it."
"Good, let's go."
#joe quinn#fanfic#fictional story#comic panels#joseph quinn#chocolate button eyes#emotional abuse#abuse mention#romance#intimacy#intimate#london#british actors#kissing
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Kaimelia Fic Update/Sneak Peek
For anyone that cares...
I'm still writing the post 18x20 Kaimelia fic I posted about 2 months ago lol. Had a bit of an identity crisis after graduating college + the hyper fixation was becoming less... hyper, so I haven't actually worked on it since late June until this week. RN I've got ~3.5k words that are actually useable and good and another ~13k (I know 🙃) of... Over stuff lol (some of it's useable, some of it's redundant, etc.). I won't post it until it's done; I hate disappointing people and wouldn't wanna get anyone's hopes up just to never finish it. I am fucking DETERMINED to get this out before the new season starts.
However... Because I'm a glutton for attention and I know the fandom is in a drought rn... I wanna give y'all a sneak peek of the first 500 words or so. Without further ado:
Kai had never kissed anybody in the rain before… It was nice. Like a scene from a movie. Kai could imagine some grandiose love song playing in the background of this moment, the music swelling when Amelia’s lips met their own. Picture-perfect…
It had been a long day. A long few weeks, really. Whatever anxiety Kai had experienced during that dinner party, surrounded by Amelia’s intimidating web of a family, had only increased after their semi-break up on the swings; and, with it, came wave after wave of self-loathing, anger, and despair. They couldn’t eat, they couldn’t work, they couldn’t sleep, they couldn’t function.
Not even the paper being published—years and years of work and effort finally being recognized—was enough to lift their spirits. Every potentially happy thought about it—every stray thought they’d had since the last time they were in Seattle—just led back to her. Their text to her upon hearing the news (“thinking of you”) wasn’t a lie: if anything, it was an understatement.
The irony plagued them. They had once boasted to Amelia that they needed very little sleep to function and look where that had landed them: impulse buying a plane ticket to Seattle after another restless 24 hours, running through the airport to make it on time, all 6’ 1” of them jammed into a middle seat on a rickety Spirit Airlines flight, their hastily packed carry-on containing nothing but two shirts, pajama bottoms, underwear, and a toothbrush. All without a shred of hope to cling to that she’d even want to see them, let alone take them back.
But she did… at least, tentatively.
She was kissing them, in the rain, and Kai felt like they could finally breathe again. The risk of drowning at sea was averted: her presence alone pushed their exhausted, waterlogged mind back to shore. The monumental pain of their actions was gone. The weight and stress that had sat in their shoulders and upper back had finally dissipated. Relief flooded over them and they were left to ponder happier ideas… like which movies had the best rain kiss scenes.
(They managed The Notebook, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Spider-Man, A Cinderella Story, and that one episode of Friends before Amelia pulled away for breath, her forehead slumped against theirs.)
The rain was getting worse by the second; having started as barely a sprinkle, it was now quickly becoming a considerable downpour. They could feel their hair getting heavier, sticking to their forehead in odd spots, matted after Amelia’s handiwork.
Her hands eventually came down to rest on their shoulders. They stayed breathing each other’s breath, eyes closed and hands still, for a long time, quiet despite the environmental rage surrounding them…
They were tempted to kiss her again, being that close for so long. And they nearly did. Hesitantly brushing their nose alongside hers, receiving no comments or requests to stop, they brought their hand up to her cheek, ready to join their lips again and—
“Amelia!” someone called out from the hospital exit, their voice carrying over the dense rain.
The bubble popped.
Hope you enjoyed :) I hope to have it out in full beginning/mid-September.
#amelia shepherd#kai bartley#kaimelia#greys anatomy#kaimelia fanfic#caterina scorsone#er fightmaster
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omg please tell the stolen cat story
wow 2 asks about my stolen cat OKAY so in undergrad I lived w my longtime friend oliver and this straight girl who will be known as Daisy for the purposes of this story. The previous semester she was in 3/5 of my classes so it was very much a friendship borne from convenience. our first friend outing was to that m night shamalayan movie with the grandparents and the diapers?? weird start, weirder end. So in September we move in, in October I solidify plans with kaya on tumblr who we all know (hi kaya) bc that’s who I got mark from! I have to go up to Vermont from where I live so I ask Oliver and they agree to drive me up and it’ll be a little road trip. And then daisy offers to drive us all up so it’s like a whole roomie thing yay slay. I think this is where her perception of the ownership began warping, but it was always very clearly My Cat who will be living in the house with us. A few weeks in she suggested changing his food, and I couldn’t afford the one she wanted, so we started splitting the cost of his food. besides this, I was the one feeding him, scooping the litter, taking care of my cat as you do. The school year passes and Daisy’s graduating so we won’t be living together anymore, at this point I have grievances with her as a roommate but consider her a friend.
One day she asks to talk to me, and asks if she can take my cat from me when she leaves. And I was like???? No??? He is my cat, I signed up for the financial responsibility when I got him, she was essentially saying I was too poor to take care of him. So I set my boundaries but kept having crazy paranoia about her stealing him which I talked to my therapist about and she was like “that won’t happen, normal people don’t do that but I understand why you’re concerned” etc like a good therapist of a bipolar person w cute little delusions does BUT UHHH one DAY IN JUNE!!! it was RIGHT NEAR MY BIRTHDAY!!! She was moving out WITH HER REPUBLICAN MOTHER HELPING and I was playing overwatch on my newly bought refurbished PS4 in the living room. And earlier today I had the thought of “you should hole up in your room with mark bc Daisy Is Going To Steal Your Cat” and I was like haha that’s craaazzzy you’re being crazy… for more context this girl would fully let mark escape from the front/side door bc she didn’t know how to enter a house w a cat in it, would let him run amok in her room and then use that as evidence for how she is more bonded with him. She said that he felt like a son to her and that was weird bc like. He is fully my cat and spends most of his time with me and still does and is bonded with me? He is very friendly and loves attention so I think she misinterpreted that as ownership. So there I am, playing Lucio on the couch as she is taking her furniture out the house. I hug her, wish her luck in the future and her London vacation, and CRY a little bit bc at this point she was still my friend and I was going to miss her!
A few hours after she left I hadn’t seen mark in a while, but he loves hiding and closets so I wasn’t super concerned. I searched the apartment, and he wasn’t there, and then got concerned. I set out his food/litter on the porch bc I thought he escaped during the moving process. I texted Daisy about it, asking her if she had noticed anything. I also texted Oliver, who arrived home like a half hour after I noticed. they were like, “Daisy took him she stole him that stupid ****” and I was like “what??” Still in denial!!! But eventually I was able to believe it and make a plan which included me activating my emotionally manipulative side and convincing Daisy that oh no, she could have mark, I just need time with him to process our separation :) if you just give him back for the next 6 months, and then when you move to this new city you can take him, because I DO think you would be a better owner :))) and my mom is a notary public, a position that absolutely has legal power, so this agreement we both signed that essentially says we won’t go register him under either of our names, is totally legally binding :) go ahead, sign it! It took a bit of conniving and it took like 3 days to get him back and it was very damaging to my psyche and I think we both have some separation trauma from it. I trauma bonded with my cat. Literally fuck that bitch Daisy, I can say a lot about her character but essentially she was a white woman from a rich town in CT that has a history of actively discriminating in their school systems AND her parents are super conservative who HELPED HER STEAL A CAT!!
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