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echo-rambles · 8 months

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love don't know how to rest

words: 2,679 summary: a quick phone call with your boyfriend chan turns into a mini vent session. tags: swearing, established relationship, long distance relationship, minor argument, fluff, making up note: this started off as me clowning on chan's new hair because as much as I love him I was not a fan of it when I initially saw it. somehow it turned into a weird little vent thing about missing someone and wishing they'd take better care of themselves. (title from how to rest by the crane wives)

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“Hey baby.” You immediately greet, answering your phone and then propping it up so your hands are free.

Chan's face takes up the majority of the screen, and you get a close up of his forehead before he also seems to settle his phone somewhere. He hums in acknowledgment.

You know for a fact he’s not trying to be rude, so you don’t worry too much about his non-greeting. Quickly looking at the time and doing the math, you speak up again. “Good morning. Have you just woken up?” It would be about 8am in Korea right now.

“Hi- sorry I meant to say hi when you did.” It’s ok, you mumble, moving about the kitchen as you continue to make yourself dinner. Chan had messaged you only a few minutes ago, asking if you were busy and if he could call through. It wasn’t a very complicated dinner, mostly just heating up leftovers on the stove, so of course you told him to call. “I’ve been up since… six? Five maybe.”

“Chan.” You chastise gently. Sending him a little look from your spot at the stove. He ducks his head, already giving you one of his smiles that spell an apology.

“I know. I just- my brain hasn’t been able to shut off. I’m making the most of it until I end up crashing in the middle of the day.”

“Light schedule?” You ask, already assuming the answer since otherwise he wouldn’t be able to so readily nap mid day. Chan makes a little agreeable noise. “That's good. And hey, if you don’t sleep at some point I can always ask Seungmin to smother you until you pass out. Forced nap time.”

“That’s so fucked up.” But it gets him to chuckle, and that’s really what matters. “He’d do it too.”

“Of course he would; I asked. Hey, nice hat by the way.” You lean close to your phone, squinting at the beanie he’s wearing.

It makes Chan groan and push the beanie over his eyes for a brief second. “I'm trying to hide my hair, since someone hates it.”

“I never said I hate it!”

“…you said it reminded you of straw.”

Ok, so maybe you absolutely said something like that when you first saw his hair. It sort of just tumbled out of your mouth. “Because they bleached it all wrong! They killed your hair, Christopher. I was shocked, and distraught.”

Chan shifts his beanie around, laying his hand flat on his head but never once taking it off. “I thought it would’ve come out better. I’ve been wanting to dye it-”

“I know, baby.” The teasing slips away from your tone, replaced by something more gentle and understanding. “But you gotta let your hair heal first before you fuck with it. Maybe let it grow out and dye it dark the next time you can? And then, once it’s no longer damaged as hell, you can do something fun. Like pink?”

Chan’s nodding along to your words, clearly watching you shut off the stove and shove all of your food into a bowl. He smiles at your suggestion. “One day you’ll get your pink hair dreams.”

“We can match! It'd be so much fun. I think the world needs Pink Chan more than ever, really.”

He hums instead of playing into the banter, hand still on his head, and you know that no matter how much you apologize for your initial reaction or how many jokes you make, the thought that he did something you don’t like is going to eat him up. Sighing, you bring the phone close to your face.

“I think you look gorgeous no matter what, you know that right? I’ll tell you every single day until you believe me. Even with straw hair.” You lower your voice, trying to sound as solemn and as serious as you can. “Even if you were bald.”

“Bald?” His face goes all scrunched as he laughs, tipping his head out of frame and pressing a hand over his eyes.

“Yeah. Shave it all off. Start from scratch.” You bring the phone and your bowl over to the couch, settling in. “I’m sure there’d be girls who would go crazy for the shaved look.”

“Should I be worried that you’re making sure I look good for other girls?”

“Hey, listen, this is your job, and part of my job as the world's greatest girlfriend is to make sure you’re marketable to your audience.”

He’s still smiling, all big and soft and it loosens the knot of guilt in your chest.

After a few minutes of the both of you falling silent, you eating and Chan just watching you, you finally speak up again. “I’m sorry for saying that stuff about your hair. I didn’t mean to sound so… mean.”

“I know. I appreciate the apology though.”

“I just worry. Which is a shit excuse but- I don’t want them ruining your hair. I need you to take care of yourself, because I’m not there to do it!”

“I know-”

“You take care of the boys and I take care of you because you refuse to let them do it; that’s always been the deal, but I’m not there so now no one is taking care of you-”

“Love,” he cuts you off. Voice firm and commanding. “It’s just hair.” It’s your turn to mumble out an I know. “It’ll grow back. It can be fixed. I’m ok.”

“I just wish I was there.”

The silence creeps in again, and your food is growing cold. Every day you miss him, and the feeling just continues to grow and grow and you’re so afraid that it’ll get so big that soon you won’t have room for anything else. You need him to be ok, because if he’s not then… you’re not really sure what you’d do.

“We take care of each other, yeah?” Chan says, making you snap your attention back to your screen. He must have pulled his phone closer to his face, and if this were any other moment you’d take the opportunity to snap a picture of the angle he chose, but since you feel all cold and serious in the pit of your stomach you instead just nod at his words.

“Yeah-”

“I don’t want you to ever feel like this is a one way street. It’s not your job to take care of me.”

“I definitely don’t get paid enough for it to be a job.” The pit isn’t too cold or serious for you to deny yourself mumbling out a little quip.

“We choose to look out for each other, yeah? I take care of you too. Don’t forget that.” Your little comment makes him smile. Just a tick of his mouth, but his whole face softens and you wish you could touch him right now.

You want to be in his arms. Face pressed to his neck, where you can feel his pulse against the highest point of your cheek and his hands spread across your back and anchoring you. Long distance sucks ass.

“I won’t. But sometimes-” You stop yourself, chew at your bottom lip and aggressively spear your food with your fork. “I worry that you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that sometimes you forget about yourself.”

“I’m guessing this has gone way beyond your feelings about my hair.” Chan tries to joke, but there’s still that underlying tone of his. The special one that only he can really get. It works it’s way under your skin.

For a brief moment you think about leaving it there. Changing the subject. This was meant to be a relaxing phone call during a moment Chan had to breathe. He has a break and he chose to call you and all of a sudden you're just sort of dumping out all of these thoughts onto him over room temperature leftovers.

But then you remind yourself that this is Chan. He’ll know if you’re trying to bottle something away. He always does. You joke that you know him, that he’s like an open book to you. This isn’t a one way street. He knows you just as well.

Fuck it. Rip the band-aid off.

“You look stressed. Overworked. Like you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Oh wow, ok. Straight to the point.”

“The only reason I know you’ve been eating is because Lino and Bin would probably force feed you before you ever went hungry. You just look exhausted and I know this is your job- I know you signed up for this. But it still breaks my heart sometimes when I can see you starting to strain under the pressure.”

“I’m- I’m doing fine. It’s hard, yeah, but-”

“It’s worth it.” You finish his sentence, already knowing what he’s going to say because he always says the same thing. “I know. Why do you think it kills me that I can’t fucking be there? Because you work yourself to the bone and there’s no one around that’s willing to pull you away and force you to actually take care of yourself. The boys- I know they try, but they still see you as their leader. As their big brother. The things I do, the way I argue with you? No way they’d be willing to go that far. And I’m not trying to paint myself as this ultra special person but- jesus Chris, you can’t tell me that if, I don’t know; Felix tried to speak to you the way I do, you wouldn’t get upset.”

Chan doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are big and liquid and he’s listening to every single word out of your mouth. When you say his name, directly ask him a question, he’s blinking. Thinking about it. “No, you’re right.”

Finally, you place your bowl on the coffee table, feeling like you need to get up and move or else you’ll probably start crying or something equally as embarrassing. God, it’s like all of these pent up emotions have just decided to spill out. Things you didn’t even realize you were upset about until now.

“Your hair honestly means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s hair, like you said. But it was something for me to tease you about- something small that I was upset about that I could actually comment on, when really all I’ve wanted to do these last few weeks is scream at you to slow the fuck down. No- I know what you’re going to say and I’m not talking about the company schedules. That’s your job. I’m talking about all of the extra hours I know you’re pulling because nothing feels perfect enough. All of those hours where you’re meant to be relaxing but instead you just work more because you feel like if you stop you’ll stagnate.”

Leaning away from his phone, Chan takes a deep breath. Puffs out his cheeks for a moment before releasing it all and then dragging both hands over his face. The beanie gets dislodged, and you see a shock of pastel yelloworange. It’s not even that bad. It looks cute on him. But it felt like some weird shock to your system when he showed it to you and you could tell he was unhappy with it.

“What do you want me to say? It seems like you’ve covered all of the bases.”

“I want-” You huff in frustration. “I don’t want you to say what you think I want to hear, ok? Never. We don’t do that to each other. I just want-” Again, you cut yourself off, not actually sure what you want. Not sure what the entire fucking point of this little rant has been.

You take your built up tension and you make good use of it. Bringing your bowl to the kitchen and beginning to clean up the dishes while you listen to the way Chan sighs into the silence. There really isn’t anything for him to say.

You can hear the way he tries to start a sentence at least twice, and you know that he’s frustrated that he can’t fix whatever this is. But there’s nothing to fix because nothing’s broken. You’re just kind of at the end of your rope and you just want your boyfriend close. Shutting off the sink and picking up your phone, you try to give him something close to a reassuring smile.

“Listen, I think I figured out what I want.” He looks at you, jaw working and eyes shining and you want to take his face in your hands and kiss him stupid. But you can’t have that, not right now. So you’ll have to settle with second best. “We take care of each other, yeah, absolutely, but that means you have to take care of yourself when I’m not around to do it. Because I’m thousands of miles away. I know it’s a big ask but can you please do that… for me?”

“Yeah… yeah, I can do that. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Baby, I don’t need an apology. I just want you to be healthy.” You’re quiet for a beat, watching the way his eyes flick down and away from his phone before skipping back to you. “And also for your hair to look different.”

“Wow.” It gets him to laugh. It feels like a small victory.

“I’m nothing if not consistent. And hey, I’m sorry too. For just- whatever that was. It was unfair to unload it all when you’re probably minutes away from being busy again.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Like, I do get why you’re sorry but I’ll always choose to listen to your problems. Especially if they include me, that way we can figure out how to fix it.” His soft smile is back, crinkling his eyes and making your lungs weak.

Humming, you finally finish putting all of the dishes away. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you the most.”

“I’m pretty sure I loved you before I knew you.” Chan says, smile stretching wider as he tilts his head like an adorable fucking puppy.

You smile back, and it feels like sugar fills your mouth. “Ooh, that’s a good one.”

It’s the same little game you always play after any sort of tense conversation. Trying to one up the other and having to concede when they say something that legitimately makes you melt. It’s a reminder that things are hard but you get through it.

Hoisting yourself up onto the kitchen counter, you sigh. It’s a little dramatic, infusing just enough theatrics to keep the levity of the conversation. “Sometimes it really sucks that we both believe in healthy communication. I wish we were the type of couple to ignore things until the feeling goes away but really it just festers until we can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, right. We’re just too good at being a couple. It’s kind of boring actually.”

“That’s what I’m saying! You should tell me to shut the fuck up more often and I’ll… I don’t know, accuse you of cheating?”

“With who?”

“Lino?”

“Wow. Shut the fuck up!” He manages to say, between his breathless laughter.

“Yeah! See, you’re getting the hang of it already.”

Things might not be solved, like at all, but you feel a little lighter. You spend the next ten minutes joking with Chan, and things feel like they settle back to normal. You’ll probably have to have this conversation again, with less tension and frustration. But that’s for later. When he doesn’t look so tired and has a block of free time to actually talk about it in depth.

You’re going to see him, soon. You hold on to that knowledge as tightly as you can. You’ll be there, with him, able to touch him and kiss him and tell him that all you want is for him to be happy. Maybe you can have this conversation again, in person. Where you can hold hands and crawl into his lap. Soon.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #echo writes #this is incredibly self indulgent #also i make some assumptions on how chan feels/how things work #anyway here's more self insert fic from me #because chan has bewitched me and caused me to write self insert for the first time ever

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 1998 film

what's going on?

i have class and you don't.

i'll tell you what i'm gonna do.

what was your mother like?

i agree. it totally sucks.

we actually did it!

still biting those nails, i see.

oh, don't do this to me. i'm already seeing double.

any of your pictures ruined?

it's time to break up this little love fest.

you're young, beautiful, sexy...

i may never be alone with you again.

what do you expect? to live happily ever after?

what did you call me?

yes. to all of the above.

ooh, let me help you with that.

you know, sometime if we're ever really alone maybe we could talk about what happened between us.

i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.

get the picture?

it ended so fast.

wow, suddenly you're so interested in math!

have you seen your father?

i would pay big money to see that woman climb a mountain.

who are you, robert de niro? yes, i am talking to you.

you probably don't remember me...

if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin.

this arrangement really sucks.

come here, we have to talk.

i think there's something on your head.

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

okay, sorry. got a little nervous!

the man went completely ashen like i was the bloody ghost of christmas past.

can one of you get something cold for my head?

this is so scary.

i promise i'll make your lives miserable.

i think it's an awesome idea. inspired. brilliant, really.

i know. it seems like it's been forever.

okay, on the count of three, we'll show them to each other.

this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination!

i know she was really beautiful.

most people find that totally disgusting.

totally, it's like a dream come true.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

i'm really thirsty.

i think you're kind of missing the point.

hey, you sounded just like me!

i learned it at camp.

it's me or them.

let's discuss this calmly. calmly and rationally.

this is so scary.

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

excuse me?

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

that's where i have to go.

what are you doing here?

we were so young. we both had tempers, we said stupid things so i packed.

i made the mistake of not coming after you once. i'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are.

what has gotten into you?

you didn't come after me.

that's perfectly... perfect. have fun.

you can't get married!

i'm not so hungry anymore.

that really doesn't matter anymore.

i suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically.

don't shut your eyes!

i'm going to take the lead.

we have a butler?

we decided to switch places.

honey, you never looked better.

this is where we're eating?

that girl is without a doubt the lowest most awful creature to ever walk the planet.

can i hug her?

how exactly are we paying for this?

i'm supposed to, aren't i?

start unzipping.

go on, just do it.

i'm crawling back into bed, and sleeping 'til lunch.

i'll make you a little deal.

i didn't even know you spoke french.

nobody. forget i mentioned it.

i've loved you your whole life.

that does not sound like a possibility, babe.

it'll totally ruin completely everything!

you wanna know the real difference between us?

how did you know that?

that would be correct.

you have no idea.

mine's a pathetic little thing.

i just hope that one day you could love me as me.

thank you, thank you very much!

don't look at me. i don't know a thing.

you're g ood, but you're just not good enough.

what are you rummaging in your trunk for this time?

don't you realize what's happening?

this is so freaky.

if i didn't know any better, i'd say it's almost like you were... forget it. it's impossible.

i hope you're not mad because i love you so much.

loser jumps into the lake after the game.

i changed a lot over the summer.

i've never seen you and i've dreamt of meeting you my whole life.

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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playlist | #2 you steal the air out of my lungs

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

song which I used in this chapter is Bleachers - Don't Take The Money

"GG little Henderson! another win on our way to the diamond."

"Hell yeah!" compliments from Eddie's mouth were always something amazing to Dustin. He felt as if someone had sprinkled stardust on him.

"But that's it for today, I have to go." he said disconnecting from Discord and shutting down his laptop. He looked around the room wondering why he felt sort of excited at the thought of studying with Dustin tomorrow? An answer was forming in the back of his head that he really wanted to wall off with a thick barrier. He didn't want to accept that it was just because he was hoping to see you, too.

When the freshmen came to school it turned out that most of them had an artistic soul, and they all started signing up en masse for the drama club. Then suddenly rehearsals were held at least twice a week instead of once every three months. So they had to find another place and the place where he and his uncle lived was not suitable for accommodating so many people.

When Wayne received a new job offer two years ago they could afford to rent a small studio apartment in a tenement building. The apartment was minimally larger than the trailer, and they finally didn't have to worry about constant electricity problems or a sudden lack of hot water. A living room connected to the kitchen, a small bathroom and one room that belonged to Eddie which was unfortunately too small to accommodate all the Hellfire members, so Wayne was forced to share the living room with them. Unfortunately, all the campaigns took place while he was still at home. Despite hiding his tiredness, everyone knew very well that loud campaigns do not serve a man in rest. Then, when for the first time Dustin suggested that from time to time Hellfire could meet at your house, something awoke in him that he thought had died a natural death two years ago when you left the walls of Hawkins High. Not wanting to show others how excited he felt, he said he would think about it, but everyone knew he would say yes.

Every time when there were moments in which you were with them watching the campaign suddenly his hands began to sweat, and there was a strange feeling in his stomach that he could not yet describe. Perhaps it was longing? Ever since you graduated from high school he had felt how your presence was missing from his life even if your relations were purely friendly.

"I thought you gave up and wouldn't come." Dustin said, opening the door.

"I won't lie that it didn't cross my mind, but I have to graduate eventually. Let's get to work while I still want to." replied Eddie pulling off his shoes and hanging his jacket on the coat rack. Never in his life would he have thought that some freshman would help him with math, but Dustin was indeed a genius when it came to science, so one day when he needed another ride to Will's and you just happened not to be home he asked Eddie promising to help him improve his grades. At first the metalhead was reluctant to agree, fearing that this would make Dustin no longer treat him the same way, but upon further reflection he knew that the boy could be his last resort.

"Do you want something to drink? Mom made lemonade."

"Sure. You here alone?" silence actually spread around the house.

"Mom and y/n went for a walk with Naveen, they should be back soon, so let's enjoy the quiet while we can." The boy shrugged his shoulders, heading to his room. On the bed there were a stack of math books at the sight of which Munson felt sick. Discouraged, he lay down on the bed next to them and began to stare at the ceiling.

"You know that just lying down next to them is not enough right?" Dustin asked.

"I think I changed my mind, why don't I tell you about the new campaign instead?"

"No matter how tempting the proposal is I have to refuse, I promised to help you and I will. This is my mission." Your brother laughed making Eddie roll his eyes and reach for the first book. "We'll start with section four. Go through it and tell me what you already know from it."

This was one of the moments in his life he hated.

The moments when he felt stupid. Looking at all those charts and numbers from which he couldn't decipher anything, he had the feeling that everything was blending together and creating one big pile of chaos. He felt ashamed. He was ashamed to admit in front of the younger boy that he completely didn't understand any of this, so he didn't say anything. He just stared at the book and remained silent as if that would make everything suddenly understandable. Your brother, however, could see by the look on his face that something was wrong.

"Okay, we'll start with the basics." he said taking the book from Eddie's hands, who was grateful for such a response. At first, everything Dustin said sounded to him like it was in another language. The boy had to explain some points several times, but once he finally began to understand everything began to seem simpler. It didn't change the fact that Eddie felt his brain hurt. He couldn't remember the last time he had studied so intensely in his life, so if they were in a cartoon steam would surely be flying out of his ears at the moment.

In the meantime, you came back home with your mother. Claudia Henderson was famous for her hospitality, so upon seeing Eddie in Dustin's room she immediately decided that he had to stay with you for dinner tonight. Munson didn't even have time to deny it, as your brother dragged him back to his room to barrage him with more math-related information. Luckily for him, after half an hour, a knock sounded on the room door, where you appeared.

"Mom's asking if you'll ride your bike to the store, she ran out of a few things for dinner." you said leaning against the wall.

"And you can't?" the boy rolled his eyes. "I'm busy."

"I'm sure Eddie can last twenty minutes without you." you smirked.

"Can't you go by car?"

"You know very well that something is breaking down with it again, and the mechanic won't be available until next week. Besides, you could use some exercise you noodle."

"I hate you." He sighed getting up from his chair. You sent him a triumphant smile and went back to your room while Eddie was watching your conversation with amusement.

When he was left alone in the room he tried to read some notes from books however he could not concentrate. He was nervously bouncing his leg looking around the room, when suddenly in the hallway, he saw Naveen which was looking at him and wagging his tail. He was holding a small toy bone in his muzzle. Seeing him, Eddie got up and, coming toward him, tried to grab the toy, but the dog was faster and avoided his grip by turning into another room. He followed him, and when he managed to grab the pet he raised his head and noticed that he was in your room. Shit. He thought. You looked at them with a slight smile on your lips. Music was playing in the background, and you were lying on your stomach on the bed painting your nails.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he began to stammer.

"It's fine." you interrupted him. "Actually... can we talk?" you nervously bit the inside of your cheek.

"Sure." he said, sitting down next to you on the bed as he focused on the dog which immediately jumped on his lap.

"I wanted to apologize... for the way I treated you last time..." you sighed. "You didn't deserve it."

"It's fine, I should apologize too, I don't think you're a bore at all. I never thought so." he smiled gently.

"I know, Eddie. It just wasn't the best day at the time."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked and dared to look at you.

Your hair fell softly over your face, which took on a focused expression. He wanted to get into your head and read all the thoughts that were roaming around, so the moment you denied it he felt a slight disappointment.

"So how is the study going with my brother?" you asked, changing the subject. You didn't feel like talking to him about how your relationship was slowly breaking down. You don't know why but you didn't want to bring up the subject of your relationship at all in front of him.

"Honestly? I feel like the dumbest person in the world with him," he said.

"I know something about that, sometimes I feel like one of us is adopted, because it's impossible for both of us to be related. Don't repeat it to him, or he'll fall into self-absorption, but I've always admired how much he can fit in that little head." you laughed. "Apparently, all reserves of wisdom have been earmarked for him in this family."

"Hey, don't say that! It's to you that I owe all my best grades throughout my school career. If you hadn't let me write down answers from you, I wouldn't have passed at the very beginning."

"In that case, you're welcome, Munson. But it doesn't change the fact that you're really in good hands now. Golden child Dustin Henderson will certainly help you more now than I did then."

"Do I hear a hint of jealousy here?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"I don't know, I sometimes feel that if I disappeared I don't think anyone would even notice." You shrugged your shoulders.

"I would notice." he replied without thinking.

"Really?" You raised your eyes. You have such beautiful eyes, he wanted to say. Instead, he just nodded his head. "Do you remember the fire at the mall? You don't even know what a huge relief I felt when I found out that you came out of it whole. I was worried as hell."

"Oh, that's... nice." you said surprised. He was worried about you? You would never have guessed that you were someone for him to worry about. You were convinced that you didn't mean more than any other person at school.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. On the one hand he knew he should leave you alone, on the other hand a voice in his head told him that he would regret it if he went back to your brother's room now, so not thinking much he grabbed a bottle of black nail polish and looked at it. "Do you think it would suit me?" he asked shyly glancing in your direction. When a wide smile appeared on your face a feeling of relief mixed with joy spread through his body.

"It would be so metal." you replied. "Lie down in front of me and put your hands here." you instructed, and he did so immediately. Not knowing why, you felt extremely excited by the situation. His large hands adorned with silver rings lay in front of you as you grabbed the brush and began to paint them. You brought your face close enough that your breath gently tickled his skin causing shivers all over his body. You tried to do it as best as you could, you cared that he was satisfied with the result. Focused, you applied the polish and started singing quietly the song that was playing in the background.

Somebody broke me once Love was a currency A shimmering balance act I think that I laughed at that And I saw your face and hands Coloured in sun and then I think I understand Will I understand?

Hearing this, Eddie laughed lightly. The sight that was in front of his eyes he could describe as beautiful and somewhat charming? In addition, your quiet voice may have worked like a spell that you may have unknowingly cast on him.

"I can change the song if you don't like it. I know it's not your favorite kind of music." you said suddenly.

"No." he said too quickly and hastily than he meant to. The whole situation seemed unreal to him, but he still hoped that Dustin, on his way back that the store had taken the longest route there was. "Don't tell anyone, because my satanic reputation will suffer, but this song is even enjoyable." he added laughing.

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want

Although your voice was quiet Eddie had the feeling that it was enveloping him all over as if he could drown in it. He wished he had the power to stop time because he would definitely use it now. Your face was within his reach through which he barely restrained the silly urge to move it and stroke your cheek. Calm down, Munson. He reprimanded himself in his mind. He was annoyed by what your presence was doing to him. Seconds passed and the longer he looked at you the more nervous he felt. He wanted to say something, but had no idea what so he just lay in front of you without taking his eyes off your face. You were close enough that if he had leaned out a little more your foreheads would have come into contact with each other. Suddenly feeling his gaze on you, you raised your head so that your eyes met.

When you're looking at your shadow Standing on the edge of yourself Praying on the darkness Just don't take the money Dreaming of an easy Waking up without weight now And you're looking at the heartless Just don't take the money

His eyes traveled from yours down to your lips repeating this path several times. Did he want to kiss you? Did you want him to kiss you? You felt guilty for the flock of butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach when he looked at you like that. You had a boyfriend, so you shouldn't feel this way in Eddie's company, but it was stronger than you.

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets Your hand forever's all I want Don't take the money

Being so close to you, he was definitely having a little trouble breathing, as if he had suddenly forgotten how to do it or it was suddenly running out of oxygen around him. Your warm and gentle hands froze holding the brush in one hand and his hand that was being painted in the other. You both knew that all it took was one quick move and the space between you would disappear yet both of you froze just looking at each other.

"What the hell is going on?" the voice of Dustin was to you like the striking of a powerful bell that brought you down to earth. You immediately went back to painting the nails giving Eddie total responsibility for explaining the situation.

"I got a little bored waiting for you..." he cleared his throat. "So I decided to give your sister a little trouble and asked her to paint my nails." his voice was nervous. "They look so metal now" he wanted to play it cool, so Dustin won't be able to see his nervousness.

"Yeah, whatever." your brother rolled his eyes. "When you're done, you know where to find me."

The moment you finished he quickly thanked you and disappeared behind the door of your brother's room until dinner, during which neither of you dared to look at each other. It was as if you were afraid that when your eyes met they would say more to each other than you were capable of understanding at that moment. What is more, everything seemed to be overshadowed by a single thought unanimously taking over your brains. What if Dustin had returned from the store a few minutes later?

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khodorkovskaya · 11 months

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07.06.23

so okay, i feel like a terrible friend. and i know it's not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things and i have lots of other things i should be worried about. but like...

first of all i can't make it to my bestie's birthday this year bc im going to skating camp and instead of feeling bad about it, i feel... relieved..? bc i really hated her birthday last year, i spent over 500 pounds on it and we were in this house in the middle of nowhere next to durham and i was bored out of my mind. and this year she said that she wants to go either to crete or west of england. and going to crete is hella expensive. and going to england is hella expensive too honestly with all the trains i'll have to take to get there. and i know that im not gonna have fun.... and i feel terrible about it...

i thought about that a lot and now ive finally calmed down. but! my manchester bestie came to visit this week and i feel even worse...

so she got married in april and i was one of the first people she told about it like she called me and everything. and i promised to buy her a wedding present. and i didn't... and to be fair i don't really approve of the wedding cos it was for papers for her bf. and they've been together 5 years and they love each other and they would've got married in a couple of years anyway. but like... she's so youngggg and going thru with so much commitment for a man??? idk

and all of this leaves me feeling like im super judgmental. cos it's not my place to judge, right? and technically speaking my manchester bestie is much further ahead of me in life, right? like she moved out straight out of high school, so now she's like super independent and she's doing a phd now and she plans out her own life. and she looks really good too and she has lots of hobbies. like she seems to be doing really well. and whenever i judge people's decisions, i feel like i project too much. like if i were getting married now at the state that im at, that would be a bad decision. but now for her it's not ?????

and at the same time, i have to admit that i find it frustrating that some people have it so easy. she could choose whichever university in the world to go to after high school! like imagine having that priviledge! just like "yeah, manchester would be a good fit for me" BAM *moves to manchester*. "i really like animals :)" BAM *studies zoology in manchester*

like idk how to describe it. it's not just the money that's the issue, it's the bliss. the bliss of being like "my career? yeah, i like animals, im gonna go study them". like i could never... i love dinosaurs for sure, but i would never be able to do a phd about them bc as fascinating as it sounds, i just... can't take that seriously...? idk if im being elitist but like. especially when her degree and her living in a different country costs so much like.. idk how to explain it guys. do you get what im saying?

like out of high school i felt like the only choice i had was economics or management cos that's a serious subject that could get me a serious job. that's what us mortals do. and when i decided to do maths i was already reaching it. like now my parents are like "you wasted 4 of your years doing something that gave you no skills and was essentially useless. how about you do an accounting course now in order to catch up on everything you've missed out on? time to get back to the real world!" (plus my uni education was free but like imagine if my parents were paying thousands for me to study some obscure degree?)

and now again, it's her bliss that drives me insane. "oh my bf needs a visa? let's get married, i love him anyway" likeeee can you imagine that? like not ever thinking about the consequences?

idk, i feel like im in the wrong. bc some people just do whatever without thinking twice and it works out for them and they're happy. and im overcomplicating things. or maybe my life is just overall more complicated bc we're poor. like i can't just go to another country and marry the first guy who comes my way, you know?

and we were talking about kids and stuff and my bestie was like "yeah, i only want my kids to do the IB bc a-levels are shit and i wouldn't want them to get an obscure degree like the maturité either bc they'll have to explain it once they get to uni". and like... first of all, she's already counting on being able to send her future kids to private school which is like okay. and secondly like... how is the maturité an obscure diploma? judging by whose standards? if you do the IB and you want to go to a swiss uni that's gonna be a hassle. despite the IB being supposedly international, the only schools that really actually accept it with no problem are those elite british schools. so imagine being preprogramed in a way that like you know you're gonna be able to afford elite universities for your kids.

and she says all of that without even thinking twice. like everything is a given to her. and her boyfriend now husband is a heir to this rich hongkongese family, so yeah, they'll probably be able to send their kids to private school and then to an english university. and she'll probably never understand it. she'll continue living her life thinking that everything is a given, never struggle and find that normal. meanwhile i can't even grasp the fact that her dad's managed to support his stay at home wife and his two children and like wow the privilege.

anyway, we all live in such different worlds. and some people will never see some other people's worlds. and that's just how things are. and im drifting apart from my friends because we have different problems and a different view on the world.

#june

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hmm. prime numbers be upon ye

Emily I value you as a friend, but this is evil. I am just a poor sleepy dame and you want me to do maths? to find Prime Numbers? how dare you.

Anyway, let's do it.

2. Do you like to use the term queer for yourself? Or just LGBT, etc? Love queer as a term, adore it. My whole... deal is messy and not easy to discern and being able to say "ehhh you know that whole thing" is nice and easy.

3. Which pronouns do you use? So it's complicated a bit thanks to plurality (we have slightly different pronoun sets), but the shortest answer is "It/It's* for strangers and new people, It/She for friends and closer people". If I ever use She referring to myself, it's specifically one part referring to the other. *(yes I know the apostrophe is grammatically incorrect but the grammar was not written with the idea of it as a person pronoun in mind, so suck it, I am keeping it)

5. Are you "out" publicly? I mean I'm a six foot tall, broad shouldered entity in a wheelchair when I go out, who gave up on voice training because it's too much effort. I don't exactly have much choice BUT to be out, which is fine. I get a lot of kids being curious and I think that's sweet, when they look at me and are trying to process a LOT of thoughts all at once.

7. Are you the "token" queer person in your family? I don't have much of a family tbh. That's not just and edgy statement, my biological familia consists of me and my mother, every other person who shares my bloodline is not welcome near me ever again. I'm glad I don't have contact with them tbh, because I know I WOULD have been a token queer to a few of my family members, and I don't wanna be used like that.

11. Favorite (or just one you love) piece of LGBT media? Shiiiit, hard to narrow it down to one, you know. I might have to give it to The Last Girl Scout, by local tumblr legend Natalie Ironside. It's a story about queer love and building something beautiful in the ashes of the old, about healing, really healing, from trauma and pain, it's about connections and learning who you are through others. It's also about shooting fascists, a cool polish vampire, and communist political arguments. It's a good read, changed my life.

13. Do you choose to reclaim slurs, why or why not? I do it, but it's sorta tricky to express why. It's partly for the same reason I prefer It as a pronoun, it's about taking assumed power. What I mean is, as a visibly trans person, people are always playing the pronoun guessing game before I talk to them, running those guess and assumptions and deciding what they'll use at me. By using "It" as the preferred pronoun, there's a part of stealing that back, a bit of "you cannot have guessed that, and also if you intended to use that to misgender me, oooooh too bad bitch". In the same regard, calling myself a slur feel like taking power out of people's hands. Hands that may seek to wield it against me. I have faced institutional transphobia more than once, but it was always simple chafing microaggressions stacks atop one another. By saying out loud "yeah I'm a fuckin' tranny, what're you gonna do about it", it's like bringing a KS-23 4 Gauge Shotgun to a watergun fight (that's a very big gun by the by). Maybe I've overthought it a bit, and I'll admit, I don't make people in public use It pronouns for me because I don't really get out much (also a Pin for that might save some time), but that's my thinking on the topic.

17. Have you ever attended Pride in a big city/ large metro area? I really do not get out a lot. Also I forget that Pride month is february in Aotearoa and by the time I remember the parade happened weeks ago. So that's on me.

19. Do you feel safe and accepted in your local community? Pretty damn safe tbh. Folks around here practice the stance of "ain't gonna let that ruin my day". Doesn't hurt it's on the edge of a Uni district, lots of 20 somethings doing weird cool stuff. The only times I've dealt with problems have been petty bureaucrats with a lick of power exerting it at me. Then I go holler at higher ups and make their life a living hell. I'd feel bad, but maybe don't misgender me seventeen times in two minutes and verbally attack me on at 9pm on a monday night.

23. Do you prefer loud parties or quiet? Yeah I really don't get out a lot, and especially not enough to go to parties. Still I like a quiet gathering, if it's on the table. Everyone brings some food, there's music playing, no expectations but to be yourself. That kinda vibes.

29. Are you currently partnered, or if not are you interested in having partner(s)? I have two lovely partners, and I adore them to the end of the world and back. I'm not actively seeking any more romantic attachments, but I'm also not saying it's off the table (fate has a funny way with these things). My only problem atm is my dear partners are aaaaaall the way on the west coast of the USA, and I'm down here in kiwi-land. I'm not saying the distance isn't worth it, but I am saying I would like some more hugs in my future. Or sex. That'd be cool too.

31. Post a pic in your pride gear (or it can just be a selfie or anything else lgbt):

Have an image of this beast.

Okay that's everything, done, complete, kaput, finito. This is simply way too many words about myself but I can't NOT complete this order, especially since it's from cool pal Emily. If you read this far, please send me wishes that I get a good nights sleep at some point in June, I feel like I'm going nuts.

Well, Nuts-er, I mean.

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thedaredevilsgirl · 2 years

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This Costume

Announcements: Smut (oral - fem! receiving)

Word count: 840

A/N: I know that technically we don't really have anything confirmed about him being in No Way Home yet, and that I usually post for Holland & Co, but my crush on Andrew Garfield came back strongly after I watched "Tick Tick...Boom!" And I simply had to write about him. I hope you all enjoy it even though it's something different than usual. (I wrote this in a hurry during a boring math class so it may not be very good and contain some mistakes)

The trailer door opens and your attention is quickly turned to your boyfriend dressed as Spider-Man, he takes off his mask and smiles at you.

"How was the recording today?" You ask getting up from where you were sitting and moving toward him to leave a kiss on his lips.

"Complicated, but fun" he says in a confused way that makes you laugh "We are having to wear a black overcoat and hoodie when we are not recording so no one will know we are on set, hiding seems like the worst part, but when everyone watches the movie it will be worth it" he explains quickly.

"I'm sure it will" he smiles at my answer before pulling me in for a real kiss.

"I've missed you all day" he whispers against my lips.

"Me too, it's boring here without you."

He releases me for a brief moment and walks over to the mirror in his trailer, Andrew looks at me through the reflection with a smile and confused look on his face.

"What is it?" he asks noticing the way I was looking at him

"Can I admit a secret to you?" He nods and even a little shy you start to explain yourself "I kinda had a crush on you as Spiderman" you try not to blush at that statement but it was impossible.

"What?" he turns around and faces you while laughing a little "Really?"

"Yes, very serious" you admit "I mean, you looked so gorgeous and hot in that costume, it was hard not to be a little bit in love" you move closer to Andrew touching his shoulder and letting fingers make light circular motions in that area.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"When we met you didn't play him anymore so I thought this would be kind of weird, but..." you let your eyes admire him from head to toe and sigh at how that outfit managed to make him even more beautiful "but seeing you like this is awakening old desires that I didn't even remember I had."

You laugh to yourself but Andrew stands with his arms crossed in front of his body and staring at you in a serious way.

"I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said that" you try to explain yourself "I knew it would be weird..." He interrupts you as he pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips with strength and desire.

"So you mean my beautiful girlfriend" he leaves a kiss on your cheek "You like to see me dressed as Spiderman" he gives a longer kiss on your neck leaving a light bite before pulling away "And you have old desires with me?" He asks looking into her eyes.

"That's exactly right" she replies sighing as she feels his touch.

He makes her sit on the make up counter and fits between her legs while his hands still covered by the costume enter her skirt.

"You should have told me this before, we would have had a lot of fun"

"Well, I just told you, so...why don't we have fun now?"

"That's my plan honey" he smiles mischievously before leaning in to kiss her again.

His hands were still inside her skirt, he moves them slowly up her thighs, his fingers caressing her skin and giving her goosebumps anywhere he touched her.

Andrew finally reaches your panties and removes them from your body quickly before kneeling before you.

"You're going to have to be very still honey, we don't want the whole Sept to find out how desperate you are for me" That's all he says before his mouth touches you.

You sigh as you feel the first touch of his tongue on your intimacy, only superficially the first few times before he places your clit between his lips.

He places one of your legs over his shoulder to get more access to you and deepen his touches even more.

"Andrew please" You plead pulling your hair and making it messier than it always was "I need more".

At some point he had taken the gloves off his suit and now he was touching you without any pesky fabric getting in his way.

"You want more baby?" He asks wryly before he penetrates two of his fingers inside you, your back arches with pleasure and you feel like you're falling apart "Is that good enough for you?" you can only answer him with a groan.

His mouth soon goes back to work along with his hand, his tongue teasing your clit slowly with circular motions and his fingers striking your g-spot several times in a row without any pause.

"An...Andrew, I'm close" you sigh.

"Come for me" he whispers before hitting your point one more time.

You feel your body relax and you think you might pass out from ecstasy at any second, Andrew holds your body keeping you safe and keeping you from falling.

"Let's go home honey" he gives you a small kiss "Iwill fulfill all your wishes tonight".

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Stupid With Love

Tim used to fall in love too easily

Way too easily

First was Steph

The whole Robin thing was just a gigantic mess

They couldn't communicate well

They were both vigilantes and it didn't work

No matter how much he wanted it to work

Then was Kon

They dated for a while before realizing they weren't really compatible in a romantic sense

It broke Tim's heart because he really was in love with him

Just like that he had many other experiences which were just as successful as the former

Until of course he gave up

Love is too hard and complicated

No thank you

He has enough turmoil in his life

No need for more

So, he completely stopped looking for a relationship

Drowning himself in his work

Which to be honest was very smart

Man was effective CEO of Wayne Ent.

He was Red Robin and a really important part of Batman and Co.

Not to mention was still going to college

Yep, our 19-year-old Timmy was still in Gotham U

Trying to get a business degree so that the old fuddy-duddies would get off his ass

And that's how he meets you

You're in his Math 095 course

And the second he saw you he was smitten

It was like there was a halo behind your head

His heart was beating madly in his chest

There was an angel in his class

And she was sitting right in front of him

But he knew he wasn't going to pursue it

Not even try

Because every time he did, he ended up getting hurt

”Could I borrow an eraser?”

”I would love to-“

You raised a brow and he blushed

He thought you were going to ask him to partner up on the project your teacher announced in the start of class

“Uhhh, I don’t have one. Sorry.”

You smiled politely and turned back around to look at your teacher

And then suddenly Tim was seeing you everywhere

He didn't realize but you had free periods at the same time he did

You were in the library at the same time

You both even took the same creative writing course

(Boi needed something easy to increase his credits)

Somewhere in the middle of the class, you were all discussing mermaids when

"I mean, it's kind of small minded to restrict the image of mermaids to just as they are depicted in fairy tales. You don't know what they actually look like, the possibilities are quite endless."

Tim wasn't really thinking before he blurted out

"You believe in mermaids?"

You turned arounds and raised a brow at him, "You don't?"

"No."

"So Atlanteans are possible but mermaids are out of the question?"

"If there was anyone who knew of the existence of mermaids, wouldn't it be Atlanteans?"

"And you're just going to take their word for it?"

Tim's face was getting extremely hot and he wasn't sure whether it was because of the blush or because his brain was overheating

Pretty sure you were getting more and more beautiful by the second

Tim felt like he might be drooling because everything behind you became blurry

And he was pretty sure he saw a bunch of hearts float around

You spoke again

"Let me guess, you think love is just a neuroelectric response?"

That was bait

Very obviously so

And you wanted him to take it

Tim wanted to as well

Instincts was telling him to just ask you out

It's been a long time since he felt this way about anybody

But little Timmy was awkward and a little hopeless

He was intelligent

No doubt

But stupid when it came to love

So stupid, that it surprised him sometimes

He wasn't arrogant or anything in the slightest

But how could he be so stupid?

He was still worried though

What if he managed to screw this up again?

So, he just feigned innocence and talked about the previous topic

"I'm certain that I could change your mind about mermaids."

"Take me out to dinner first and I'll think about it."

Damn

He was not expecting that

Flustered, he just stared at you with wide and innocent eyes while you smiled at him

"Perhaps you can continue this conversation after class." Came from the professor

"Shhh, this is the most interesting thing that's happened all week."

After class you go up to him, confident and cheery as ever

"Did you think about my offer? I must warn you that I'm pretty passionate about mermaids. I mean, I practically worship the Starbucks logo."

"Me too. I go there so often; they get concerned with the amount of coffee I drink."

You laughed at that

"Are you gonna keep a girl waiting, Tim? Do you wanna go out on a date?"

He smiled shyly in a way that made you want to squish his lil cheeks

"Sure."

And the resident love idiot makes ONE smart decision

Finally

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nakachuchu · 3 years

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Chocolate Pocky | Fushiguro Toji

SYNOPSIS: A day in your life with a freeloader.

READER: female

WORDS: 1209

WRITTEN: 04/10/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! "Let's get married." Okay, this was really fun to write and I'm tooting my own horn, but this is so cute and it's my fav. Sorry I couldn't mention chocolate pocky more. I got distracted lol

You came from a rich family that didn't expect you to run the family business because you weren't the male firstborn.

All that was expected of you was to marry someone and have children, but you didn't like the idea of giving in to what your controlling family wanted.

Because of your upbringing, you connected with Toji. The two of you met in school and the first moment he saw you was when you were tilting back on your chair, eating chocolate pocky with a deadpan expression on your face.

After learning of each other's circumstances, you two naturally clicked with each other. And although you enjoyed how free-spirited he was, the fact that he was a freeloader was getting on your nerves.

You straddled his hips, smacking him repeatedly with a cushion from the couch he was laying on.

"Get a job!" you exclaimed.

He reached forward and engulfed your face with his large hand, pushing you away. Your arms flailed around, unable to reach him anymore.

"I do have a job."

"Freeloading is not a job!"

"You're rich," he retorted.

"That doesn't mean I like having you in my apartment all the time!"

You wrapped your hands around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face. You huffed and looked down at him as he picked his ear while watching television.

"You're literally so gross," you muttered.

In the past, Toji would come by from time to time, but he never stayed this long before. At first, you didn't mind but you would have appreciated if he at least did the chores if he was going to stay at your apartment for free, especially with his kids.

You knew about Tsumiki from his first lover and you had met her before, but when Toji suddenly showed up with not only Tsumiki but another child, you nearly strangled him.

"Let's get married," Toji suddenly said.

You stared at him. The man had the audacity to bring up marriage with you and wouldn't even look at you.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You just want to marry me because I'm rich," you retorted.

"Okay, and what's your point?"

You rolled your eyes. "Get on your knees and maybe I'll say yes."

Toji stopped picking his ear and turned to look at you, ignoring the romantic drama on the television.

"I'm not doing that," he said.

"If I give you fifty bucks, would you do it?"

"Hell yeah."

You snorted. "Always the gold digger, Toji."

"Obviously."

You opened your mouth to respond but noticed Megumi peeking at you from behind the doorway. Even Tsumiki was right behind him.

"Are you two hungry?" you questioned. "I'll start dinner in a sec."

"I'll help," Tsumiki chimed.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you said. "Megumi?"

He said nothing, but you could see him shuffling around. You smiled at how cute and shy he was, and you swore he was your favorite 7-year-old you have ever encountered.

You climbed off Toji's lap and ignored the way he ogled your ass. He had done it so many times that you had gotten used to it.

Tsumiki followed you into the kitchen, leaving Megumi to shuffle out and sit on the couch with his father.

While you and Tsumiki prepared dinner, Toji was telling Megumi about the romantic drama he was watching.

"So the mother is cheating on the father with his brother and the daughter is dating her math teacher who also happens to be her older sister's fiancé."

Megumi blinked at the television screen.

"Toji, what the heck are you teaching your son?"

"The complications of family," he answered.

You sighed.

"I finished chopping the carrots," said Tsumiki.

"Thank you."

Once the two of you finished preparing dinner, you forced Toji to get off his ass to set the table. You even stood behind him, refusing to help as he set the table begrudgingly.

When he was finally done, the four of you sat down at the dining table to eat. Megumi was a bit of a messy eater, but he tried his best to create the littlest amount of messes possible.

You would often wipe his mouth with a napkin and tell him it was okay to be messy, then you would turn to Toji and say, "Stop being a slob."

For dessert, you allowed the children to have chocolate pocky since it was a bit late for ice cream and you knew any cold desserts always gave Megumi a brain-freeze.

"Hey, let's play the pocky game," Toji suggested.

"Get your gross face away from me," you retorted.

Once the four of you were full, you cleaned the table and stood next to Toji in front of the sink—you were forcing him to wash the dishes.

"Look, I'm just saying. You already cook for me and provide for me, so we should just get married," he said.

"I don't hear anything."

"Bad hearing must come with the age, huh?"

You glared at him. "You di—" You glanced at the children. "Delightful person."

Toji sent you an amused glance to which you rolled your eyes at. You slapped the towel you were holding against his ass before placing it on the counter.

"Where are you going?" he asked as you turned around.

"I need to poop," you said in an obvious tone. "Don't miss me too much, loser."

While you walked away into the bathroom, he was staring at you the whole time while absentmindedly washing the dishes. Once you were gone, Toji turned toward his children and noticed Tsumiki was looking at him with a grin on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're in love with her," she said.

He scoffed. "I'm not."

"Whatever you say, Dad."

He scoffed and finished washing the dishes and when you came back after your business, you tucked Megumi and Tsumiki into bed.

"Good night, Megumi. I love you," you said as you kissed his forehead. You walked over to Tsumiki who was in the next bed over. "Good night, Tsumiki. I love you," you said as you kissed her forehead.

You turned the lights off and left the room, quietly closing the door before walking back into the living room to see Toji watching his romantic drama again.

"Is the episode not finished?" you questioned as you sat next to him.

"Sweetheart, it has fourteen seasons," he retorted.

"And what season are you on?"

"Two."

"I'm going to die before you finish this damn series," you retorted.

You said that yet you still sat next to him, side pressed against his while his arm splayed behind you on the back of the couch.

Eventually, you fell asleep in the middle of the third episode that had just started. Your head was resting on his shoulder. He stared at you and faintly smiled before picking you up to bring you to bed.

While walking to your room, he ran into Megumi who had woken up to use the bathroom. He was simply standing there silently with a stuffed dog in his hand.

He was looking at his father, blinking at the sight of you in his father's arms and all Toji said was, "I know what you're thinking and it's not like that, you brat.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #Fushiguro Toji x reader

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hms-no-fun · 2 years

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what is your reasoning for having some characters have dual name/text colors? is this just another stylistic choice to try and even further branch out from homestuck or what

there are a lot of unstated style rules in godfeels that have just kinda emerged. there's a logic to, for instance, who gets third person narration vs first person, & how they show themselves in that narration. June's narration is always her text color because she isn't really capable of intense subterfuge. Terezi, meanwhile, is very good at hiding herself in narration up until she gets flustered or mad. i never really set out to make an expressive narratorial matrix for these characters, right, but it's there.

going back to 2.1, i actually originally wanted to make June's name be Vriska-blue and her text be Egbert-blue... but i had yet to discover the magic of find & replace, and the thought of having to manually replace "June:" with "<span class="vriska">June:</span><span class="john">" forever after seemed like WAY too much of a hassle. i think giving her a bespoke text color was by far the better choice, because it literally being a blend of Vriska and Egbert was a very very early metaphysical indication to me that there was a much more complex psychological phenomenon occurring under the surface. it took me until writing 3.1 before i realized that the name for that phenomenon is plurality (thanks to the commentary made by a number of plural readers).

in homestuck proper, having a name that's a different color from your text is generally relegated to the sprite^2s. i always read this as a simple way of visually communicating that they're fusions. i always liked the EFFECT of reading their lines because the dual text colors help them feel ascended in some abstract sense.

so, when it came time to introduce Silverbark, i wanted a way to indicate that something big had changed with her beyond the obvious stuff like her appearance. because what makes Silverbark interesting imo isn't just that she's gotten older. if she'd just gotten older while living more or less the same life she was living on earth c, i don't think her hair would have greyed, and i don't think her name color would have changed. it has to do with experience and perspective somehow. to my mind Silverbark's silver is the ultimate tell that her initial impression as the same silly girl that everyone remembered was a front she was putting on. something has changed in her deep, deep down, and in a way the whole space opera side of things emerged out of my own desire to understand what changed. perhaps one could make some inferences there given Padua's color conventions.

in the case of Risk and Dare, i take sort of an opposite approach-- and here i'm now realizing this actually pretty closely mirrors my philosophy about who gets first person narration. imo there's two primary ways one takes control of their own narration. one side, the Dirk side, is brute force. the other side, June's side, is self-realization. so you have two poles, one associated with external power and the control of others, the other associated with internal clarity and a desire to live one's own life more genuinely. i know this particular verbalization makes it sound like one is good and one is bad, but i think you can look at the events of godfeels and say pretty definitively that both camps are just as capable of doing both really good shit and really terrible shit. how you got power certainly informs how you use that power, but it's hard not to think of obama running on hope and change only to turn around and become just as bad as the last guy, dismantling every apparatus of party organization that got him in power and made sure the dnc would never ever run a campaign that effective again. it's complicated, baby. there's no easy answers in life, and there's no easy answers in godfeels.

so anyway in Davepeta's case, you've got a name color change due to a cosmic fusion, the result essentially of a basic math problem. in Silverbark's case, you've got a name color change due to some level of personal/political ascension, a crossing of some kind of rubicon that came with great benefits at what looks to have been a pretty heavy cost.

with Risk and Dare, you've got name color changes as a result of literal self-actualization. it is with Dare's insistence that their name is Dare and they do exist that they finally push through the veil between internal self and external self, forcing June to acknowledge that they are in fact Real and Whole and Independent from her in some key way while also being equally part of her, inextricable from her. it's the final expression of Dare's arc-- throughout chapter 8 they keep trying to find reasons to live, trying to find gods to believe in. they plead to June, they plead to the universe, they even plead to us as readers, and still they get no answer. it's only when they take their life into their own hands and embrace the name that X gives them that they reach the point of being In Control that allows them to fight back in the way that they do. you'll remember that when Epigone is making everyone sing happy birthday, Dare-as-J is the only one who seems to be able to put up any kind of resistance to the words being pushed out of their mouth.

in Risk's case, the motivation for the color change is similar but distinct. for her it's a matter of realizing that "Vriska" as an archetype just doesn't fit anymore. it's still self-actualization, but where Dare's was about fully knowing and embracing their right to exist as an individual, Risk's is about knowing and embracing her right to be someone who doesn't already exist. what exactly that means in the longterm remains to be seen, but you can be sure that it's gonna come up again eventually

#homestuck #godfeels #text color #sarahposts

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hello! can i get a scenario with tadashi with prompt 33 "you don't know how much you mean to me"? thank you <3

Hello! Sorry for taking so long! A lot of things happened in the last month so I decided to prioritize my mental health and take care of myself. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Easy | TADASHI NAKANO

Summary → A lot of things are hard with Tadashi Nakano, except one. Loving him.

Pairing → Tadashi Nakano x Scholar

Warnings → Swearing

Word Count → 1057

Prompts used → 33. You don’t know how much you mean to me.

A/N → English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn’t make sense!

When Scholar first met Tadashi, they quickly realized how complicated he was and immediately understood why he was the way he was. Tadashi was the student body president, had the highest GPA in the school, he was Lady Arlington’s right arm, and was also the heir of Nakano Corp, so he was always being pressured.

That pressure came either from his parents or he would involuntarily put himself under. He had to be the best.

After breaking his shell and making their way into his heart, Scholar witnessed how vulnerable and intense Tadashi could be. Nothing with him was easy. It seemed like if things were easy for him, that he was somehow neglecting his duties or as he liked to call it “being lazy”.

Scholar had already picked up some of his habits. He would set unrealistic goals for the day and then be frustrated that he wasn’t able to do everything and he would over plan things that didn’t need planning at all. Tadashi needed things to be under his control, all the time.

It was math class, and Scholar noticed that Tadashi’s seat was empty which immediately worried them. Scholar reached for their phone, sending a message to Tadashi asking if he was okay and he quickly responded to their partner’s text.

“I’m tired. Decided to ditch class today to get some extra sleep. I’ll ask Karolina for her notes later.”

“Scholar, is there something you want to show the rest of the class?” Ms. Rodriguez called her student, making them embarrassed.

Scholar lowered their head, not wanting to draw more attention. For the rest of the class, the only thing they could think about was Tadashi. Even when he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Tadashi never skipped class, which meant that something really bad happened.

As soon as the bell rang, Scholar grabbed their things and left the classroom as fast as they could. Making their way to the crowd of students that were roaming through the hallways, they finally left the building, going in direction of the dormitories.

Already in the dormitories, Scholar knocked on Tadashi and Alistair’s room, waiting for an answer. Nothing. They leaned against the door and put their ear on it, in an attempt to hear if there was noise coming from the other side. Still nothing.

Scholar looked both ways to see if someone was in the hallway and sneakily entered the room without permission. Lucky for them, the door was unlocked.

The only thing lighting that room was the light that peaked through the blinds. Scholar walked to the window, opening the blinds a little so they could get a better view of the room. With a now brighter room, Scholar saw Tadashi lying in bed along with multiple books and papers that he was probably working on.

“Poor thing, how long has it been since you were able to sleep for more than 4 hours?" Scholar muttered, as they started to grab the stuff in their partner’s bed and putting them in his desk.

“Scholar?” Tadashi whispered as he rubbed his eyes and tried to get up.

“Don’t mind me baby, rest. You need it.” Scholar said, stopping their boyfriend from leaving the bed.

“At least lay with me, please.” He begged, making puppy eyes. How could Scholar say no to him?

Taking off their shoes, Scholar lay with him. Being the big spoon, Tadashi grabbed their lover’s waist, keeping them closer to them. It felt peaceful, he liked it.

“Dashi.” Scholar said, turning face to face with their boyfriend. “We need to talk.”

“Of course love, whatever you want.” He replied, now caressing Scholar’s face.

“I want to know what’s bothering you. You skipped class, you never do that.”

“Nothing’s bothering me, I was just tired, I told you.”

“Tadashi, I’ve seen you drink 6 cups of coffee before class because you spent the night awake writing an essay. Something’s bothering you.”

Tadashi liked how smart their partner was, how they knew him and all of his little quirks. Having such a dedicated partner meant that he couldn’t lie to them, they wouldn’t fall for it. He sighed, deciding to be direct with them.

“Ok. There’s this thing that’s been bothering me for the last two weeks.” He confessed, closing his eyes, trying to avoid looking Scholar in the eyes.

“Two weeks? Tadashi, why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped!”

“I know, but you already have so much going on and I didn’t want to bother you with my problems.” Tadashi looked at them.”And it’s not like you can help.”

“Tadashi, what happened?” Scholar asked anxiously, hoping this suspense would end soon.

“My father called me and we had a big fight. He said that if I keep making mistakes and being lazy that I would never be able to be the CEO of Nakano Corp. I know my father is an idiot but I know he’s right.” Tadashi got up of the bed, walking to his mirror. “God, I look like shit.”

“You look perfect as always.” Scholar followed their boyfriend, hugging him from behind. “And your father’s wrong, there is no capable of being the head of the company than you.”

“I’m just...scared.” Tadashi whispered, as it was the most obscene thing he had ever said.

“Scared of what?”

“Scared that even if I try my hardest I still won’t be good enough.” He revealed, glancing at his partner. “Good enough for my parents, for you, for everybody.”

“Oh Tadashi. You are so much more than enough. “ Scholar reached from his hand, grabbing it softly.

“I hope you’re right, I hope you’re right.” He got close to them and whispered again, now smiling. “I just want to be the best for you. You deserve the best.”

“You are the best I could ever want, Tadashi.” Scholar got close to him, kissing him gently.

“You don't know how much you mean to me.” Tadashi said. “You see, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen.”

Scholar felt their cheeks get warm and when they saw that their boyfriend was ready to tease them for blushing, they grabbed his face and pressed their lips to his, kissing him again.

Nothing was easy with Tadashi.

Except loving him.

Loving him was easy.

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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years

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Growl: Chapter 7

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

Monday came sooner than I wanted it to, not to mention I had a test today. A test...that I did not study for. "I'm such an idiot." I muttered, as I reluctantly walked into school. "Maybe if I beg good enough Iwaizumi will let me cheat off him." I say under my breath. I suddenly felt someone lean down and whisper in my ear. "What's this about begging Iwa-Chan now? Naughty L/n-" I elbowed Oikawa in his gut before he could finish. "I'm talking about a test, you horndog!" I snapped. Oikawa recovered from the hard blow. "S-So you didn't study, huh?"

"I bet you didn't either." I glare at him. "Of course I did! Unlike you, I had Iwa-Chan's help!" I gave him a shocked look. "How did you get his help!? He always tells me to study on my own! No wait...we're you actually "studying" or..."

"L/n-Chan! I'm surprised at you!" He could deny it all he wanted, there was no overlooking the blush on his face. Guess I was right about that. "Whatever. Let's just get going." I say while walking, a bit faster to get some distance between me and Oikawa. But of course his long leg ass easily kept up with me. "You know L/n-Chan, if you keep this up you won't be able to participate in club activities." I hate to admit it, but he was right. If I kept failing in my classes, the school faculty will be forced to remove me from the volleyball team. Meaning I won't be the manager or hang out with my new friends as much. I won't get to hang out with Kyotani either...

"Of course that upsets me more than anything else." I think with a sigh. I hurried into class with Oikawa, Iwaizumi was already inside at his seat. "Hey Iwaizumi." I greet him as I take my seat. "Hey L/n." He says back. "Actually on time for once Shittykawa?" He asks, not even glancing at the brunette boy. "Oh hush. I got plenty of beautify sleep last night, so of course I'm here." Oikawa sits down. "Doubt it." I mutter. We all know you were with Iwaizumi last night you liar. "What?" They both ask in unison. "Nothing." I lean back in my seat. "Hey Iwaizumi, can you help me study if I fail this test?"

"No."

"Jerk!" I cross my arms. "Why not?" Iwaizumi looked at me as if I were a child. Great, about to get scolded by a man my own age. "Because you should have taken studying more seriously. You had plenty of time before today. You also had the weekend. What have you been doing?" He asked. I turn away to hide my blush. Like hell I was gonna tell them I was with Kyotani. Oikawa would never shut up about it, and Iwaizumi...well it was kinda like telling your father that you have a boyfriend. Point is, it was awkward and I'm not spilling!

"....I was watching anime."

"Nerd."

"Shut up stupidkawa!!"

"You're starting to loose your touch, L/n-Chan." He smirks. "I could have thought of a way better insult than that."

"So you do want us to insult you?" Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow. I groan and rest my head against the window, Iwaizumi and Oikawa's bickering drowning out as I stare out into nothing. 'Might as well accept the fact I'm failing this test. I really should have studied more instead of doing stupid shit. Maybe I'll Kyotani to help me.' My cheeks then red. I didn't know how his grades were, but it was worth the try. Just because he was a punk didn't mean he couldn't be smart, right?

The test had finally ended, and I had just barely passed! But it wasn't good enough, I can't just barley pass throughout the rest of my last year. What happened today was pure luck, and that wouldn't last me forever. I need to take this more seriously, for the volleyball team and for myself. I managed to catch Iwaizumi just before he went inside the gym. I told him I needed to speak with him in private. "What did you want to talk about L/n? Is there something wrong?" He asks, concern lacing his tone. I clutched my bag tightly and spoke with a stern determination. "I'm going to start studying harder. I just barely passed the test today. If I keep this up and fail, I won't be able to be your team's manager anymore. So what I'm asking is..." I look away from Iwaizumi, hiding my embarrassed expression. "Do you...know what Kyotani's grades are like?"

When Iwaizumi didn't answer, I looked up at him. His expression was one of confusion. "You...want Kyotani to help you study? Why?" I bit back a growl and clenched my hands tighter, my face was only getting redder but the second. "Because! The only people I'm "close" to is you, Oikawa and Kyotani! You won't help cause you're busy with Oikawa and Oikawa can't help cause he's dumbass who would only flirt with me the entire time, and Kyotani...well I don't know! That's why I'm asking!"

"Whoa, wait, slow down." Iawaizumi raises his hands. "You're close to Kyotani? How did you manage that?" He asks. I sighed deeply, I really didn't want anyone to know about it. But there's no helping it now. "Me and him talked over he weekend. And, I even went over to his place a few times. So yeah, we're friends now I guess. But I didn't really know much about him, only a little bit really." I fiddle around with my hands, trying to figure out what else to say. "I would like to know more about him. So I thought, why not do that by asking him to help me study." Iwaizumi hummed in response. "I see." He mutters.

"Are you going to take it seriously?" He asks. I nod. "I will. I said I would start trying harder." Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his head. "Then you should ask him. If you and him are friends like you said, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you. As for his grades, I don't know about all that." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you Y/n. You really are coming out of your shell, it makes me happy to see you're making an effort." I smile softly and put my hand on his. "Me too. Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure I keep my word. Just wait and see Hajime!"

"I look forward to." Iwaizumi chuckles.

Practice had ended a bit earlier than unusual, the team finished changing and we're heading out. You decided to hang back and wait for Kyotani, it felt a little weird to say the least. Though it shouldn't be, you had just been over to his place twice and met his family. From an outside perspective, someone could mistake you both as a couple, even thought it was quiet the opposite. "I completely get it though." You sigh. You were snapped out of your trance by the locker room's door opened. Kyotani stepped out, school bag thrown over his shoulder. "Oh, hey." He greets once he finally noticed you. "We're you...waiting for me?" He asks. "Uh, yeah." You nod. "I wanted to ask you something." You tilt your head towards the exit of the gym, Kyotani seemed to have understood the message and walked out with you. The both of you walked in silence until reaching the school gate, Kyotani finally spoke up. "So what did you want to tell me?"

"You know how important tests are when it comes to graduating and being able to participate in club activities right?" Kyotani nods. "Well, I do want to graduate. But I also want to stay and be the team's manager. So I can't afford having my grades continue to slip. Eventually they'll be so bad, that I won't be able to do either. So what I'm asking is, will you help me study?" Kyotani raises an eyebrow. "Really? You want my help?" He asks. "I know it's sudden of me to ask, but I really don't have anyone else. Iwaizumi is too busy helping that train wreck of a captain of ours to help me. Not like he would anyway." Kyotani sighs heavily. "I don't know..." You turned to him. "Please!" You grab his hand with yours, Kyotani froze where he stood. "I'll make sure to repay you for helping me! Anything you want, I'll do it! So please...please help study Kyotani." You look up at him, eyes shining pathetically like a sad puppy. How could he say no to that? "Damn it..." He almost wanted to walk away and ignore it, but deep down he knew damn well that he couldn't. "Ok. I'll help you as best as I can. My grades aren't anything special, just so you know." You smiled brightly and hugged him. "Thank you so much! And anything helps at this point!" Kyotani nods and continued walking after you pulled back. "You really are nice Kyotani. Despite whatever everyone else thinks or says. In fact, I'm really glad I got to know you." You couldn't tell how Kyotani felt about that, he was slightly ahead of you, so you couldn't see his face. But unknowing to you, Kyotani cracked a little smile. And he'd never admit it, but he was glad he got to know you too.

Later that night, you and Kyotani were staying up late studying. You both decided it would be best if it happened over at your place rather than his. For two reasons. One, your mother wasn't home, so you had the entire house to yourself for the night. And two, Kyotani insisted that his mother would interrupt every so often because of how fond of you she was. It was down right embarrassing. And he didn't want to deal with that all night. Besides, like this, it would just be the the two of you, alone together. Together with math, really. "And if you solve for x you get?" Kyotani asks, waiting for you to answer. You hummed as you thought hard about what to say. "....15?" Kyotani shook his head. "12." You let out a loud groan. "This is such garbage! How am I ever gonna get this!?" You whine. Why did math have to be such damn complicated, in fact, why did anything involving studying have to be complicated? "Don't know. But you better get it quick before the council kicks you off the team. Now try again." Kyotani says, while writing something down in his books. "How can you be so calm about this? I thought you said your grades weren't anything special. Or was that a lie?"

"No, it wasn't. My grades are pretty shit." He admits. "Then what's the point this!?" Your mind screamed. "But not because I'm stupid or anything like that. It's because I hardly ever show up to class. But between the two of us, I'm smarter than you I guess." You scowl and slam your pen down. "I guess so huh?" You grumble. "Relax. I'm helping you out ain't I? After you do this we can take a break." Kyotani sets a new set of math equations in front of you. "Yeah sure, but before that, why don't you go to class? If you're so smart as you say, then why not just go and better your grades. I'm sure you don't want to get kicked off the team either."

"No, I don't. But my grades aren't that bad yet. So I have nothing to worry about. Hurry up and solve these."

"Not until you answer my question." You say as you cross your arms. Kyotani looked up from the books and eyes you for a moment. He sighs and leans back slightly. "Either cause I just don't feel like going, or cause it just ain't worth the effort." He finally tells you. Really? That was it? He made it sound like it was so much more to it than that. It almost made you angry, you were failing but you actually tried to put in the time to go to class. The only time you've ever skipped class was the one time with Kyotani, and never before or after that. You went to school every day and tried as hard as you could, and yet, you still failed at what he claims to exceed in. He says this and he's not even there! He skips out and still makes better grades than you! And from the looks of it, he hardly ever studied like you. "It just doesn't make sense." You mutter. "What?" Kyotani asks, only for you to shake your head and get back to writing. "Look, I made a promise to the team that I would try harder at this manager thing. And I can't do that if I continue to fail like I am, and as for you? I can tell you have such a passion for volleyball, every time you play, you get this look in your eye. A look that says, "I'm going to be the best at this". But how the hell are you gonna the best at anything, if you keep skipping class and letting your grades slip?"

"What? This a lecture now?" Kyotani eyebrow twitched in a annoyance. "Damn right!" You leaned forwards on the the table and poked his chest, as you spoke with the sternness of a mother who was scolding her child for acting out. "Your grades might not be as bad as mine now, but they will be soon if you keep that shut up! And when that happens, you'll be kicked off the team! And we both don't want that now do we?" Kyotani had to bite back any spite that he wanted to throw your way. You had a point, so he would let you talk. "If I get kicked out it won't be much of a shock, but Kyotani your team needs you. Think of how upset they would be if you were removed because you didn't try your hardest." Your tone began to soften with every word. "I know I would be. You love this sport way too much to give it up so easily. So don't let this chance slip away from you, try harder, do better. That way, you can keep moving further. And who knows, maybe one of these days, you'll land yourself in a really famous volleyball team."

Kyotani was speechless, you were absolutely right. You were right to be upset with him, you were right about him loving the sport, you were right about it all. His eyes tore away from yours, meeting the table that sat in between you both. "Ok." Was all he said. "Ok!? You-" He cut you off before your temper could rise any further. "I'll start going to class more often. But you have to start trying harder too ok? I don't want you getting kicked out either." A smile made it's way onto your face. You held out your pinky. "Promise?" Kyotani rolled his eyes but interlocked his pinky with your own.

"Promise."

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#kyotani kentaro x reader #kyotani kentaro #haikyuu!!#mad dog #haikyuu kyoutani #haikyū!!#mad dog chan

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jungcherie · 3 years

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Desperado; teaser

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: xiaojun x fem!reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 15-20k (currently 9k; this teaser is 0.6k)

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: angst, mafia!au (?), romance (i don't know how to tag this type of relationship, sorry)

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: MAJOR CHARACTERS DEATH, age gap (reader is legal age, don't worry), mentions of drug dealing, illegal racing, alcohol consumption, domestic violence, mentions of divorce

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: You and Xiaojun meet again after ten years in a context you would never imagine, while you want to keep in touch with him, he wants to do his job and hide the fact that he works as a private investigator for a mafia, because he doesnt want you to get involved in problems but the feelings and emotions between the two of you are stronger.

He had never told anything about his past, how his parents went bankrupt and literally his whole life fell apart. He got to where he was now by pure chance, and the boys accepted him despite being very closed and reserved. They never asked anything about him, they never pressured him. Xiaojun thought all his past had already been left behind, that he could calmly rebuild his life, but right now he felt so overwhelmed because those demons were currently invading his life and it was time to open up and trust a little more in his mates.

"A week ago, I saw that girl again, and I wouldn't know how to describe what it felt like to see her as a woman."

"Are you telling me that you fell in love with the girl you were tutoring?" Asked his friend without understanding very much where Xiaojun wanted to go. "You're so pervert"

He immediately shook his head profusely, using denial as an answer to Kunhang's question.

"No, it's complicated," the blond guy began to bite one of his nails staring at a fixed point, looking for the exact words to be able to express himself more understandably. "I taught her math when I needed money the most. I had a really bad time at that age, the stress and anxiety I had are indescribable, but spending time with her made me forget about the shit of my days."

"So..."

"Although she is a nice memory, she makes me relive the horrible of my adolescence."

They were both silent, neither looked at the other. Kunhang was thinking of what to say before blurting out something and ruining it. Xiaojun looked at the open door and saw that Yukhei's tattoo parlor wasn't open, so he asked where the older one was.

"He's gone." Hendery drank water and set his glass down. "Look, do you know what you can do? Stop seeing her."

The older of the two rolled his eyes, he had just heard the most absurd and ridiculous answer he ever received.

"The problem is," he got up from his chair, took the bag of chips again and took a large handful to put in his mouth, "I'm investigating his friend."

The younger whistled, the situation was complicated and he had already left him speechless.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, bro." He pauses. "To all this, what does your trauma have to do with last night's party? Yangyang wasnt specific when he said 'weird'"

Xiaojun sighed.

"She was there," he was quiet looking for words to use for the sudden wave of emotions that hit him, making him remember the scenes from last night, "and I swear I don't know what happened to me, but I had the instinct to protect her."

“What the fuck did you do, dude?” Hendery made his worried tone known.

"She was drunk, and I offered to drive her home," he says as his friend opens his eyes in surprise, anticipating the worst in the other.

"Don't tell me you took advantage of her."

Again, the blonde looked at him like he was crazy and shook his head, that made Kunhang calm down and give thanks.

"She asked me something I couldn't answer because I don't even know it myself."

Up to that point, Hendery was no longer listening to him because he didn't understand the mysterious way Xiaojun was speaking. Despite always accepting how reserved he is, he felt he couldn't help him if he wasnt specific and told him the whole story from the beginning so he could understand why he was having such a stir in him and his mind.

They were both silent, again, without looking at each other, Kunhang decided to break the ice after a few minutes.

"Being honest, I don't know how to help you," he advanced and rested his hand on Xiaojun's shoulder, "but I hope you can control yourself in front of that girl and not screw her up, please."

#nct scenarios #nct timestamps #nct fic #wayv scenarios #wayv fic #xiaojun fic #wayv xiaojun #nct xiaojun #nct drabbles #nct angst

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hot-wiings · 4 years

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Edited: 10-21-2020

When you woke up the next morning you felt a discomfort between your legs. Your core hurt, but it was nothing compared to when Kai had his way with you. kai roughly took you. He didn't take the time to let you get aroused, he just dove right in and got himself off without care about whether you were enjoying it or not. He didn't listen when you said no, instead, he forced you to give in. He forced himself on you and coerced you, then he left you to clean up the mess.

Dabi gently took you. He took his time and paid attention. He asked you if he was hurting you, he asked you if what he was doing was okay. He made sure you were aroused when he took you. He was kind but he still got you in just the right spots making you crave more. He was attentive and made it enjoyable. Unlike your mysophobic captor, he cleaned you up.

When you woke up, Dabi's cum was not dripping from your body like last night. You were worried you'd wake up to dry cum crusted on your skin, but he had cleaned you up. Not only had he cleaned you up from his ejaculation, but he had put clothes on you. Instead of being naked, you wore a long-sleeved pajama shirt and jogging pants. As you felt the bedding you noticed he had changed the sheets and blankets from your sinful acts of the previous night. You must've been really out of it because you hadn't woke up. Whether it was from him wearing you out from your activities, or the fact you hadn't felt so safe sleeping in such a long time remained a mystery.

You pulled yourself out of bed, wincing slightly at the pain. It was more bearable than what Kai was capable of doing to you, and once you stopped thinking about the pain you barely noticed it. You couldn't lie that it hurt Dabi wasn't there when you woke up, but you knew that had someone caught Dabi in your bedroom like that it would cause hell for you both. Sure Dabi was supposed to watch you, but if he was seen leaving your room so early in his clothes from the day before it would arise suspicious questions. He would have to return to your room in the late morning when people could witness him coming to watch you in an innocent matter.

Despite that rational thinking, you couldn't help but wonder if he regretted last night at all. As you slipped on clean fresh clothes you couldn't help but wonder if he meant his words to you. You couldn't help but ponder on if he meant them with honesty. You carried such baggage and trouble with you, a relationship together would be so troublesome for him.

A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie. You quickly pulled your shirt down as you spoke out through the closed door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Dabi."

You tried to slow down the heart palpations you received as you briskly walked over to the door and opened it. Just the sound of his deep voice brought electricity to every fiber of your body but seeing him standing in the doorway made you smile. He came back.

"Hey."

Dabi stepped inside your room and closed the door behind him. He was quick to pull you against his chest, his warmth completely engulfing you. You were relishing in his touch so much you hadn't realized tears were beginning to escape your eyes and drip onto his shirt. You hadn't realized up until Dabi pulled away and tilted your head up with his hands. His long fingers hooked behind your ears and his warm thumbs pushed away your tears.

"What's wrong? Did I accidentally hurt you?"

"No, no you didn't. I'm sorry. I just- I know why you had to leave... But I was worried you regretted it. Regretted last night."

Your tone hushed and got quiet as you mumbled out the last part. Due to your proximity, Dabi still heard it. He pulled you against his chest again. His hold was tighter, more protective but not hurtful.

"Doll, I didn't regret it."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't blame you. I know what complications come with me and you're not obligated to stick around just because I gave myself to you."

"Baby doll, I don't intend to leave. I'm staying and gettin' both you and Eri out. I meant what I said last night."

Your head rested against Dabi's chest as you let out a sigh of relief. You breathed in Dabi's scent of smoke, cigarettes, and sulfur. They were bad smells, yet they brought comfort and safety to your stomach. You lifted your head off of his chest and plopped your lips onto his. It was such a normal action, but it was so foreign. It had been so long since you willingly incited such a romantic action. It was wrong to do it with Dabi when you were dating Kai, albeit forcefully, but it was so right. When you were pulled against his chest, in his arms, you couldn't care to give Kai a single thought. You couldn't be bothered to care if it was morally wrong or right to cheat on a relationship that was forced on you.

Kai was wrong. All the words he'd spoken to you. All the phrases and hurtful words he spits out. Every time he said no one could love you. Every time he said he was the only one who could love you. He was wrong, it was all wrong. Dabi could love you. Dabi did love you.

"I was half asleep when I said it... but I meant what I said too."

Dabi dipped his head down to your ear and gave it a light nibble before whispering roughly, leaving tickles down your eardrum and cochlea.

"I really do love you. I know it's early to say that... But you make me feel things. I'm so closed off, but you make me want to tell you everything about myself."

"Then tell me. You know so much about me, you know about Eri and my mother... I wanna know more about you."

Dabi pulls out of your embrace but keeps a hand in yours. He lightly tugs you along with him to your bed. Once he sits down on the fluffy blankets, he pulls you on top of his lap.

"What do you want to know, doll?"

Your hands came up and played with Dabi's hair as you nestled your body against his. Eliciting a smile from Dabi, you lightly tugged and pulled, but not in the same manner as the night before. It was nice to be able to just touch and love without getting hurt.

"Everything. I wanna know everything about you Dabi."

"God, I don't know where to start... I guess I'll start with my childhood."

Dabi wrapped his arms around your waist, one arm around your back and the other across your lap. His warm hands gripped your thigh and waist as he spoke out his words to you. Dabi had briefly mentioned before that his father was abusive, that his father was mean but he escaped out. You couldn't imagine Dabi as a child, he looked so rough with his scars and staples it was hard to imagine him in a setting where he was young, innocent, and fresh.

"Back then I went by Touya."

"Touya... I like that. Why did you stop using it?"

"My father picked it out. He demanded that he pick it out because I was destined to surpass him, his opinion changed after I received my quirk. When I left home I wanted nothing to do with him. I dyed my hair- it was red then - and I changed my name."

"I bet you looked nice with red hair."

"Mm, I was quite the fox in high school, all the ladies loved me. I never gave them the time of day. It's not something I'm proud of, but I used them for a quick screw and then I'd forget their number."

Your chest tightened as his words registered in your brain. You knew Dabi had a bad reputation. He's a villain, some sort of bad merit comes with that. Hearing him say it was different. How could you be sure you weren't going to be one of those girls? Then again, Dabi hadn't hit you like Kai and if he had ill intent why would he be sitting here telling you about his past. Almost as if he noticed your hesitation in your brain, Dabi dug his fingers in you tighter and pulled you against him closer.

"It's different with you. You like me even though I am a villain, you like me despite my scars and staples. Those girls in high school didn't want me, they wanted Touya. They wanted his status. They wanted his wealth. They wanted Touya, the eldest Todoroki sibling."

"Todoroki... Todoroki as in Endeavor, like the hero?"

"Enji Todoroki is my father, but he is not a hero."

Before Kai closed you off from the world you'd seen Endeavor on the news a lot. As the number two hero, he made lots of appearances. With All Might's lack of recent activity, Endeavor began taking the spotlight more. Although he wasn't your favorite hero, you thought he was one of the greats. As Dabi gripped onto you tightly he made a face, a face of fear. He looked scared and nervous to be talking about the man who raised him. Endeavor saved people, but clearly, there was a dark presence behind the man.

"He was obsessed with surpassing All Might. When my quirk showed up he was less than happy, he pressured my mom into having more kids, more weapons for him to use. My mother gave birth to my sister Fuyumi, my brother Natsuo, then finally she had Shouto."

It was like Dabi's breath hitched in his throat. He had a hard time letting the words out. He hadn't ever told anyone about his childhood. In school, he never allowed himself to be close to anyone, and he never uttered a word to a soul in the league.

"Shouto had both of my parents quirks, and to Enji that was valuable. He separated my brother from me and my siblings, forced him to train to become a hero at a very young age. He abused my mother when she tried to stop him, physically and mentally. She couldn't bear to look at me, behind I looked so much like him."

You pulled Dabi's head against your neck and he was quick to bury himself inside it. He let out a few sobs, but they were muffled against your skin. His tears streamed down his face as he pulled back to finish talking.

"Eventually she snapped. She threw a pot of boiling water down Shouto's face, the side of him that looked like Enji. He threw her in a mental institution. I was twelve, and I had to help raise Fuyumi, Natsou, and Shouto. I was just twelve, and I had to cook dinners. I was twelve and I had to help Natsuo with his math homework. I was twelve and I watched Enji train my brother so hard he threw up, and when I tried to stop him I would get beat."

"Oh, Dabi..."

"When I turned seventeen he became tamer. He never beat Fuyumi, she was his soft spot, and he never beat Natsuo... I think his face reminded him too much of my mom. They stopped needing me, so I left. I faked my suicide and left. I still keep tabs on them. My sister is a teacher, still living at home to take care of him. Natsuo's in college, and Shouto's in the prestigious UA."

Dabi moved his hands from your thigh to your face. He cupped your cheeks and brought his lips to yours.

"I hate my father for the abuse. I hate him so much, but to stay in the game long enough for my siblings to stay safe, I had to play the game. I had to lay down and place my cheek up until they were old enough to stand up and defend themselves, old enough to not need me."

"You don't deserve that. No one deserves that."

"You don't deserve it, but I need you to do it. I need you to play Kai's game. Pretend that you want him. Pretend you can't get enough of him. Pretend your so in love. We need him to get laxer. The laxer he is, the easier--safer it'll be to get you and Eri out. To survive the games you gotta play the game."

You mirrored Dabi's actions by pressing your lips back against his. Your kisses held passion and love. Your hand came up and caressed his cheek softly, skimming lightly over his staples, unsure if it was a soft and sensitive or not.

"I'll do it Dabi. I'll hate every minute of it, but I'll do it. I'll stop fighting, give in, embrace it. I'll play Kai's game."

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ficklewish · 4 years

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Pre Calc Sucks

a Tendou x Reader Soulmate AU

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Tendou x reader

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If you were told that you'd meet your soulmate through a texting app way before you did, you'd probably laugh at their face and tell them that it's not possible for that to happen, as it only does in movies or books. Or that's what you believed. Never in a million years did you think that it would happen to anyone you knew, let alone you yourself. It was a shock, but it was welcomed with open arms, as you had finally met the love of your life, the one fated to be with you. Meeting Tendou was, by far, the best day of your life. How you first met him however…now that would be a funny bedtime story.

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You were struggling with your art and school when you had downloaded discord. A school friend had suggested it to you, as certain servers had places for school or art help, and you had given in due to the huge lack of inspiration you had. Making an account and picking your username, it had finally been done, but once again, you were stuck. How exactly did discord work? Would it just…randomly suggest servers everyday or did you have to find them? You had left it for a while, just empty, waiting for it to be filled. Your friend had asked if you had made any online friends, and responding with no, they became confused. "Haven't you joined any servers?" You awkwardly laughed, turning away from them. "No…I don't know how discord works." You look back up at them and see the most judging look in their eyes. "You're hopeless. Here, let me help you." Taking your phone and opening your search engine, they go to a random site and start scrolling while you look over their shoulder. Seeing them go through multiple windows, they give back your phone. “There, I added you to one, you can figure out the rest from there.” Giving a small thanks, you turn to your phone, reading the instructions. “Hmmm, this is gonna take a while…” After doing a few tweaks and introducing yourself, you finally started to talk to the people on the server, learning their names and pronouns, acknowledging their age for appropriate conversations, and even adding a few friends. You had completely forgotten you were still at school, even though it was currently your lunch period. “Who knows, maybe your soulmate is in there.” Startled, you turn towards your friend then roll your eyes. The whole soulmate concept was something you used to like, but now, it was just a reminder that you hadn’t found yours yet. The whole “first place they touch you” thing was just a taunt, at least to you. Your mark was what seemed like someone's arms wrapped around you, including your upper arms. So many of your peers had already found theirs while you felt almost forgotten. It brought thoughts to your head, such as what if...your soulmate was across the world? Would you ever meet them? Did you even have one? Shoving the last thought deep into your mind. “I doubt it, shit like that only happens in movies.” Your friend looked at you, then smirked. “I don’t know about that.”

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After classes ended, you went home, a bit excited to start talking online, as childish as it sounded. You had to keep reminding yourself that you joined for school and art help, but making a few friends never hurt. Taking off your shoes and dropping your things, you sat on the couch and noticed you were home alone for the time being, your parents most likely at the market. Taking your phone out and opening the app, you begin to interact in the correct chat for school.

"Hey! I was wondering if someone could help me with my pre calculus homework? I'm a bit stuck"

You noticed that someone was already going to respond, which comforted you greatly.

"I could help with this! Just give me a moment!"

Checking their profile to not accidentally misgender them, you notice that they are actually a he, and he has similar interests as you. Going back to your bag and getting your notebook and textbook, you turn back to your phone and prepare to fry your brain with math. (fucking hate math, it's so COMPLICATED)

"Alright, what did you need help with?"

Telling your "tutor" about which problems you were confused about, they immediately begin to guide you through it and point out any mistakes you made, all while not exactly telling you the answer. He had helped you understand the concept much more easier than your teacher ever did, and you were extremely grateful for that. He had even given you some extra tips on how to remember certain formulas for when exams and tests are assigned. You thanked him multiple times for helping you with your homework

"Of course! Just DM me anytime you need help, I'd gladly do so!"

And that's what you did, texting him every now and then for homework help, mainly pre calc as it was your worst subject, and you didn't want to burden him with your other classes in case he had his own to pass. Sometimes, you'd even text him because you were actually interested in him, as he had been an interesting person to talk to. Learning a bit about him and sharing a bit about yourself, you quickly formed a friendship with, who you found out a few days ago, Tendou. He'd talk about how he was a part of a volleyball club, being a 3rd year, being part of a powerhouse team, and even some personal facts about his life. Of course, he never told you exactly where he was located, which was perfectly fine, as you didn't want to disclose that information either. However, you soon started to notice that whenever Tendou would text you, you'd become giddy no matter what the conversation was about, and when someone other than Tendou would text you, you'd deflate a bit, hoping it was him. Whenever you'd be doing anything else, you were hoping that he would send you something, you were just hoping to talk to him. These feelings scared you, as you might've had a soulmate, yet you fell for Tendou, and you prayed that maybe, it would somehow work out.

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4 months later, and Tendou being your "tutor" was still going strong, and your friendship even stronger. You had brought up meeting with him a few times, and the both of you had even planned it sometimes, but never actually went ahead with those plans. Your schedules never met up, as he had practice and you had a part time job. You grew wary, wondering if you would ever meet your online crush. It was then that you realized you had absolutely no idea of what Tendou even looked like, which meant you could've passed him on the street multiple times without noticing. You would constantly hope that one day he would stroll into the little cafe you worked at and notice you, but that was a far stretch, as he had no idea of what you looked like either. Today was no different. Each time a customer would waltz in, you had hoped that it was Tendou, but it never was. It was currently near closing time, and you had begun sweeping the place while a coworker cleaned the kitchen in the back. It wasn't until you were about to begin putting chairs up that you felt a vibration come from your phone. Taking it out, you look at your notifications and see you had gotten a text from Tendou, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Scanning the text, the happiness you had felt quickly melted into excitement and nervousness.

"I found the place you work at, and I think I see you. Are you the one who's holding a broom?"

Rereading the text a few times to check if you weren't seeing things, you began to grow panicked. Today was an extremely stressful day, and you knew that you looked horrible. Your hair was a mess and you had even cried once due to an overly loud and rude man whose order was messed up, and you knew that the tear stains were still slightly visible. Quickly answering his text with a "come inside then :)" you continued to put chairs up in hopes to distract yourself from the nervousness and panic growing inside you with every passing second. Hearing the door open and the small bell above it chime, you freeze. "Um…are you possibly Y/N?" Turning around slowly, you're met with a tall boy with red hair and tired eyes. He reminded you of a lizard, and you thought he was really cute. Remembering that he had asked you a question, you answered. "Yes I am. Are you Tendou?" His eyes widen, and a smile grows on his face. "Aahhh, I finally get to meet you!" Realizing that he is indeed Tendou, a smile of your own grows on your face, and you couldn't stop yourself from engulfing him in a hug. The hug is cut short however, since you feel a searing pain from where Tendou had wrapped his arms around you. Pulling away, you look into his eyes, and does the same. Realization floods his eyes, and he looks as though he's about to cry. "Well shit, who knew you'd be my soulmate too." You immediately run back into his arms, shedding a few tears into his hoodie as he hugs you as if his life depended on it.

"I guess stuff like this really does happen in real life."

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a/n: HOOOO this took me a while to write, had to start over 3 times 😔 neways, I hope you liked it!

#haikyuu!!#hq tendou #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n

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thomaslightwood · 4 years

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I have to say, I REALLY loathe the math/cor/jam triangle that is forming. apparently it will be james who'll tell cordelia that math is no better than her father (cordelia SHOULD know what she is getting herself into/be cautioned; my issue here is JAMES doing the warning. that's your BEST FRIEND/parabatai, why are you even discussing his issues with someone else, WHERE is lucie, why don't we ever actually get to SEE the strength of a parabatai bond when it's purely platonic etc) and it uncomfortably reminded me of will treating tessa like shit just to corner her later on by confessing that it would break his heart if she married jem. it's that disregard, the selfishness that tries to masquerade as selflessness. cassie said too that the math/grace kiss will be making a comeback and I don't see james reacting gracefully. math is no saint but so far the herondales have had a history of treating their love interest AND parabatai like shit (kit and cecily serving as notable exceptions and no, kit's outburst + his leaving ty is lot more complicated and nuanced than fandom cares to acknowledge bc everyone is so set on infantilising and/or blindly absolving ty instead of acknowledging that they both were put in an impossible situation and fucked up but that's a different discussion lol). bottom line being that I dislike how herondales treat their One True Love and best friend yet it's always the characters around them that end up with the short stick lmao.

Sorry for answering late, I had test and this ask is long and I wanted to give it my full attention.

Also, this is super long so the ask is divid into a few parts.

I have to say, I REALLY loathe the math/cor/jam triangle that is forming. apparently it will be james who'll tell cordelia that math is no better than her father

I dislike this triangle too. A lot.

But I don't see how James is the one who will tell Cordelia about Matthew's issues? Also, James doesn't know anything about Elias. And if he does, it's probably about that he's in prison. I highly doubt James will compare his parabatai, one of his closet people, to a man who can be a criminal just because he's jealous. Besides, he doesn't see Matthew's alcoholic addition as that serious issue - at that time it really wasn't viewed as such. (Also, the Merry Thieves (except Thomas) are minors who regularly drink alcohol in the Devil Tavern - it was something normal at the time and no one view Matthew's drinking as a problem. Cassie explained it once)

(cordelia SHOULD know what she is getting herself into/be cautioned; my issue here is JAMES doing the warning. that's your BEST FRIEND/parabatai, why are you even discussing his issues with someone else, WHERE is lucie, why don't we ever actually get to SEE the strength of a parabatai bond when it's purely platonic etc)

I fee like you're talking about a certain scene where James says something to Cordelia about Matthew but I don't remember such thing. (If there is one, please let me know)

However, I think it's very unfair of you anon to be angry at James for something he hasn't done. Yes, he could, I suppose, but I have never thought he would be the one warning Cordelia for Matthew. I don't know why you think that. (Again, if there is a scene where James talks about Matthew's issues with Cordelia, let me know, I want to read it and decided for myself).

But really, where is Lucie? It makes me sad but I admit - the parabatai bonds so far are very disappointing.

and it uncomfortably reminded me of will treating tessa like shit just to corner her later on by confessing that it would break his heart if she married jem. it's that disregard, the selfishness that tries to masquerade as selflessness.

James and Will's cases are very different and I'm not sure I can compare their situations so I will just leave this with the comment that I really dislike Will and I think he's very problematic character who's issues should be addressed a lot more.

cassie said too that the math/grace kiss will be making a comeback and I don't see james reacting gracefully. math is no saint but so far the herondales have had a history of treating their love interest AND parabatai like shit (kit and cecily serving as notable exceptions and no, kit's outburst + his leaving ty is lot more complicated and nuanced than fandom cares to acknowledge bc everyone is so set on infantilising and/or blindly absolving ty instead of acknowledging that they both were put in an impossible situation and fucked up but that's a different discussion lol).

Ok, I kind of agree that Herondales have such history *looking at Jace and Will*. I just don't remember when Cassie said the kiss will make comeback? But I'm gonna trust you in this one, I doubt that it would so easily dismissed anyway. Also, for James' reaction - I think it depends if he's with the bracelet or not. And he would have the right to not react "gracefully" - from his point of view his parabatai kissed the girl he's in love it. He has no idea Matthew was forced to do it. Hell, even Matthew doesn't know. I think he would has every right to feel betrayed.

Also, I totally agree about what you say about KitTy situation. They both fucked up and no one should take sides - but this really is different discussion, ajaha.

bottom line being that I dislike how herondales treat their One True Love and best friend yet it's always the characters around them that end up with the short stick lmao.

Ajaha, *again, looking at Jace and Will*. Anyway, I kinda agree. That's one of the reason why I don't like Herondales

But we actually still haven't seen James fucked up with his parabatai and love interest so far. (He messed up the things with Cordelia a little but it wasn't his fault.) However, there is still time James to do better and hopefully Cassie won't make him the "typical Herondale".

#james herondale #matthew fairchid #cordelia carstairs #will herondale #herondales #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #my post

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