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ceilings pt2 - san (m)

summary: pe teacher!san x not so single mom!reader. now that san knows about his daughter, he's determined to worm his way into her life. and yours. and maybe your home? or, the one where violet's mom and dad fall in love.

word count: 16.3k (i could say i'm sorry but i'm not)

warnings: SMUT! afab reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving). this is unedited and i am sorry about that

masterlist / part one

"mommy, where's daddy?"

"he's at home, sugar," you answer violet. she's been asking about her dad a lot more lately, considering she now knows that san, her pe teacher, is her father. the two of you told violet the same night that you told san, and at first you worried that was the wrong choice. you were worried this would be too much for violet all at once and she wouldn't understand, so you and san came up with a plan.

you still drove violet to school every day, but she'd come home with san. he'd always bring her back to your house and watch her until you got home. every other night, the two of you would make dinner, or san would treat his girls to whatever they wanted if you were too lazy to cook. on the weekends, he and violet had daddy daughter days where he took her to the park, to birthday parties, friend's houses for playdates, the store...they went anywhere and everywhere together. daddy daughter days were always followed by family fun days where san would spend the night and wake up with you in his arms and violet knocking at the door asking to play. these were his favorites (and yours too) because it was just a glimpse of how wonderful your life as a family could be.

it was so hard for san to leave, though. he hated going back to his empty apartment during the week, and family fun days usually carried over into monday morning. the only thing stopping san from coming back and staying that night, and the next, and the next..the only thing stopping him was you.

you claim you were too afraid of changing violet's schedule so quickly, because san was, in a way, still a stranger to your daughter. you were afraid of doing anything that would hurt violet now or later on in life, so you wanted to take things slow with san. in reality, you were afraid of opening your own life to him. you know he's a great dad, you know you can trust him with violet, but you're afraid of trusting him with yourself. honestly, violet has been handling this great. now it's just you that needs to adjust.

you will say, the only growing pain so far is 1) getting violet to refer to san as mr. choi still at school and 2) getting her to not call him mr. dad at home. other than that, she's loving this whole dad thing. she's got another playmate, a new best buddy, a partner in crime. it's so cool seeing violet and san bond finally, and every day you catch yourself loving them both more and more.

"when we finish dinner, can we call him?" she asks. (she saw him less than an hour ago.)

"as soon as you eat your broccoli," you tell her, and you have to stifle a laugh at the way she rolls her eyes. your little drama queen. she listens though, because she's done with her food in record time. you let her take your phone and call her dad, laughing at the way she's speaking a mile a minute as soon as he picks up.

while violet and san talk, you clean up dinner. you don't have to do much, because san did most of your dishes while he waited for you to get home from work today. you're trying to balance the mess in your fridge and find space for the leftovers when you notice something you don't remember buying. you pull it out and see a handwritten note, from san, telling you he bought your favorite dessert "just because." you're pulling it from the fridge to sneak a couple bites without violet knowing when she appears in the doorway, your phone smooshed between her cheek and her shoulder. squeezed in her hands is san's old pillow, shiber, and she plays with it as she asks, "mommy? can daddy spend the night?"

"huh?" you laugh, recognizing how odd that sentence is. it's just another reminder for you that you need to get comfortable with san being here, being with you, because the longer you wait, the less she gets to see of her dad. you can hear san faintly through the phone, and then violet nods, goes, "mhm, she's right here," then passes the phone to you. "daddy said he wants to talk to you."

"is this the handsome man who left a tiramisu in my fridge this afternoon?" you greet him, and you get butterflies in your stomach when you hear his happy laugh.

"and what if it is?"

"thank you, san."

"of course, m'love," he says like it's nothing. "figured you would like it."

"so what's this i hear about you spending the night?" you ask as you try a bite of the tiramisu. it's sweet and comforting, just like san.

"that was violet's idea, i swear-"

"so you won't admit that you miss me?" you tease.

"will you admit that you miss me?" he gives it right back, and you feel your face flush.

"i do," you nod. "i miss you. if you want to spend the night tonight you can. sorry you had to go home-"

"don't say sorry," he cuts you off. "i'll be there in 20."

-

san is at your house in 15 minutes. he lets himself in, which will never not surprise you, because you're so used to being the only person with a key to your house. while you're recovering from the small heart attack of thinking an intruder was opening the front door, violet comes tearing out of her room screeching for her dad. she's so happy to see him, she jumps into his arms and he has to catch himself on the door to stop from falling. you let them have a moment, content to hang off to the side but san pulls you into his side and places a delicate kiss on your cheek.

"hey," he smiles.

"hello," you squeak, and he squeezes you closer to his side. "you want me to take your stuff to our room?"

"our room?" he asks, his smile growing bigger. "you've never called it that before."

"do you want me to take it or not," you deadpan, trying to will the blush away from your cheeks.

"yeah, you can take my stuff to our room," he emphasizes. "i'll get our daughter ready for bed."

"no!" violet whines. "you just got here!"

"you still have school tomorrow, bug," he tells her, booping her nose. "gotta stick to bedtime, but i'll read you an extra book after your bath. ok?"

"ok," she grumbles, wiggling her way out of his arms so she can stomp off to her room. you and san share a laugh and you turn to take his things, but his firm hand tugging your wrist stops you. he pulls you back to his side, cupping his hand under your chin so he can kiss your lips swiftly.

"you know we can kiss in front of her, right?" you whisper to him, but san shakes his head.

"wanted that one to be just for me and you," he says, his hand slipping from your wrist to playfully pat your ass. "go, i'll get her bath started."

"so pushy," you grumble, but you see san smiling from the corner of your eye as you take his things to your room.

not so long after that, you find your little family cuddled up on violet's bed. you're pushed up against the wall, violet smushed into your side, and san's broad form takes up the rest of the bed. he's reading a book to violet that's putting you and your daughter to sleep, and before you know it you've drifted off. you register a soft kiss to your forehead, the bed shifting a little, and then you fall into the deepest sleep you've had in years.

you wake up the next morning in a similar way, except this time, you feel two pairs of lips kissing you. you open your eyes to violet kissing your cheek and san pulling back from kissing your forehead. they're both dressed for school, and you sit up in a panic, mumbling incoherently.

"shh, baby, go back to sleep," san soothes you. "i'll take violet to school, i reset your alarm so you can rest a little more before you have to leave for work."

"what?" you ask groggily, and san explains that the three of you fell asleep in violet's bed. she woke up before her alarm, which woke san up, and he made their breakfast and packed their lunches while violet got dressed. there was nothing for you to do but sit there confused, a pleasant feeling blossoming in your chest. "i guess i'll see you tonight then?"

"you will," san nods, brushing some hair out of your face. "now please, go back to sleep."

"no," you shake your head, reaching for violet. "goodbye hugs. have a good day at school, sugar."

"i will!" she chirps. "it's a pe day, so i get to eat lunch in daddy's office!"

"ooo, i'm jealous," you say as you let her go. you blow san a kiss as he ushers violet out of her room, and he catches it dramatically and pops it into his pocket. he winks at you before he closes the door, reminding you one last time to rest before he leaves. when you hear the front door close, you let yourself fall back onto violet's pillows, catching the scent of san lingering in the sheets. you could get used to mornings like this.

-

san and violet have a great day at school. as promised, she got to eat lunch in his office, and she felt like the coolest person in the world getting walked back to class by her dad. hand in hand they go back to miss jen's room, meeting the class outside as they take a potty break. violet runs to join her friends, so san stops to say hi to jen.

"we missed you at lunch today," she says. "wooyoung thought you were having a conjugal visit with your wife."

"shut up."

"his words, not mine," she says, putting her hands up. "but violet told me you brought her to school today? is y/n ok?"

"yeah, she's fine," san shrugs. "i just figured she could use the sleep, so i got violet ready and brought her with me this morning."

"you spent the night?" jen wiggles her eyebrows.

"it's not like that," san laughs. "we all slept in violet's bed, no funny business."

"that's fucking cute," jen whispers, her eyes looking over her class to make sure they didn't hear her use a bad word. "things must be going well then!"

"it was violet's idea, me spending the night," san sighs, "but y/n was fine with it, so i guess, yeah, things are great."

"why don't you ask to move in? i know you want to."

"y/n would say no," san shakes his head. "she's not ready for that."

"then we'll make her ready!" jen decides. "i need you two to be madly in love already. i'm living vicariously through you right now."

"if you would just go on a date with wooyoung-"

"stop," jen points a harsh finger in san's face. "we are friends."

"friends who like each other-"

"come on, class, let's go!" jen calls for her kids, and san sticks his tongue out at her as she hurries off. if jen can play matchmaker with him and y/n, then san has every right to get her to realize wooyoung is obsessed with her. he'll bring it up to y/n tonight, see what else they can do.

-

seeing as you and san are trying to figure this whole estranged friends turned lovers turned parents thing out, one thing you struggle with is finding moments just to be a couple together. you and san never dated, really. yes, some of your time in college could constitute as the early stages of a relationship, but that doesn't really count. you're not sure you and san have ever been on a date under the premise of it being a date, but you are absolutely dating. he's your boyfriend, and you're his girlfriend. it feels trivial trying to define what you are to each other considering the circumstances, so you and san barely talk about it. it hasn't come up in a while, actually, but one friday while you're picking violet up from school, san approaches your car with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"hey beautiful," he greets you, leaning down to give you a kiss as yeosang (mr. kang, the librarian) helps violet into her carseat. at the sound of your lips popping apart from san's, yeosang gasps dramatically with violet.

"how dare you do that in public," yeosang shakes his head. "there's children present."

"mommy and daddy kiss all the time," violet tells him, and you all stifle laughs at the disgust in her voice.

"thanks for the help, man," san calls to yeosang as he heads off to grab the next carpooler. san ducks his head back into your car to ask, "what are you doing tonight?"

"hmm, nothing really," you think. "somebody has to help me clean the living room," you say with a glance to violet in the rearview, and she looks around like she can't hear you, "but other than that we're not busy. why?"

"let me take you out," san smiles.

"just me?"

"yep."

"what's our kid gonna do?"

"wooyoung can watch her," san shrugs, and you look at him skeptically. "orrr we could bother jen last minute-"

"she's got a date," you inform him, and san looks sad for a moment. "what's wrong with that?"

"that's gonna kill wooyoung," he sighs. "but whatever. he'll be fine with violet, he handles a third grade class on his own and so far he's only killed a fish."

"what?"

"baby, please," san starts to beg, grabbing one of your hands in his bigger ones and squeezing tight. "i would like to go on a date with you tonight. please say yes."

"of course i'll go out with you sannie," you reply, using your free hand to reach out and push some of his hair out of his eyes. "if you trust wooyoung with violet, then sure. just tell me where to be and when."

"be ready at seven," san smiles so big you're afraid it'll split his face. "i'll pick you up. dress sexy."

"san!"

"mommy, what does sexy mean?"

"sorry," san smiles still, leaning in to kiss you one last time. "see you later. bye bug!"

"bye daddy!"

-

you've always tried to be a good role model for violet, to show her what a strong woman looks like. you're not sure how that's translating tonight though, because you're stressing so much about this date with san that violet, in her little kid ways, is trying to comfort you. first she brought you her favorite stuffie to keep you company while you got ready. while you showered and stressed over your makeup, violet cleaned her toys in the living room without being asked. when she finished that and saw you were still frantic, she just climbed on your bed amidst the piles of clothes and started giving her own advice.

"daddy likes when you have sparkles on your eyes," she suggests, and you know she means glittery eyeshadow. san says it makes your eyes look like the night sky, and it always makes your stomach flip.

"if i wear that eyeshadow, then i need to wear one of these," you say as you hold up your outfit options. "these colors go together best."

"really?" violet scrunches her face up.

"yes? why?"

"that shirt is ugly," she says bluntly, pointing to the hanger in your right hand. "but i don't like that dress either. it's a yucky color."

the "yucky" color was an olive green, which you thought wasn't that bad, but violet had a point. the shirt was ugly now that you looked at it, and if she hated the dress too...

"what do you think i should wear, baby?" you ask as you try to organize the mess on your bed. "you pick."

"mmm, something blue," she says confidently, so you help her look. surprisingly, she puts together an outfit that you really like. violet stands in front of you in the floor length mirror, staring up at you proudly. you lean down to squeeze her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek before telling her this outfit is perfect.

violet looks so pleased with herself as you stand back up and watch her in the reflection. you focus a lot on how violet looks like san, but every once in a while you look at her and get this indescribable feeling of recognition in your chest. she is your daughter through and through, and you love sharing moments like these with her. as you stand there, you quickly notice that same glint of mischief you've seen in san's eyes before as she says, "do you think daddy's gonna call you sexy again?"

-

san comes over early with wooyoung in tow. the first thing he says when he enters your home isn't a hello, a nice to meet you, or anything remotely polite. he looks you dead in the eyes and asks, "why is jen on a date with seonghwa?!"

"excuse me?" you ask, looking from him to your date. san just shrugs before running off to find violet, leaving you all alone to answer wooyoung's interrogation.

"i mean, i've only been in love with her for years and instead of going out with me she picks this guy just because he's new and shiny and annoying.." wooyoung grumbles.

"you're annoying too, man," san says as he enters the room with violet in his arms.

"hi mr. wooyoung," she chirps, and wooyoung smiles warmly at her.

"hey violet! i'm your dad's best friend, so i think you and i will be best friends, too."

"i thought mommy was his best friend," violet pouts, and that sends wooyoung into another rant.

"you can have more than one best friend," you tell your daughter. "mommy has more than one best friend, and nobody is upset about that," you shoot wooyoung a look, and the mom eyes get him to shut up. "also, if you've been in love with jen for years then you've had plenty of chances to ask her out. sorry that seonghwa manned up and did it before you-"

"wooyoung, let me show you where all of vi's stuff is," san cuts in, afraid that you and wooyoung were about to get into a catty argument. you'd be late for your reservation if san let you keep going, so he runs through all the important things for wooyoung as you finish making violet's dinner. you don't hear san join you in the kitchen, too distracted by the sound of wooyoung and violet pretending to be what sounds like fighter pilots in the living room. you jump when san wraps his hands around your waist, sliding under the apron you tied over your dress to keep it pristine while you cooked.

"hey gorgeous," he whispers into your ear, and you feel goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips trail from your ear down the column of your neck and to the exposed skin on your shoulder. he turns you around, hands still firmly around your waist, and he kisses you quickly. against your lips, he whispers, "this dress is gonna kill me."

"you'll be fine," you whisper back, hands rubbing over the crisp black fabric struggling to stay buttoned over his broad chest. you take him in then, the all black outfit making him look so handsome it's almost intimidating. the way his shirt is buttoned all the way to his neck, though...

"what's wrong?" san asks, his thumb rubbing at the crease between your eyebrows. "is my shirt wrinkly?"

"no, you just look like a waiter-"

"y/n," san whines, his hands squeezing your waist. "seriously baby?"

"well it's just," you start, your fingers finding their way to the collar of his shirt. "with all the buttons done up, yes, you look like a - very handsome - waiter. i think it'd look better this this," you mumble, undoing the top few buttons. now it's san's turn to get goosebumps, little tingles traveling across his skin as your fingers brush against his neck. you readjust his collar to show a little more skin, and you smile, satisfied with your work when you notice how flushed he is.

"better?" he asks as he clears his throat, and you nod.

"will you get violet in here? her food is ready."

once violet is set up at the kitchen table with her dinner, you and san start to say your goodbyes. you're running through violet's nighttime routine with wooyoung, and the boys assure you that you'll come home to your daughter in one piece.

"i've watched kids before, y/n," wooyoung says. "violet will be fine."

"you know i'll kick your ass if we come home and she's not," san says, and you hit his arm as violet calls out, "swear jar, daddy!"

"ok, we really need to go," you say. "we're gonna be late-"

"wait!" wooyoung shouts, getting up from the kitchen table with his phone out. "baby's first date. i need to get a picture."

"wooyoung," you groan as san says, "let him, baby. it'll be cute."

so you let wooyoung dramatically take pictures of you and san together, treating this more like senior prom than a date with someone you've known for almost ten years. san is eating this up, but you're trying to fight it. he's wrapping you in his arms, trying to kiss you for the photos, and you can't help it, you become a giggly mess. wooyoung is cooing over you two as he snaps the photos, but your eyes find violet watching from the kitchen. she's smiling, and it almost makes you tear up. you hope violet remembers moments like this as she gets old, and remembers how much you love san and how much he loves you. you want this same kind of love for her, something pure, protective, and so caring. you want this girl's standards so high, because she deserves all the love in the world. you wonder for a moment if you've found that kind of love, and when san calls your name to lead you out the door, you know. the look in his eyes tells you just how loved you are.

-

you and san share a beautiful evening together. san took you into the city to one of your favorite restaurants, and you were spoiled all night. dinner was delicious, the champagne was just strong enough that you're just tipsy but still very aware of how warm san makes you feel, and you share a dessert that you took turns feeding to each other. as far as "first" dates go, this was absolutely perfect.

neither of you wanted to leave, but you knew you had to get home for violet. she's on your mind as you make the short walk back to san's car, and a sign in the distance catches your eye. you turn to san with a twinkle in your eyes and say, "let's get donuts."

"what? baby, aren't you stuffed?" he asks, but you shake your head and grab his hand anyway. you lead the way to the donut shop a few blocks down, san following behind you with a content smile on his face. he'd follow you anywhere, he thinks. hell, if you wanted to run down this street until you ran out of road he'd follow you. he's glad the trek isn't that far though, but he wonders briefly if your shoes will be able to make the walk back to the car.

"violet will be so stoked to have donuts for breakfast tomorrow," you finally explain, and san nods along as you pick out what's left from the day. you're still gripping his hand firmly in yours, so you struggle to reach your purse when it's time to pay. san uses his free hand to take out his wallet, paying before you have a chance.

"still date night, still my treat," he whispers to you before kissing the top of your head. he takes the bag of donuts from the cashier as you both call out your thanks, and san sees you grab a couple napkins before he tugs you out of the store.

"gimme," you reach out for the bag, and san holds it out to you. you search for something, tongue peeking out between your lips in concentration. when you find what you want, you pull it out with one of the napkins, presenting a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles. you take a bite, humming at the sweetness, and then you hold it up in front of san's face. "take a bite, it's really good."

"i'm full my love," he tells you, but you bump the donut into his mouth anyway. when he laughs, you try it again and aim for his open mouth, but he keeps managing to pull away. laughing softly, you come to a stop at a red light, and you decide to address something.

"san? you know i love you right?" you ask, and san looks at you in confusion. "what? you didn't know?"

"no, i knew," he shakes his head. "but, baby, i don't think we've said that to each other before."

"yes we have," you scoff, but san shakes his head again.

"as friends, yeah. but not seriously."

"oh."

"yeah."

"sorry?"

"sorry?" san chuckles, the light turning so you can cross the street. he watches you carefully try to navigate the bumpy crosswalk, and when you look back up at him he sees that you're blushing.

"yeah, i'm sorry i said it like that for the first time," you shrug. "like it wasn't a big deal."

"it's still a big deal," he assures you.

"but that's not how you're supposed to tell someone you love them!"

"i think we just do things differently, baby."

"whatever," you mumble. you're stopped at another light, so you turn to him fully, eyes holding his gaze, and say, "choi san, i love you."

"y/f/n," he replies, "i love you even more."

"oh really?"

"yeah," he nods. "like, way more."

"hmm."

"and you know what?" he asks. you hum in reply, and he continues. "i think your name would sound a loooot better with my last name."

"what?" you stop in your tracks. "are you-"

"i'm not proposing," he laughs. "just flirting, a little bit."

"oh so we're flirting now?" you ask. "then might i say, your ass looks great in those slacks."

"classy," san squeaks out. you're coming up on the street where you parked, and you stop san before he can turn. he's about to ask why, but you just point up toward the buildings ahead. it's a clear night, so you can almost see the stars in the night sky, but the skyline is glittering in front of you so beautifully it takes your breath away. you stand together admiring it, and only when you turn to find san already looking at you do you pull him in the direction of the car.

he unlocks the car from your side, but you stop him before he can leave. you wrap your arms around his neck, lean your face close to his, and whisper, "i love you so much, san." you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his lips, and he boxes you in so you're pressed against the cool metal of the car as he deepens the kiss. you make out for what feels like only a few seconds, but when san finally pulls away you notice you're out of breath.

"let's go home," he whispers, a fire in his eyes you've only seen once before. you've got butterflies in your stomach as san drives home, a firm hand on your thigh the whole way. you're watching him the whole drive, and san tries to focus on the road. he steals glances as much as he can, and when you get close to your house you start to get antsy. you place your hand on his, pushing it ever so slightly farther up your leg, and san's other hand is gripping the wheel so hard he's afraid it'll snap. he speeds the final few minutes back to your house, and as soon as the car is off he's grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. your hands start at his shoulders and slowly make their way down...and then there's a buzzing sound coming from somewhere. you want to pull away and look for the phone, but san holds you tightly in place. you have to speak directly into his mouth to ask, "who is it?"

"who cares?" san mumbles back into your lips. he keeps kissing you, and the buzzing dies out. but then you feel your purse start to vibrate by your feet, and you push san away with a pop as his lips disconnect from yours, his mouth still pursed and eyes closed like he doesn't believe you actually pushed him away. you reach for your phone, mumbling about how it could be an emergency, and when you show him that it's wooyoung, you think you've been vindicated. you answer and ask quickly, "is violet alright?"

"i'm not getting paid for you two to make out in your driveway," wooyoung replies, and your head falls back with a sigh.

"you're not getting paid at all, wooyoung."

"what?!"

"thanks man!" san shouts into your phone. "totally ruined the moment!"

"good!" wooyoung shouts back. "i'm bitter! and bored! come inside!"

"i'm gonna punch him," san tells you as you collect your things. he's out of the car before you and rushes to open your door.

"you are not," you roll your eyes. "just get him out of the house quickly, please."

"fine," san grumbles as you get your keys out to unlock the door. wooyoung is faster though, tearing the door open with a big smile on his face.

"welcome home lovebirds," he greets you with a sweep of your arms. you almost gasp when you see your house, because it's cleaner than you've maybe ever seen it. you look to wooyoung in shock, and he shrugs. "told you, i was bored. violet's been asleep for about two hours, so i needed something to do."

"you cleaned my house," you say in disbelief, peeking around corners and seeing things neatly put away, blankets folded, dishes washed and dried. you turn to wooyoung and say, "i think i might love you."

"whoa," san jumps in. "let's not say things we don't mean."

"whatever," you say, still looking around in surprise. "wooyoung i take back anything bad i ever said about you."

"you said bad stuff about me?" he pouts, and you remind him, "jen? not asking her out when you're both obviously into each other?"

"you think jen's into me?" wooyoung asks, and it's his turn to be shocked.

"he's never gonna leave now," san sighs as he comes up behind you and tucks his head onto your shoulder. "i've told you that before, man."

"yeah, but you're not a reliable source," wooyoung chides. he's about to say something else, but you cut him off.

"listen, i'd be happy to tell you how in love jen is with you, but maybe another time," you say, trying to use the mom eyes on wooyoung again to get him to leave. it seems to work, because he looks between you and san with a knowing look in his eyes.

"right, right, you two probably wanna get busy," he nods, and you feel san groan rather than hear it. "i'll leave you to it, violet was telling me how she wants a baby brother-"

"alright man, i'll see you later," san says as he detaches from you and pushes wooyoung toward the door. you watch them bicker a little before san shoves his friend outside and closes the door softly after. he leans against it and sighs, eyes reopening to find you watching him. "c'mere."

you saunter over to him, hands cupping his chin as you place a chaste kiss to his lips. you think if you step back and head for your room he'll follow you, but instead he grabs you by the hips and spins you around so you're pressed against the door. he makes sure there's no space between you, your chest pressed to his and his hips slotted over yours as he leans down for another kiss. he slowly trails his lips down your chin, across your neck, and stops right where your collarbone dips down slightly. he sucks a kiss into your skin, relishing in the way your breath catches as you try to stay quiet. he stays there, biting and kissing at your neck, and you reach up with a shaky hand to snake your fingers through his hair. you pull him off of you, a sounds close to a growl coming from deep within san's chest. you stare into his eyes, that flame still flickering from before.

"let's go to our room," you say breathlessly, and san nods. before you can stop him, he's scooping you up in his strong arms and carrying you to the bedroom, a squeal dying on your lips as he kisses you harder. he's able to kick the door closed before he tosses you down on the bed. you watch as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the ground, and you giggle.

"somebody's eager," you tease, and san groans.

"been waiting too long for this, damn right i'm eager," he mumbles as he crawls on top of you. he kisses you again, and this time it's messier, more teasing, and it takes you back to the first time you and san were in this position. you remember how he made you feel like your skin was on fire, and you feel that same way now. he breaks away from you and just stares, which starts to weird you out.

"earth to sannie?" you whisper. "what are you doing?"

"admiring you?" he smiles. "sorry, i got distracted."

"you got distracted staring at me?"

"yeah?"

"you're sickening," you tell him before kissing him again. this time, you wrap your legs around his hips and flip him over so you're straddling his lap. san has that same dopey look on his face from a second ago, so you decide to do something that will break this sappy haze he seems to be in. "so i was going to take my dress off, but i'm not wearing much underneath it..."

"baby," he whines, holding your hips and kind of kicking around like he's having a tantrum. "why didn't you tell me that sooner?"

"we never would've left," you answer, and he shuts up. you lean down to kiss him, and over his lips you tell him, "and if we hadn't gone on our perfect date, i wouldn't have told you i loved you," you kiss him, "and knowing you, if we had stayed home, this would've been faster," kiss, "more frantic," kiss, "and what's the fun in that? we took our time getting here. why don't we enjoy it?"

"exactly," san growls, using his hands on your hips to pull you closer to the tent in his pants. you gasp at the friction, so san moves your hips again, and again, as he says, "we've waited this long. i don't want to wait anymore, just wanna make love to you."

"oh you do?" you ask as your hands find the buttons on his shirt. you trail kisses across his jawline as you undo his shirt, sitting up to admire his broad chest as your hands slide under the fabric and push it away. san refuses to let go of you, so you leave his shirt hanging off his shoulders as you trace over every freckle, every line, every curve of his chest. your hands trail lower, reaching the waistband of his pants, and san grabs both of your hands in one of his to stop you.

"take your dress off," he says lowly, and you feel his words in the pit of your stomach.

"not fair," you pout, but he shakes his head.

"wanna see you," he says, already breathless. his hands find the hem of your dress, fingers tracing along your skin and sending goosebumps across your thighs. he helps you push the skirt of the dress up, and he lets out a hiss of breath when he sees your panties, almost the same shade of blue as the dress. you keep pulling the fabric up and over your body, and san moans softly when he sees you weren't wearing a bra. "baby, you're gonna be the death of me."

"told you there wasn't much underneath," you laugh as you pull his hands from their slow ascent up your legs. you bring them to your chest to cup your boobs, and san sighs at the soft feeling. you lean back down over him, replacing your mouth on his. you make out like that for a while, san getting lost in the feeling of having you this way again. he doesn't know how he went years without this. he curses himself for all the lost time, but he smirks into your mouth as he thinks of all the ways he can make up for it in the future. you feel the shift in his features, so you pull back and ask, "what are you thinkin about?"

"about how much i love you?" he tries, and you don't fall for it. he squeezes your chest as he admits, "thinkin about all the ways i wanna have you this weekend."

"have me?" you tease him, and he nods. "what's the first one?"

"want you to ride me."

"you sure? we made a baby like that the last time," you tell him as you unbutton his slacks anyway. you're both impatient, so you don't even try to get his pants off, just low enough for you to cup the bulge in his boxers before you pull those down too. his cock springs free, and you spit in your hand before wrapping your fist around it. you stroke him a few times, even though it's not necessary. san might be harder than he's ever been right now, but you can't help it. he's moaning beneath you so beautifully, you get lost in the sound until he moans out your name.

"y/n, please," he groans. "just sit on it, please. need to feel you, baby."

"what if i wasn't ready?" you ask, but you pull your panties to the side anyway.

"could feel you soaking my pants," san smirks. "can't be cocky when i know exactly how bad you want me, baby."

"shut up," you mumble, trying to focus on guiding his tip to your entrance. you feel his tip against you and you hiss, you forgot how big he was. you lower yourself on his cock, moaning softly as san holds onto your hips for dear life to keep from bucking up into you. he waits for you to settle in his lap, no space left between you, and then he lets out a deep breath.

"feels so good, y/n," he sighs. "like your pussy was made for me."

"i need a minute," you tell him, and he rubs soothing circles into your skin.

"take your time my love," he says. your eyes are screwed shut, genuinely not used to feeling this full, and san reaches a hand up to your face to soothe the tension away. his other hand travels to your core, swiping through the arousal dripping from you so he can drag his finger up to your clit. he draws lazy circles around it, tapping over the bundle so softly. if you weren't so desperate for his touch, maybe you wouldn't be jerking at each little movement, but it's helping you relax.

you feel ready to move, and you place your hands over san's stomach for leverage as you pull off of him, leaving just the tip in. san's going crazy, he's trying to hard to go at your pace, to let you take your time, but he's losing that battle fast. he watches as you bounce above him, cupping your chest and focusing on your nipples so he doesn't put all his attention on how bad he wants to fuck up into you, to make another baby with you. he wants to enjoy this, like you said, he wants to take it slow if that's what you want, but god, he wants so much more.

"how do you feel baby?" he asks, and you whimper in response. that alone could kill a weaker man, he thinks, but the way you're gripping around his cock, how warm you are, how beautiful you sound, he's not going to last long. you put the final nail in his coffin when you whine out, "you feel so good sannie, missed you, missed your cock..."

san can't take it anymore, he grabs onto your hips again and slams you down onto his cock. he holds you there for a second, letting you feel every inch of him as you squirm in his lap, and just when he thinks you're about to tap out he grinds into you. you didn't think he could get deeper, but you can feel him in your gut. he pulls you up and guides you back down, and he does this a few more times before you finally gasp out, "'m close, sannie, 'm gonna come-"

and that's all he needs to hear. he holds you in place above him, braces himself from below, and starts fucking up into you. he's been waiting for this, god he's waited for this, and he wants to ingrain everything into his memory. the way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel. it's overwhelming, and he can't help it, he starts to come, fucking his load into you as he tries to get you to your own high. he brings his hand back to your clit, and you're gasping above him, coming so hard you think you see stars. san lets you catch your breath above him, his cock still buried deep inside you. he's also afraid that if you move, all his come will leak out, and selfishly, he doesn't want that to happen. he felt his heart skip an excited beat at the idea of having another kid with you, so he's happy to sit and wait until you're ready to move.

"fuck," you whisper as you start to separate from him. "fuck, that felt really good."

"and to think, you deprived yourself of that for so many years," san says with a shit eating grin. you pinch his chest as you get up, but he takes you by surprise and pins you down before you can leave the bed. "where ya goin?"

"to shower?" you reply, and san smirks above you.

"who said i was done lovin you though?"

-

san wakes up the next morning and immediately puts his arms out to find you. he sighs happily as he pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his head into your hair. he takes a deep breath in, thinking not for the first time that he would be happy staying like this for years. he doesn't know how you expect him to leave once this weekend is over, condemned to come and go just to end up at his lonely apartment each night. he understands why you both decided on this set up, but he hates it. he'll just have to find a way to convince you that you'd be miserable without san here 24/7, and he thinks he's got a good idea to start.

you'd think the three rounds last night would be enough for any regular man, but not san. now that he's had you again he can't help himself. even holding you and feeling your warm breath hit his chest has him shifting to accommodate the growing problem beneath the sheets. he has no idea how he was able to wait years to fuck you, because he can't imagine waiting another second right now. he slowly rolls you back onto your pillow, hoping he won't wake you just yet. he makes sure you're comfortably laid back and then he pushes the sheets away, crawling down until his face is level with your bare stomach.

he leaves light kisses across your skin, starting above your bellybutton and trailing down. he sucks a couple hickeys on the skin of your hips, tracing his thumbs over the reddened marks in satisfaction. you begged him not to leave too many marks last night, but he looks up proudly and sees the result of your lost fight. there's only one or two spots on your neck, but your collarbone and your chest are a different story. san wants you to know you're his, finally his, so if he has to leave daily love bites on your skin to remind you, he will. happily.

he kisses one of the marks on your hips now, licking the skin just to taste you. he feels himself get excited at the thought of really tasting you, and he continues his descent down to your core. he thought about this as you were falling asleep last night, but he's never really seen your pussy. the few times you've had sex, there were just other things on his mind, so now that he can, san takes his time admiring you. he uses his thumbs to pull your lips apart, moaning softly at the sight of his come dripping out of you or dried on your skin. he leans in and places a kiss over your clit, and your legs jerk, but you stay otherwise still. that won't do, san thinks, so he delicately traces your entrance, collecting some of the wetness that's still pouring from you, and strokes your clit. he licks over it carefully, wanting to savor this moment.

his ears perk up as he hears you start to whimper, so he cups his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks ever so slightly. his fingers trail back to your entrance, dipping in just so, and he sets a steady rhythm of playing with your clit and easing his fingers into your core. he's focused on his work, determined to make you feel good, but he wants more. he switches his fingers up to your clit, your wetness helping them glide over you easily. he kisses down your pussy until he gets to your entrance and dips his tongue in. you stir again, so san repeats his movements, determined to wake you up. he loses himself at the taste of you, and when he thinks about last night, how many times he came inside you, he moans into your core. he's getting impatient, his senses drowning in you. all he can feel is you, all he can taste is you, all he hears is you calling his name...wait-

"sannie, fuck," you gasp above him, your hands pulling at his hair to get him away from your sensitive core, but he holds strong. you try to use your thighs to squeeze his head and push him away, overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips on your pussy, but he reaches up and holds your legs apart so he can eat you like a man starved. now that you're awake, he doesn't have to keep quiet. he's drunk on your pussy, moaning and slurping obscenely, mumbling about how good you feel, how good you taste, how he wants to make you feel good. you can't help it, you start to come, gasping above him trying to take a deep breath. san feels you tighten around his tongue, but he keeps going. he keeps eating your pussy like he'll never get the chance again, and your sleepy haze mixed with the way he's making you feel has your vision spotty and your mind in a haze. he gets you to come again soon after, and you finally whine his name loud enough for him to look up at you, his mouth lazily teasing you as you exhale, "well. good morning."

"morning baby," he smiles, your arousal all over his chin. you whine, and he strokes your thighs comfortingly as he asks, "can you give me another one? still hungry."

"we have donuts."

"they're not as sweet as you," he insists, diving back in. you can't keep up with him, your senses so overloaded with san that you're begging for something but you don't know what. san works you up to another release before giving you a break, crawling up your body and trailing kisses the whole way. you try slapping his chest, but the movement is so weak it only makes him laugh. "what are you doing, love?"

"trying to hit you," you reply. "i'd kick you but i don't think my legs work."

"good, i did my job then," san says happily. he collapses on top of you, and you blush at the feeling of the mess between your legs. with san's chin on your chest, staring at you so content, you flick his nose and he bursts into laughter. "what was that for?!"

"for being perfect. and for turning me into a shell of a woman. i can't move, seriously."

"need me to help you into the shower, doll?"

"no," you shake your head. "i don't trust what you'd do in there."

"nothing out of the ordinary," he smirks, and you flick his nose again. he moves quick, biting your finger before you can move away, and you squeal. with your finger between his teeth he asks, "so? shower?"

"if you can carry me, then yeah," you give in. san pulls himself out of bed, easily lifting you from the bed as you raise your arms to wrap around his neck. he places you delicately on the bathroom counter, laughing with you as you squeal over the cold marble. he runs a bath for you, insisting that if your legs don't work you shouldn't be standing in the shower. he helps you into the warm water once it's ready, and you assume he's going to join you but instead he turns back to your room. "baaabyyy," you whine, and he's in the doorway immediately.

"what's wrong? was it too much? are you sore?" he asks in worry, but you shake your head and make grabby hands for him in response. he smiles as he comes closer, holding your hands in his as he asks, "are you always this needy after sex?"

"yep," you reply. "get used to it. and get in the tub with me."

"can't," san sighs, dipping down to give you a kiss anyway. "i'm getting dressed and then checking on our daughter."

"she's probably still asleep," you say as you lay your head on the cool porcelain edge of the tub.

"then i won't be gone long," san tells you before ducking back out of the bathroom. you keep your head on the tub though, admiring him from afar. you love having him here, you think. you wonder if he'd be ok with staying longer than just a weekend.

-

while san took care of violet, you got an idea. you enjoyed the rest of your bath, but as soon as you were dressed you got down to business.

you were buried amongst boxes, piles of clothes, and shoes you'd never wear when san and violet come looking for you. you hear violet run into your bedroom calling for you with san right behind her, not sure if you were decent or not. when they don't see you in the bedroom, san peeks into the bathroom as vi goes for your closet, and she giggles when she sees you on the floor.

"mommy, what are you doing?" she asks, kneeling down in the mess anyway.

"i'm cleaning out my closet, bug," you answer. you push a box toward her and say, "call for your dad, i want him to look through those."

"i'm right here," san appears, popping his head through the door. he looks at you quizzically, then decides to go with it and kneel next to violet.

"i'm cleaning out my closet," you repeat. "i want you to go through that box next to vi, that's all of her work from preschool. you can keep any of it that you want."

"really?"

"yeah, we've got plenty of it around the house, and i've basically made wallpaper out of it for my office, so i figured you might like some," you shrug.

"thank you baby," he smiles, dimples on full display. you watch fondly as he settles on the ground, violet climbing into his lap almost as a reflex. they sit together and go through everything, violet giving commentary on what she remembers and calling on you to explain what she doesn't. you're constantly in motion, trying to organize your clothes and make piles of what you can donate. you turn to your family every so often for opinions, violet giving it to you straight when she thinks something is ugly, and san being no help at all. he just says you'll look great in whatever you're holding up, and borders on compliments too vulgar for your daughter to hear. it's a good thing violet knows how to speak her mind, because with her brutal honesty and a good idea of what clothes will drive san insane, you're left with the perfect amount of clothes.

you won't take any outside input on which shoes to donate, though. that's a personal decision for you, and san is smart enough to stay out of it. violet, on the other hand, picks up her favorite shoes and tries them on, laughing with glee when she trips and san has to dive to catch her. she asks if she can keep some of the shoes for herself, but knowing how expensive they are, you try to find nice ways to tell her to back off. san promises to buy her "mommy shoes" and that seems to satisfy her, but now she's bored and wants to go play. you shoot san a sympathetic glance as he's pulled out of the closet by your hyperactive kid, and then you're alone. you step back and look at the space you were able to clear, and you think that should be enough for san's things. you can always use the hall closet if he needs more space, but he's a man, how many clothes does he need?

"hey," he whispers from behind you, making you jump. you would turn around to talk to him, but he wraps his arms around you and sways your bodies from side to side as he informs you, "i got her set up with a movie. i love that girl, but i needed a break."

"thank you for giving me the morning to myself," you tell him, leaning your head back on his shoulder. you turn to place a kiss on his jaw, whispering against his skin, "you're so wonderful to me. and to violet. we're very lucky ladies."

"and i'm a lucky man," he responds. his eyes fall to the pile of violet's work on the floor, and he separates from you to pick it up. he shows you the stack and says, "got enough for my apartment and my office. there's not much left in the box, though."

"that's fine," you brush it off. "i needed the space in here, so."

"hey, did you eat this morning?" san asks while he tucks violet's work into his duffel bag. when he stands up fully he points an accusing finger at you. "i wore you out twice and you haven't eaten, that's not good for your health."

"you're not good for my health," you scoff. "last time i was this sore was after labor."

"sorry," san says sheepishly. he reaches for your hand and tugs you toward the door. "come on, let's get you some food and then hang with violet. i put on one of your favorites."

-

the rest of the weekend passes by in complete bliss. it's like that night with san bridged any gaps that timing and poor decisions might have created between you, and you've never felt more in love or more like a family than you do right now. but there's a pit in your stomach as you sit with san and violet at the dinner table, knowing that san needs to go back to his apartment tonight. he didn't pack any work clothes, so he really needs to leave, but he so doesn't want to. he wonders how many more weeks he can get by with going to his place just long enough for you to miss him and call him back home. meanwhile, you're wondering how you can inconspicuously get jen and wooyoung to help move san's things to your house on such short notice. san checks the time, and you feel the pit in your stomach tear open as he stands to leave.

"alright girls," he sighs, putting his dishes in the sink. "i guess i gotta go. need to get ready for the week."

"i'll miss you daddy," violet pouts, and san mimics her with a pout of his own.

"i'll miss you even more bug, you have no idea."

you stand and clear your own plate as violet sadly pushes her peas around with her fork, and you catch san staring at her from the doorway. "what's wrong, san?"

"i don't wanna go," he admits. his voice is so quiet you can barely hear him, but he can't say it any louder. it hurts leaving you two, and san isn't sure how many more trips he can take before his heart just kicks it.

"then don't go," you shrug. "move in with us."

"are you serious?" san asks, a smile slowly breaking across his face. he takes two steps and he's in front of you, hands on your waist, asking you again, "are you serious?"

"yeah," you nod. "violet? what do you say? should daddy stay here forever?"

"and ever?!" she adds, making san laugh, a happy squeaky sound that sends your heart soaring.

"i'll stay forever and ever and then some," he agrees. he pulls you into the tightest hug known to man, spinning you around the kitchen as he whispers to you, "this is finally happening."

"it took us long enough, right?" you whisper back, gripping onto his shirt. you squeal as san pushes you off balance, and you realize he's trying to move you toward the kitchen table. he lets go of you long enough to lift violet into his arms and smush her between you both, and then the spinning continues.

"my girls," he smiles proudly. "i love my girls."

-

that monday at work, san feels like superman. he woke up with your head on his chest, he ate breakfast with his girls, and he had a sing along in the car with violet as he drove her to school. he put works of violet art up in his office (and a couple on the gym bulletin board, she was very embarrassed), and he walked violet to her classroom before carpool started so he could tell jen the good news.

"hey violet!" jen greets her, and violet runs up to give her a hug. "how was your weekend?"

"good!" violet replies. "daddy spent the night, and then mommy told me he was staying forever and ever, and then this morning i saw mommy and daddy naked wrestling-"

"she saw you what?" jen hisses, and san has to look embarrassed.

"um, yeah, i wanted to celebrate my first morning moved in, so...we forgot to lock the door, and...yeah. it's been a long morning at the choi household," san explains, and jen pushes his arm surprisingly hard.

"so you moved in?!"

"kind of?" san rubs the spot jen basically punched. "y/n asked me to move in last night, so we filled our cars with some of my stuff and brought it to the house. i'll really move in this weekend."

"well, if you need me and wooyoung to help, you know where to find us," jen offers.

"you and wooyoung?" san wiggles his eyebrows, and jen nods eagerly.

"yep, we're an item now. you and y/n aren't the only ones who did some naked wrestling this weekend."

"please don't say that," san groans, and thankfully, the bell rings to alert teachers to their stations. san stoops down to kiss violet's forehead as he says goodbye, and he rushes off to his carpool spot. he hears jen say as he leaves, "violet, you need to knock before you go into mommy and daddy's room..."

-

you have to admit, living with san is bliss. you didn't know how easy it could be having someone else around to take care of violet, and you especially didn't know how nice it would be to have someone around to take care of you. san was quick to show his love with actions and words, and all he asked for in return was your time. if he had his way, he'd spend every second of every day with you and violet. it hurts to watch you leave for work in the mornings, and it hurts him again when he parts from violet at school. at home, he's always attached to one of you. some nights he's lucky, and he gets you both.

tonight, san stopped by the store for you on the way home because you needed some last minute things for dinner. san got what you needed, plus some wine he knew you'd like, and he got violet her favorite ice cream without her even asking. he had everything ready for you when you got home, and since violet helped get the ingredients she wanted to help cook, too. san always stays in the kitchen with you as you fix dinner, because he likes to clean up after you as you go. he claims it's efficient, but it's also a chance for you to catch up on your days. you're happy to have violet with you tonight, but it did ruin one of your mom secrets.

"what can i help with, mommy?" she asks once she's set up next to you, standing on her tippy toes on top of her step stool.

"you can help me tear the spinach to go into the spaghetti," you show her how to do it, and she copies your actions with a frown on her face.

"what's wrong bug?" san asks, given up on the dishes. he just wants to watch you and violet work together.

"where's the 'pinach going?"

"into the sauce, baby," you answer her. "i always put it into the sauce, it's yummy."

"do i like 'pinach?"

"you like it in spaghetti."

eating dinner together is one of san's favorite things, too. he loves the conversations that come out of violet, and he feels so privileged to see her personality growing and maturing before his eyes. she's an incredible kid, and san reminds you constantly that you did a phenomenal job raising her. you insist that his genes made her an angel to begin with, and that makes san blushy and shy enough to change the subject. he starts to ask you about a work thing, so there's no attention on violet for a moment. she starts giggling though, and when you turn back to her you see that she's slurped noodles so quickly that there's sauce all over her face. it reminds you of a similar mess when she was a baby, so you show san pictures and videos of baby vi that have his stomach doing flips. he asks you to send him those, and you do as he says while he and violet start to clear your plates.

you move into the living room to get ready for one of your favorite shows. it's coming back after a hiatus, so you made it clear this morning you didn't care what san and violet did as long as you got to watch. what you didn't expect was for san to come in from the kitchen with violet in his arms, dumping her down on top of you in a giggly pile. san leaves to grab your favorite blanket and takes his time tucking it around you and vi before he slides in next to you, intertwining his legs with yours and pulling you so your head will lay on his chest. he wraps his arms around you and violet, and sighs happily when he's all done.

"whatcha doin?" you turn your head to his as he flips through the channels, looking for your show.

"we're watching this show together?" he says like it's obvious. "violet told me there's cool stunts."

"and the old guy is funny!" she adds.

"see? cool stunts and a comedic grandpa, i'm sold," san says, kissing the top of your head as the show starts.

"ok, but no talking until the commercial breaks," you mumble, pulling san's arm further around your shoulders so you can hold his hand over your chest.

"is that the old guy?" san asks a minute later.

"baby," you whine. "i said no talking!"

"i have to go potty," violet says a few minutes after that, climbing over the pile of her parents. san watches her go then turns to you, calling your name.

"sannie, please, it's almost a commercial-"

"i want another one," he whispers excitedly, and you look confused for a second before it clicks.

"another kid?" you confirm, and he nods eagerly. "right now? i don't think we have time-"

"no baby," he chuckles. "just. whenever. but sooner rather than later, please. i want at least three, so-"

"three?!" you shriek. "that's a lot of kids for me to push out of my-"

"daddy, can i have some ice cream?" violet asks as she returns from the bathroom.

"of course baby," he responds, sliding his limbs from under and around you slowly. he comes back with violet quickly, and she plops down next to you with san on her other side. they eat in silence, which you're thankful for since your show is back on, but san calls your name and you stifle a groan. you look up to find him holding a spoonful of ice cream out for you, and you let him feed it to you with a soft look in his eyes. he wipes a dribble from the side of your mouth, presenting his finger to you. he tells you with his eyes to taste that next, and as you stare up at him and suck on his finger, you feel your skin erupt in goosebumps. you let go of his finger with a pop and then basically hide under the blanket until the show is over.

as the credits roll, you look to san and see violet curled up in his side, the empty ice cream tub long forgotten. san's carefully stroking violet's back, and when he catches you staring he reaches a hand out for you. you grab it, bringing his knuckles to your lips so you can kiss each one before speaking. against his skin, you whisper, "i'm ready to have another kid with you. but let's start with one, ok?"

-

agreeing to have another kid with san might have been a bad idea. if you thought he was all over you before, now he really can’t keep his hands off you. it's a sisyphean task getting him out of bed in the morning. he grabs onto whenever you pass each other in the house, stealing kisses that he hopes will lead to more. he's rushing through bedtimes with violet so you can have more "mommy daddy time" in violet's words. it's so bad even your kid has noticed! but....you're not complaining. you pretend to hate it, you pretend to resist just to give in later, but really you're eating this up. a match made in heaven, you two!

after a particularly active morning, you decided to work from home for the day. you were feeling under the weather anyway, so it was nice having the option. especially on days like today when san forgets his lunch. he called you about an hour into his day in a panic, already whining that he was going to starve to death. you roll your eyes but listen intently before offering to bring it to him. halfway through the call you found his lunchbox looking lonely in the fridge, so you were happy to spend your lunch break doing something for san. before you head out, you tear off a paper towel and write him a little note like you do when you pack violet's lunch, and then you're out the door.

san said he would be in his office, so you park in the teacher lot and make the short walk to the gym. it's its own building behind the school, so it's quiet as you make your way to san. your footsteps echo on the wooden floor, and an eager san slides out of his office in his desk chair. like an excited puppy, he jogs to meet you halfway and wraps you in a hug, peppering kisses over your face along with whispered thanks.

"what would i do without you, baby?" he asks.

"starve, apparently," you tease, pinching his cheek. "so i guess i'll see you at home?"

"eat lunch with me," he begs, not giving you a chance to answer. he takes the lunchbox in one hand and wraps his other around your waist, leading you to his office. he sits in the rolling chair and walks it back over to his desk while you stand at the door. "you waitin for an invite, doll? get in here."

"where do i sit?" you ask, semi-distracted by the way san has decorated his office. your heart warms seeing so much of violet's work in here, and you blush as you notice the pictures san has printed of you and violet to tack up along with her art. san hasn't replied, so you turn to find him patting his lap with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and you just laugh at him. "i'll stand."

"at least stand closer to me," he whines. "so far away over there."

you sigh, but walk to his desk anyway. you hop up so you're sitting on the one space free of junk, but that puts you directly in front of san. he opens your legs slightly, and you feel your heart rate spike, but he just scoots closer and starts unpacking his lunch. you watch as he focuses on tearing his sandwich equally, his tongue caught between his teeth as he works. you take this time to snatch his chips, feeding one or two to san as he searches for a napkin to wrap your sandwich in. he finds the note you stuffed in there and smiles, a blush creeping over his cheeks as his dimples appear.

"what's this?" he asks in a squeaky voice.

"reminder of how much i love you," you shrug.

"i love you too," san says happily as he straightens the napkin. "thanks for bringing my lunch."

"you said that already."

"well let me thank you another way?" he asks, his hands drifting to your knees and sliding up your thighs. you try to close your legs, pushing him off, but his grip is stronger than yours.

"san, there's kids here."

"so? we're trying to make one-"

"sannie!" you hiss. "no! not at school."

"but no one's gonna be anywhere near the gym for another thirty minutes!"

"what about wooyoung? or jen? don't they come check on you when you don't eat lunch in the teacher's lounge?"

"they can deal," san says, leaning down to trail kisses up your leg. as much as you want to, and god you want to, you can't. not here. so you use your foot to catch the rolling chair and push san back. he thuds into his bulletin board with an "oof!" and you laugh as you hop down. "what are you doing? come back here-"

"ah, i'll see you at home," you tell him. you're almost to the door when he catches up with you, holding onto your waist like his life depends on it.

"just one kiss before you go," he whispers, and you feel yourself nodding before you can say no. he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, moaning as he slides his hands around to grip your ass, but you grab his hands and pull them off of you. you give him one last kiss and then you step back, pointing a finger at him as you say, "you are trouble, mr. choi."

"and you're sexy, mrs. choi," he smirks, watching you leave.

"not your missus!" you shout back, turning to catch him still watching you walk away. he waves teasingly, blowing a kiss that you catch and place over your heart. "i'll see you at home, you crazy man."

-

san tried using the rest of his lunch to plan, but you were right - jen and wooyoung came to find him before lunch ended, so it's really a good thing you didn't take up his offer to fuck in his office. wooyoung makes himself at home, playing with some of the loose equipment as jen asks why san didn't show for lunch.

"i forgot my lunch, so y/n had to bring it to me," he explains, and wooyoung gasps.

"you had sex in here!" he shouts, pointing an accusing finger at san.

"no, we didn't," san sighs. "but i wanted to."

"y/n said no?" jen asks, and san nods. "of course she was the voice of reason."

"what do you both want?" san asks. "shouldn't you be with your classes right now?"

"there's an assembly after lunch, so they're the vp's responsibility," wooyoung smiles evilly. "so you didn't even get some head while y/n was here?"

"wooyoung!" jen shrieks, and he shuts up. "sorry he's disgusting."

"i'm more sorry for you, you're dating the guy," san teases, and jen blushes. "so you both came here to bother me? no other reason?"

"i suspected you had a visit from the milf, so i came to get the low down on that," wooyoung replies.

"and if y/n was here i wanted to talk to her," jen says. "i need to have one conversation with someone sane today."

"you're talking to me!" san says, and jen laughs. "ouch."

"whatever man," wooyoung says as he walks toward the door. "if you're gonna lie and say nothing happened here, then i'm outie 5000."

"actually, i do want to tell you something," san starts nervously. "it's nothing saucy, but i think i need your help. both of you."

"anything," jen says, and wooyoung nods in agreement.

"great," san smiles. "well, uh, i think i'm going to propose to y/n..."

-

there's a daddy daughter dance at the end of the week. san, of course, will be taking violet. that means you need to go shopping! violet needs a new dress, and san has to buy a shirt that matches. violet chose a light purple, her favorite, and insisted on you getting something that color, too. since you were just spending the night at home, you tried to buy a light purple pajama set, but san vetoed it. he made you pick out a dress of your own despite you saying you won't wear it but for five minutes.

"but now we have a family outfit," san smiles. "we can wear it all the time."

"violet, your dad is embarrassing," you say to your daughter, and she nods.

"whatever," he sighs, taking the clothes from you and violet anyway. "i'm just excited to do family stuff with you."

"is family stuff like mommy daddy stuff?" violet asks, and you let san handle that one. you've stopped at the jewelry section, wondering if you can find a necklace for violet to wear. you play with the charm around your neck now, the heart necklace violet gave you. as you're spinning the display around, you hear two sets of footsteps come up behind you.

"whatcha doin mommy?" violet asks, tugging on your hand. you pick her up and point to one of the necklaces, answering, "trying to find something that matches your new dress. do you like this?"

"ooo, yes," she nods at the flower charm you're showing her. "can daddy have one too?"

"not sure that's my style, bug," san squints at the necklace.

"and it's a kid size, it wouldn't fit around your beefy neck," you point out. you look around and your eyes light up as they fall on what you're looking for. you grab violet's necklace and head to a display of rings, holding the necklace up to find something that goes with it. "daddy can wear a ring to match with you at the dance. how's that sound vi?"

you get an enthusiastic yes from her, so the three of you look quietly for a moment. san holds something up and asks what you think, but you shake your head.

"that's too dainty for you," you say.

"for you," san corrects. "do you like it for you?"

"hmm," you inspect the ring, and shake your head. "no, i think i prefer gold jewelry."

"what about this?" san holds up another ring, and you like this one. it's a simple gold band with a purple gem set on a raised back, but you nod and offer san your left hand since violet is currently occupying your other arm. san slides the ring onto your ring finger, but it won't get past your knuckle. san tries his best, but it won't budge, and you can't help but laugh. "hmph. you have chubby fingers."

"hey!" you whine, "that's what having a kid does to you. parts of your body are never the same again."

"really?" san asks. "i never knew that."

"yeah, there's a lot of weird stuff that happens with pregnancy," you shrug. "but i got used to it."

"you'll have to tell me everything soon," san says, cupping your head to pull you in for a forehead kiss. he's distracted now, thinking about something else, and starts to turn back in the direction of the registers when violet reminds him, "daddy! the rings!"

"oh right, thanks bug," he winks at her, and you kiss violet's cheek in thanks. san finds a bigger size and tries it for good measure. it's a perfect fit.

"do you still want a ring?" you ask san, and he searches for a moment before holding one out to you.

"what about this?" he passes it to you, and you cock your head in confusion. "what? you don't like it?"

"hm, i like it," you tell him. "it goes with mine."

"even better," san smiles.

-

the night of the dance can't get here soon enough. violet has been bouncing off the walls excited for it all week, and you know san is looking forward to it too. he told you that he gets stuck overseeing the dance every year because it's in the gym, and he admitted this was the kind of thing he dreamt of taking his own kid to some day. he seems a little nervous though, which you think is sweet.

because he had to plan the dance, the week leading up to it is a busy one at your house. san is constantly stepping outside to take calls, and he's running off to errands throughout the week to make sure everything is perfect. he's taken over the coat closet, claiming there's things in there violet can't see, but he won't let you look in there, either. one afternoon, he catches you peeking and turns a bright red.

"what are you doing!" he squeaks. "you can't see this!"

"why not?" you laugh. "i'm not going to the dance."

"yeah, but if you see it, and then violet asks what you saw, you'll tell her-"

"i'm not a snitch," you scoff.

"well you're usually on her side," san rolls his eyes.

"hey, i'm on your side all the time, babe," you assure him. "but girls gotta stick together, so i guess you have a point."

"exactly," san sighs, checking that the closet is closed before pulling you in for a hug. he inhales deeply and lets out a breath of relief once you're wrapped around him, and you rub his back soothingly.

"you're doing a great job, my love," you tell him. "it's gonna be a great night, everyone will have so much fun, and it'll be all thanks to you."

"i hope you're right," san says, and he hopes you don't catch the quiver of nerves in his voice. he also hopes you can't feel the box of the engagement ring poking out of his pocket. you caught him before he could slip it into the closet, and he's starting to sweat having you so close to it. even though he doesn't want to, he slowly lets you go, stroking your hair as he gets an idea, "hey, can i ask you to do something for me?"

"anything."

"anything?" he smirks, and you smack his arm. "no, i was wondering if you could make pancakes for dinner?"

"really? that's it?" you ask, but he nods like he's completely serious.

"i hear you're better at them now," he teases. "but, i don't know, i've just been so stressed this week, and that's like a comfort meal for me-"

"oh sannie, yes, yes i'll make you pancakes," you promise. "you want chocolate chips?"

"i love you," he says as he nods vehemently. you giggle as you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek.

"dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes then," you tell him. "unless i burn the house down, then we're just going to waffle house."

-

it's the night of the dance. to anyone walking by, it might sound like your house is having a party, but it's just you blaring music while everyone gets ready. you're already in your dress, so you're helping violet while san showers. he was so jumpy when he got home, you're really worried about him. this dance must have been a lot of work for him, so you're glad he'll get to rest when it's done. once san and violet leave, you've got a riveting night of laundry ahead of you so san can come home to a clean, comfy bed to collapse in. you know he'll need it after the week he's had.

you're mentally trying to organize the loads of laundry you have to do while you work on violet's hair. she's digging through your make up bag because you promised she could use eye shadow and lip gloss tonight, and you're both humming along to the music. you don't hear her stop and say something to you, and you certainly don't hear whoever is knocking at the door. violet twists around to look at you, ruining the heart shape you were trying to pull her hair into.

"aw, vi, now i have to start over-"

"mommy, someone's knocking on the door," she cuts you off. you reach for your phone to turn the music down, and she's right, there's someone frantically knocking at the front door. you walk out warily, unsure of who it could be, but you spot a flash of jen's hair through the window. when you open the door, she looks relieved.

"good, you're dressed," she breathes out. upon further inspection, she frowns and says, "but you haven't done your hair? no make up? y/n we're gonna be late."

"what?" you're confused. late for what?

"san didn't tell you? we need you to chaperone the dance," jen explains as she steps inside. that's when you notice she's dressed up too. "one of the fifth grade teachers was supposed to help me with the photo booth, but she's puking everywhere-"

"ew, gross," you stop her. "i mean, san didn't tell me anything, but i guess i can help? i'm not doing anything tonight." looks like you needed this dress after all!

"great," jen smiles. "now about your hair..."

seconds later, violet is standing in front of you while you sit on a kitchen chair as jen works on your hair for you. you're still trying to finish violet's, and then you need to help her with the make up she picked out. you could care less how you look, you'd rather violet get the pampering she wants, but jen is insisting that you "at least need to look put together tonight."

"hey, is san still here?" you ask suddenly. "i don't hear the shower anymore, but he's being awfully quiet if he's home."

"his car wasn't here when i pulled up," jen shrugs. "ok, hair's done! now where's your make up?"

"in violet's room," you reply. she goes to grab it, and when she returns you're done with violet's hair. "how's our girl look?"

"just as beautiful as her momma," jen replies, and she laughs when you and violet blush the same way.

"careful, i'm a taken woman," you warn.

"i could totally take san in a fight for your hand."

"wooyoung would be pretty upset though," you remind her, and now it's her turn to blush. "is he gonna be there tonight?"

"yeah, he's helping san with some of the set up i think."

"so what time do we need to get there?" you ask as you work on vi's make up. "keep your eyes closed, baby."

"ok mommy."

"um, we might need to leave soon," jen barely answers your question.

"that's vague."

"we should leave in fifteen minutes."

"shit, ok," you mumble, then you catch yourself. "jen, can you find my purse? put a quarter in the jar on the counter please."

"two," violet corrects you. "you said the fuck word when the elastic in my hair snapped."

"violet!" you and jen screech.

"now you need to put a quarter in the swear jar," jen jokes, but you have to lecture violet on not using those words while you finish up her eye shadow. you ask her to purse her lips so you can do the lip gloss, and jen says, "she really looks like san, doesn't she?"

"yeah, she does," you smile proudly. "they're both pretty cute, huh?"

"if you have another kid do you think it'll look like you?"

"we'll have to wait and see i guess," you say as you cap the lip gloss. "vi, go like this," and you show her how to rub the lip gloss in. she gets it all over her lips, so you lick your thumb to wipe it off as she tries to squirm away. "alright, my turn. can you show jen where your shoes are baby? i'll finish getting ready if you can help her with shoes and maybe a jacket."

"on it," jen nods. "we gotta leave in ten!"

as promised, ten minutes later, you and violet are in jen's car. you wanted the fun to continue for violet, so you've got music playing as jen speeds toward the school. she kept saying you weren't late, but the way she's driving you wonder if she's lying.

a few minutes later, you can see the school in the distance. you don't know why, but your stomach starts doing flips at the idea of seeing san. you know he's going to look great, so that's enough to make you all excited, but you're more interested in seeing what he's worked so hard on all week. you're staring at the gym as it gets closer, and then jen drives right past the school entirely.

"um, hello?" you call out. "earth to jen? we just passed the school."

"we're not going to the school," jen says simply. what's going on? you look to violet in the backseat, but she's staring out the window, kicking her feet the way you know she does when she's excited. you sit back with a "humph!" and watch as jen drives you to the park down the street. she pulls into the gravel lot and turns off her car before turning to you. "get out."

"what? jen, what is going on?" you ask, but jen is out of the car and won't respond. you're confused as hell, but you unbuckle your seatbelt anyway as jen gets violet out of her car seat. jen meets you at the back of her car, pointing off to the path in the distance.

"you need to go over there."

"i'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's happening," you stand firm.

"come on mommy!" violet chirps. she holds her tiny hand out to you, and you look to jen. she just smiles, so you take violet's hand and walk with her to the wooded path.

"baby, where are we going?" you ask, but violet shakes her head and mimes zipping her lips. can't argue with that, so you succumb to the circumstances and follow her lead. you're looking around, trying to catch any kind of clue. as you come over a hill, you see a clearing in the distance, and you gasp when you see what's waiting for you.

underneath an ivy covered arch stands san. he's dressed in his outfit for the dance, dark grey slacks and a vest with the light purple shirt underneath. he left his hair natural, how you like it, so the ends of his bangs just barely brush over his glittering eyes. he's smiling at you so brightly he could be the sun, and you look down to find violet smiling back at him the same way.

as you get closer, you notice the flower bushes are all violets. san must have brought more though, because there's flower pots and bouquets all around. you close your eyes and take a deep breath, admiring the soft scent flooding your senses. when you open your eyes, san is approaching you shyly, and violet squeezes your hand. you squeeze back even tighter.

"hi gorgeous," he greets you, his voice soft and quiet, like he doesn't want to disturb this moment. he leans in to kiss your cheek, then kneels and says to violet, "you look beautiful, my love. thank you for your help."

"you knew about this?" you ask violet, and she looks to san before she responds.

"YES! daddy told me all these secrets and said mommy can't know, and if i pinky promised not to tell then he would get me the princess bed i want," she explains rapidly, and you look to a sheepish san.

"i'm not proud of the bribe, but she did a good job. you had no idea?"

"san, what is this?" you ask in a nervous whisper. he lifts violet into his arms and then offers you a hand. as he walks you over to a bench beneath the ivy arch, he begins.

"this was my favorite park as a kid," he says as he sits you down and carefully places violet between you. he holds onto your hand as he speaks, his thumb stroking over your knuckles softly. "and when i moved back here after college, this was the first place i came. i missed you so much already, and i needed someplace to clear my head. i found myself here a lot, actually. i would walk the entire path just thinking about you, wondering how you were, wondering if i should reach out, try to make things right. it became a habit. i'd come here every time i missed you, and i wouldn't leave until i got you off my mind. then, out of nowhere, you show up at school. i noticed you, that first day. i noticed violet," and as he says her name he boops her nose. over her giggles, he continues.

"i saw her walking in and thought, man, that kid sure looks like me," san smiles sadly, and you squeeze his hand. "so as soon as school ended, i was over here, pacing and wondering again how i could reach out. then i caught you parking in the wrong spot-"

"i didn't know where else to go!" you defend yourself, and san chuckles.

"you not knowing where to go worked in my favor, because it was like someone shouting in my face, hey! here she is! don't lose this chance! so i knew i had to wiggle my way back into your life somehow. it wasn't until you mentioned violet, her name, that i felt something inside me. again, i came back here, to this spot, and thought about what to do. as i sat here, i noticed all the violets around me, and i knew. i've always thought we were meant to be together, but that day i knew for sure. i wanted to be in your life. in violet's life. forever."

"and ever," violet whispers, making you and san both laugh. as you quiet down, you stare at san, and that warm feeling you get in his presence rushes over you. finally, you think. finally finally finally.

it's like san can read your mind, because he nods before tugging you back up to your feet. violet holds onto your hand as you both watch san reach into his pocket, and even though you knew it was coming, it still takes your breath away. san kneels, holding out a velvet box. he takes a deep breath and says, "y/n. my love. my best friend. you're the love of my life, and i can't imagine our story ending any other way. will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? will you marry me, finally?" he opens the box to reveal the perfect ring, and you're nodding before you can even speak.

you look at san's glistening eyes, his happy smile, and you cry out, "yes, san, oh my god, yes, i'll marry you." san pulls you down to smash his lips into yours, but you can barely keep the smile off your face long enough to actually feel his lips against yours. you end up kneeling in front of san, wrapping him in the tightest hug as you start to cry. you feel violet's tiny arms working their way around you both, so you separate and cover her in kisses to her delighted giggles. you hug them both, holding onto your family so tight it almost hurts.

"wait, wait!" san cries out. "the ring! gimme your hand!"

you present your left hand to him as he takes the ring out, and you love the way it glitters in the setting sunlight. he slides it onto your ring finger, interlocking his hand with yours. as you admire your hand in his, you hear cheers off in the distance.

you look around to find jen and wooyoung just outside the clearing. wooyoung is holding a camera, and jen is smiling like she just pulled off the heist of the century. as they get closer, violet runs over to jen and they jump and squeal, something about secrets and another bribe you'll have to learn about later.

"so everyone knew about this but me?" you ask san, and he brushes hair behind your ear as jen and wooyoung join you.

"sorry, but that's the way it had to be," san shrugs.

"you were so surprised," wooyoung says, "i can't wait to edit these pictures, i think i got a really funny one of you when he pulled the ring out."

"i'll make sure he only keeps the good ones," jen cuts in, but you shake your head.

"you send me every single picture you took," you say sternly, and wooyoung salutes you as he says, "aye aye mrs. choi!"

"oh my god," you turn to san then. "i'm gonna be your wife."

"yeah you are," he smiles proudly. "'bout time."

"oh, what time is it?" you ask. "don't we need to go to the dance?"

"baby, there is no dance," san admits. "i made that up so you wouldn't be suspicious of all the calls and errands without you."

"you sneak," you slap his arm. "and involving our daughter!"

"we got you," violet giggles, looking up at you as she wraps her hands around your legs. you pinch her nose and she squeals.

"well, what do we do now?" you ask. "i don't know what engaged people do."

"i've got an idea," wooyoung says suggestively, and jen groans.

"actually, i was going to take us to dinner," san says, reaching for you and violet. "we need to celebrate!"

"that's our cue to leave," jen says to wooyoung, but san stops them.

"nope," he shakes his head. "you helped. i owe you dinner."

"well if you insist," wooyoung smiles, wrapping his arm around jen. you all start walking back to your cars, jen and wooyoung ahead of your family. you and san are walking with violet between you, hands swinging happily.

"hey," san whispers, and you find his handsome face smiling at you. "are you happy?"

"happier than i've ever been, san."

"good," he nods. "sorry for all the secrets, though."

"whatever," you brush it off. "but, uh, i guess i have a secret of my own to share?"

san stops in his tracks, worry in his eyes. jen and wooyoung stop too, hearing the lack of footsteps behind them. everyone is watching you, and you look at each of them with a growing smile on your face. you end with san, and you blush as you say, "my love, my husband to be, i'm pregnant."

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Love Me, Love Me Not

Based on a prompt from @mysticcrownshipper, I hope I did it justice! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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After the harrowing events of Spring Break, the school banned Hellfire from meeting on school grounds. They’d finally managed to get rid of him by sending him a pity diploma, there was no way in hell they were going to let him back for a nonacademic game. Eddie’s new trailer wasn’t big enough to comfortably host all of them, Gareth’s mom wouldn’t let them meet in the garage after hearing about Eddie’s accusations on the news, and Mrs. Wheeler wouldn’t let them use the basement. Just like that, one of the only things that kept the boys sane was taken away from them. 

Eddie was practically bursting at the seams when Steve offered for them to use his dining room. Steve hadn’t heard from his parents since Christmas and he wasn’t expecting them to come back any time soon. And he was itching to do something to make the kids happy. They’d been through so much already, they deserved to act like kids for a while and play their little nerd game without restriction.

From that point on, Thursday nights at the Harrington household were devoted to Hellfire. The first few sessions of the new campaign were a bit awkward. The Corroded Coffin boys didn’t know how to interact with Steve. He’d never bullied them or messed with any of them directly but they’d heard enough rumors about him to be wary. After the first few meetings though, they lost their hesitance around him and he became just another guy, another friend that they were excited to hang out with. 

On one fateful Thursday, the boys were mingling during a break in the session and Gareth opened up a can of worms he would’ve rather kept shut. He’d been watching Eddie making eyes at Steve all day and he finally called him out on it over a beer and some Cheetos. 

“So, you and Steve, huh? I didn’t think he was your type. You going for jocks now?” Gareth said it as nonchalantly as he possibly could but Eddie still snorted his beer up his nose and fell into a coughing fit. 

“Fucking shit, Gare! Don’t just drop that on me like that, what’s the matter with you! Of course I’m not, just leave it!” Eddie sputtered.

The Corroded Coffin boys narrowed their eyes at him in unison. None of them believed him especially since he had waxed poetic about the golden flecks in Steve’s eyes just a few hours prior. 

“Dude, that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard you say and you’ve said some really dumb shit,” Jeff told him deadpan.

Grant scoffed in his face, “yeah sure. Just lie to us like we can’t see that you’re head over heels for the guy.”

“I’m not! Why would I be interested in Steve? There’s no way in hell that would ever work out. Just drop it, you’re making me uncomfortable” Eddie seemed adamant on that and the other boys nodded in reluctant agreement. What they didn’t realize was that Steve had heard their whole conversation from his position in the hallway. 

He really thought he was getting somewhere with being Eddie’s friend, maybe more. Just like all of his other relationships though, he was putting more effort in than Eddie was. He didn’t realize that he hated him so much though. But, maybe he should have. Eddie had seemed hesitant to accept his offer of hosting Hellfire at his house. Steve probably made him uncomfortable, either being a jock when jocks had terrorized him over Spring Break or maybe because he knew Steve had a thing for him and wasn’t interested. Regardless, he didn’t want to make Eddie feel any worse than he already had so he took a step back. 

Steve turned down invitations, made himself scarce on Thursday Hellfire nights, and limited his regular tangents to bland responses. He wanted to make Eddie feel more comfortable with the Party and himself. However, all it served to do was make Eddie pissed off. 

From his perspective, Steve had seemingly out of nowhere decided that Eddie wasn’t worth being friends with. Their weekly smokeouts that he looked forward to were canceled. His lengthy conversations at Family Video with Steve and Robin were met with stilted conversation and narrowed eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to cause the change but Eddie couldn’t help but feel offended. What the fuck had happened to cause such a profound change between them?

Eddie lasted a lengthy two weeks before he exploded. Steve refused yet another invitation to watch Hellfire and Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh yeah? You’re too good to fraternize with mere peasants, huh King Steve? You have everyone fooled but you’re still such bullshit!” 

Steve whipped around in shock and stepped closer to Eddie to scream into his face. “I’m bullshit? Really? Are you fucking serious?! I was fine, I was having fun talking to you and hanging out and then you said I made you uncomfortable so I backed off. If anyone is bullshit here, it's you. Stop sending fucking mixed signals and leave me alone!”

Eddie just blinked at his back as Steve grabbed his car keys and took off in a haze of confused anger. Well shit, he’d fucked this up immensely. He couldn’t even bring himself to move until Gareth pushed harshly at his shoulder. 

“Dude, what the hell is the matter with you? Steve’s a good guy, why are you jerking him around?” He sniped at him, stabbing his chest with aggressive finger pokes. 

Eddie was still in shock at Steve’s words, still reeling at his proclamation. “He said he likes me?”

“Are you a dumbass?” Jeff asked him. “No seriously, are you stupid? He just said that he backed off because you said you were uncomfortable, he was respecting your boundaries, and you called him bullshit. We’re past him liking you now. We’re in ‘you fucked it up’ territory now, bud.”

Eddie’s heart fell. He didn’t know where to go from there, he’d never liked anyone quite like Steve. “How do I fix this? I really like him.”

Grant sneered at him, “you don’t deserve Steve. You’ve been treating him like shit for the past two weeks, just leave him alone.”

“Wow Grant, thanks for your opinion. That was very helpful,” Eddie said before turning to Jeff and Gareth. “Seriously though, how do I fix this?”

Gareth just let out the most profound sigh anyone had ever heard. “Jesus Christ, Eddie. I think he heard you telling us that we were making you uncomfortable when we asked about him and he misunderstood. I’ll talk to him and explain but fuck man, you need to get better at communicating. If this does work out between you guys, you can’t just keep everything bottled up like this. It’s stressful for all of us.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

“Yeah, you better,” Gareth muttered.

Hellfire was postponed that week while Gareth tried to barter with Steve to hear Eddie out. He didn’t know the details of what happened after he dragged Steve back to his own house but when Corroded Coffin met for band practice the next afternoon, both Eddie and Steve were sporting multiple hickies and hiding small smiles. 

The boys just sighed at them. They were happy for the pair but good god, they had just gotten used to Eddie’s ramblings about Steve. Imagine how awful he was going to be going forward now that they were together. 

(And they were right. Eddie made it his mission to mention Steve at all times and always managed to include how great his ass looked in any conversation no matter the topic. The Corroded Coffin boys suffered forevermore, always regretting getting them together in the first place.)

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[cairavende]

Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

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[frogmanfae]

Newsies as Things I Heard This Week Number 4

It's a long one

Medda: That was vewy scawy

Race: she did not just say vewy scawy in front of a class at 7 am on a Monday-

Blink: *shows duck earrings*

Elmer: *gasp* I love him his name is jaramiah

Blink: No

Elmer: Yes

Blink: All my ducks are nonbinary

Elmer: ...Their name is jaramiah then idfc

Davey: Can the sun just... Go away for a minute?

Race: Forever. It can just blow up and be gone

Davey: ...No then we'd all be dead

Katherine: Omg I love your outfit!

Sarah: Oh thank y-

Katherine: It's giving like... Rosie the Rivitor we can do it but like... Gay

Sarah: ...

Sarah: Thank you...? I actually love that hold on-

Hotshot: Why do you have 2 sandwiches??

Spot: One of them is for Race

Hotshot: Oh

Albert: Awww they're having a lunch date

Spot: *glares*

Albert: ...No response?

Spot: *GLARES*

Albert: Why are you looking at me like that?

Elmer: *shrugs*

Albert: ...Is it because I just swore really loudly and angrily from the other room?

Elmer: Yeah what was that about?

Albert: The spoons fell when I opened the silverware drawer

Elmer: That seems like an appropriate response

Albert: Shut up

Morris Delancey: Do you ever like see an Elephant shit and like... You like it? Like like like I don't know! But like! I liked it! I don't know! It's just like- *very clearly desperately trying to be relatable and floundering*

(I DON'T KNOW THE CONTEXT TO THIS IT WAS SOME GUY WALKING BEHIND ME IN THE HALLWAY)

Denton: *walking past a group of students eating lunch* Hey I just had triscuts today!

Davey, the guy who brought an entire box of triscuts: They're good right?

Denton: They've been around for 50 years! *leaves*

Race: ...Guys what's a triscut? ... What's a triscut???

Davey, about Romeo: He drank a whole can of tomato soup in the middle of band! Like uncooked unheated, not diluted, straight up- like who does that?? What is he- ashuguwah

Jack: She said we don't have total freedom in America because if we did you could just say you're hungry go to your neighbors house take their baby and eat it

Davey: ...Yeah I don't know what's happening right now but we have work to get started

Race: Om nom

Jack: What??

Davey: *pokes boob with bass drum mallet*

Sarah: *mid sentence* :0

Buttons: Look at me! The football fan! I loove NFL footba-

Crutchie: Shut the fuck up

Buttons: :0

Crutchie: You are a lying piece of they/them shit

Davey: *writing something on notebook paper*

Race: I asked you if you had note book paper and you said no!

Davey: No I didn't?

Race: Yes you did!

Davey: You came with me to my locker to get this??

Race, gay: *shows Jack a picture of a guy*

Jack, bisexual: Smash

Katherine, bisexual: Eh, pass

Jack: Of course you say that it's a guy

Katherine: I am attracted to men

Race: Uh huh

Jack: Hey do you ever think about color theory?

Race: Oh yeah all the time

Katherine: Uh wait back track what do you mean uh huh???

Romeo, watching a video of an artist slowly revealing his work: I'd tap. Not him, the drawing. Oh wait its of a woman nevermind

Race: *steals Davey's phone out of his lap* I just took your cock

Davey: *not paying attention, writing notes* oh I'm just making a...

Race: Did you hear me?

Davey, now realizing Race did not, in fact, ask him what he was doing: ...

Davey: *sigh*

Jojo: Look at this *shows Romeo a video*

Romeo: Ooh

Romeo: I'd fuck a... Biblically accurate angel...

Jojo: ...

Jojo: That's a weird kink

Elmer: I like shiny things

Buttons: Of course you do, faggot

Elmer: :0

Elmer: Periodt

Davey: *random noise random noise* I have autism *random noise random noise*

Race, watching asmr: Ooh I think I'm gonna like this... Oh yeah. Yeah I like that. Hot knife and gummy worm, that's a new kink

Davey: Pff-

Race: I wonder if if that says anything about me

Race: I'm gonna send you into epidemiological shock

Davey: Is that a thing?

Race: *looks at notes he's currently writing on epidemiology*

Romeo: Why are you fondling nuts like that

Albert: *drops Race's phone* oh shit-

Race: You!... Hooker!

Sarah: I wanna take my hoodie off but I'll look like a whore

Davey: I cried over harry potter’s dead parents yesterday

Race: the line has been drawn

Davey: Get off your phone!!

Race: Noo!

Davey: You have a concussion!

Race: I don't care!!

Davey: Brain damage is no joke!

Race: Ho life or no life

Sarah: Hey I also have a flannel on!

Davey: Woah

Sarah: You'll just never see it cuz I have a hoodie-

Davey: You're gay too!

Sarah, who has a whole ass girlfriend: Ew! Gross! Don't call me that slur!!

Albert: I don't understand why I can't just drink water it's like- gsgatsv!

Denton: ...Okay I'm gonna start class now

Elmer, talking about things he'll remember after high school: With the black mold trombone!!

Race: Black mold trombone will go down in history

Race: Okay but first, water bottle flip

Race: You know what makes me happy? Pheromones

Jack: Why are you so obsessed with pheromones??

Race: Because I- actually I'm not gonna say that

Specs: Did you know that nothing would happen if you threw a glass of water on the sun? *yelling* THIS IS BECAUSE THE WATER WOULD NOT REACH THE SUN

Crutchie: I miss covid

Denton: I just wanna watch the football and go home

Race: watch the football

Davey: watch the football

TW SH JOKE Jack: I hope all cutters go to hell. Not like arm cutters like line cutters. I'm going to hell anyway because I'm gay

Albert, singing a choir warm up at band: Mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango banana banana banana whoo

Crutchie: I'm not in choir but I recognize that and I just realized you're autistic

Denton: That was weak. That was weak sauce. But I think it worked *enthusiastic thumbs up*

Elmer: I know my flowers

Spot: He does, he went to flower camp

Elmer: I did, it was fuckin SICK

Denton: Good news, you both exist!

Jojo: It's good to exist!

Crutchie: ...Okay

Spot: I'm gonna eat you and kill you

Davey, out of nowhere: *soft gasp* heliocase...

Race: Can you imagine if cells bullied each other? Like like "pff- you got a goofy lookin nucleas, idiot"

Spot: I'm gonna eat you, chew you up, and show your pieces to the world

Albert: Imagine just getting home from a long day of work and you just get c o n s u m e d

Elmer: It's super pretty cool

Jojo: Super pretty cool?

Elmer: Super pretty cool

Jojo: Oh nice

Race: I can't get embarrassed

Albert: You-

Albert: But-

Race: I've never been embarrassed in my life

Race: Yeah I don't even think I'd know what that feels like

Spot: What about when you got something nicknamed the "toddler disease" as an adult

Race: :0

Race: Look that's-

Spot: Even if you're not embarrassed, you *should* be!

Race: :00

Spot: Loser! With your toddler immune system !!

Race: Thats just dirty

Davey, a science teacher: What did you get out of reading this study? (About an experiment performed on lizards)

Class: *silence*

Davey: Did you.... Did you like it or-

Splasher, a student: Lizard...

Davey: What was that?

Splasher: For my senior pictures I'm gonna have a bearded dragon

Davey: Uh... Okay did you like the study or-?

Medda: I would never get rid of any of my beloved cello players!

Medda: ...

Medda: *holds up L on forehead*

Race: Pff-

Medda: No! I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I wouldn't get rid of Romeo!

Romeo: :0

Sarah: *zoning out in class, internally* omg his pockets are really deep

Denton: We've all heard that phrase before, we know what that means-

Myron: *has never heard the phrase ever* We? All??

Spot: *threateningly* you'll be the next lizard I test

Davey: *about science* it's like lasagna. It makes you want to choke but you love it because it's your favorite food

Denton: You should read the titles of some of these studies. I mean some of the TITLES are like a paragraph long I can only imagine what the articles are-

Denton: I suppose that's an analogy you could make

Romeo: It's just like Fall Out Boy for real

Jojo: Does that mean if I step on a baby I'm 72℅ Jesus? (I have no idea what this was about)

Davey: *sneezes*

Sarah: How dare you!

Katherine: *at the same time* bless you

Davey: Thank you, KATHERINE

Albert: I run at 5:40 every morning

Finch: Why would you-

Albert: I don't like it :(

Jack: Man come 8pm and I am WORTHLESS

Medda: I know student schedules are very busy so I won't give you any homework so you guys can focus on... Whatever you do... Homework, practices, jobs, injecting lizards with bacteria...

Katherine: I'm an advocate for highlighters I will always support highlighters

Jack: 🤨

Katherine: I support highlighters rights

Race, a scientist in the middle of a big project, exhausted out of his mind: *on the phone* honey, I- I can't watch the kids tonight. I got all these lizards to invest with bacteria and they're all dying and it's my- I did this to them

Spot, also exhausted out of his mind: And you did the kids to me you better get your ass home!

Davey: *loudly cracks his back*

Crutchie: ... BRO-

Davey, as if this happens a lot but this time in particular was bigger: That was intense

Denton, freshman academic biology teacher: It's that time of year where all the freshmen are like "I hate academic biology academic biology is so hard!" and all the sophomores taking advanced chemistry are like "I miss academic biology academic biology was so easy..." *big sigh* it's the same every year. Falls right in line with the pumpkin spice

Buttons: You can't make jokes like that, Mr. Denton

Denton: Yes you absolutely can and you should it was a good one

Davey, teaching a class: I have an occasional glass of red wine but other than that I'm not too wild

Les, a student in said class: Oh please

Davey: ...What?

Les: You heard me

Race: If you were a woman, you were a prostitute. It's what you did

Katherine: What history class are you in??

Crutchie: The sun is blindi- oh my god! What iss that??

Finch: It's new with the reset

Crutchie: What is that bright... /thing/??

Finch: It came with the latest update

Denton: Your lungs look like a carpet! A very outdated carpet, nobody makes carpet like that anymore. When I was a kid everyone's grandma had that carpet

Davey: Anyone else think that's super cool?

Everyone else: *silence*

Davey: Just lie to me

Race: Whoo!

Jack: Incredible!

Albert: So dope!

Davey: Yeah! There we go! Awesome!

Blink: Anyone? Just a piece? A little piece of inflammation?

Elmer, about Pulitzer; I don't think he sleeps.

Crutchie: Pff-

Elmer: No seriously. He responds to emails at midnight and he's at the school by 4 am. And he lives like 2 towns away.

Crutchie: Holy shit

Elmer: I know

Spot: Yeah! I got a jar and you don't!

Albert: Disgustingly gross child of Satan.

Race: Noo don't say that about yourself!

Albert: That's my dad. Satan.

Race: Oh. I mean yeah.

Race, a physics teacher: Alright! Sorry for the interruption, we were saying-....

Race: ...

Race: Position time graph! We-

Race: ...

Race: What were we talking about? Slope!

Davey: *drops paper* that's unfortunate

Sarah: What's up with that? It's like 2 pieces of paper. You can't handle 2 pieces of-

Davey: Shut the fuck up

Crutchie: Cholera! Hello!

TW SUICIDE JOKE Crutchie: You're the cell

Jack: What?

Crutchie: The cell is like "kill me please" you're the cell

Jack: :0

Davey: And then you walk into your- SNEEZE CLOUD!!!

Davey: I'm so gay, I love Crash Course with Hank Green

#i don't think I've ever posted one of these on time #this is a long one #strap in #newsies incorrect quotes #newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #livesies #newsies live #davey jacobs #uksies #newsies uk #92sies #newsies 1992 #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spot conlon #elmer kasprzak #buttons newsies #brooklyn newsies #medda larkin #bryan denton #joseph pulitzer newsies #newsies as things i heard this week

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 1

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of life, Suggestive(ish)

CW: None, just Woo is a bit of a flirt.

Word Count: 4273

Summary: Y/n is a Journalism student who’s eager to start her internship at a big media firm, but when her nerves start to get the better of her, her roommate Clio suggests going to the new bar that just opened to take the edge off. Who would have thought that night would open up a whole can of worms y/n wasn’t prepared for.

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You look at the clock on your phone which read 10:30. Your head falls limp in your hand as you stare between your phone screen and your notebook that was now covered in doodles, how had it only been half an hour since the beginning of your lecture, you still had another hour and a half to go at least. Todays lecture was the start of Law in Media, you were usually very alert when it came to your lectures, the pages in your notebook filled back to front with colourful notes, thoughts, opinions and questions, but Law … not so much, you tried to take notes at the start but boredom soon took over causing you to zone out and mindlessly doodle over what useless notes you’d already written down. You go back to your phone briefly to text your roommate Clio.

[Y/n 10:37]

“Hey, what are you doing in around an hour?”

[Clio 10:38]

“Nothing, why? … Wait, aren’t you in class?”

[Y/n 10:39]

“It’s boring as shit, wanna grab a coffee when I’m done, I think I’m gonna need it after this snooze fest.”

[Clio 10:41]

“Anything for you girlie.”

You smile at her response as you tuck your phone away again and attempt to pay attention to the last hour of your session, coming out of it with even a small amount of notes is better than going away with nothing at all. You were finally free when your lecturer decided to dismiss you for the day. You’d never been so quick to thrown your things into your bag as you were today, no organisation just swiped off the desk into the bag which you slung over your shoulder and headed for the door. You sent another text to Clio telling her you’d left and you were on your way just to be sure she was ready. 

When you got to the coffee shop you weren’t surprised to see that Clio wasn’t there, you had grown used to the fact she’s always late, it was that much of a habit you both made jokes about how she’d be late to her own funeral. While you waited for her to arrive you bought your coffee’s and found a nice spot to sit next to a window. Just when you were about to drop her a text asking where she was that’s when she came flying through the door scanning the room for you. “Sorry, I fell asleep waiting for you to finish class.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle, you could picture her watching one of her cheesy dramas while she waited ultimately ending up sprawled out over the couch like a starfish asleep, you knew this is what happened because you’ve come home to it many times before and always made jokes about it to here. “It’s okay, I got your coffee, cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting just the way you like it.” She beamed at you in thanks as she took the cup with both hands holding it to her nose. “So, how bad was the class?” Clio asked before taking a small sip of her coffee. “Oh it was so bad, I’d find a lot more entertainment in watching paint dry.” You scoff. “That bad huh? What are you on now?” 

“Law in media.” You roll your eyes wanting to forget the whole thing. “LAW!? You’re studying to be a journalist not a fucking lawyer.” Clio laughs seeing how annoyed you are over it all. “I know but we need to know what’s legal and what’s not for media, we need to be able to cover our asses if we get a really juicy story.” Clio gives a light nod acknowledging where you’re coming from. “Have you heard anything from that company you applied for an internship at?” You nod nervously at her question, you were so happy you got in but you were dreading the interview, you’ve never been very good at hyping yourself up to others and the constant thoughts of how you could mess up were really making you nervous. “Yeah, I’ve got an interview tomorrow with the C.E.O of all people.” You took a nervous sip from your coffee avoiding your roommates beaming eyes at the news. “That’s great I’m so happy for you, my favourite girl in a big shot company that’s amazing!” You smile at her enthusiasm grateful for how much faith she had in you for getting through the interview successfully to begin with. “I need to do well tomorrow before you can go bragging to people.” You laugh as she swats away your doubts with her hand. “You’ll do amazing I know you will, there’s no need to be nervous.” Your laugh came out a little louder than you planned, catching the attention of some people sat around the coffee shop. “I’m filled head to toe with anxiety I don’t think not being nervous is an option.” 

“I have an idea to take the edge off, that is if you’re up for it.” Clio winks at you over the brim of her cup. You know that wink all too well and whenever she gave you that wink trouble was always sure to follow. “Oh no, what are you planning...Look if you’re gonna try and hook me up with that guy for your Lit class I’m not going I've told you I’m not interested.” She laughs at how you jumped straight to that conclusion trying not to spit her mouthful of coffee everywhere. “No, no, I was thinking we could go out, you know get a couple drinks down you to take the edge off, I heard there’s this new bar a couple streets over that just opened it’s meant to be the new hot spot.” Her offer did sound good but was drinking really a good idea before a massive job interview? “Clio, I don’t think it’s wise if I turn up to my interview tomorrow with a raging hangover, it’ll make me look unprofessional and like I don’t give a shit.” You argue, you knew you were lucky to even get the interview in the first place. “We won’t go crazy I promise, just a few drinks and we’ll be out of there, you just need a little something to take the edge off that’s all, and if you’re not gonna take up my offer and sleep with Mingi...” You groan cutting her off before she even starts. “I told you I’m not gonna sleep with him, I don’t care how interested he is.” Clio tries to stifle her laugh so not to disturb anyone again but had great difficulty in doing so. “I’m sorry, okay I’ll stop. So drinks tonight are you in or out?” You took a little time to think about it, on one hand you knew going out was the irresponsible decision but on the other hand if you could keep Clio to her word about only having a few and not going crazy then it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. “Okay I’m in.” You agree as Clio tip taps her feet under the table trying to keep in an excited squeal. “On the condition we don’t go overboard.” You shoot her a warning look to show you’re being serious. “I promise.” she nodded her head aggressively still trying to hold back her excitement. 

By the time you were ready it was 7pm and Clio was getting impatient. “Come on you said you don’t wanna go crazy so we don’t have much time to waste let’s goooooo.” She calls to you from the living room. You’re just putting on the last of your accessories but struggling to find a pair of earrings to match your emerald silk dress which you paired with some black strappy heels. “Hey Clio which ones do I go with?” You ask walking into the living room holing up a different earring in each hand holing them to your ears. “The left one.” She answers not looking up from her phone. “Hey, you didn’t even look at them.” You pout jingling them in your hands to get her attention. “I don’t care, just pick a pair and let’s goooo.” You look at the earrings again giving a shrug and just going for the one in your left hand before grabbing your clutch. “Okay, shall we?” You ask holding your arm out to her like couples do in her cheesy romcoms. She gives a squeal at the gesture and links her arm with yours as you walk out down to the bar.

The bar was packed, Clio wasn’t lying when she said it was going to be the new hot spot, it looked like it already was. The music was blaring so loud you had to lean in to Clio’s ear to be able to talk to her. “This place is amazing!” You yell in hopes she’s able to hear you. “I know right, do you wanna grab a drink?” You nod with a smile as you head over towards the bar. The music was a lot quieter around the bar which you were quite relieved about, you didn’t want to add a lost voice to your list of worries for your interview. As a treat to you Clio insisted on buying the first round of drinks, the bartender handed over 2 of the prettiest drinks you had ever seen, a pink liquid with small berries scattered throughout and topped with a small sprig of lavender and a small skewer of strawberries all served in a tall slim glass. “This is so pretty.” You gasp looking at your drink taking a small sip. “A pretty drink for a couple of pretty girls.” The bartender winked as he walked off to his next customer. Clio glanced over at you raising her eyebrows, you quickly shut her down with a nudge as you make your way to the dance floor.

You were so lost in the music, feeling the beat and each note run through you, your body almost moved on its own, Clio was just as bad as you her arms in the air drink spilling a little every now and then. You were having the time of your life, definitely what you needed to calm your nerves. As you dance and laugh with Clio you seem to draw in attention from a number of men, most of which treid their hardest to dance with you, well, call it more of a grind. You made a promise to yourself tonight was not a night for that, you weren’t looking for a hook up you came here to drown your stress. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You hear Clio yell to someone behind you. You turn to see some random guy uncomfortably close to you eyeing you up and down, you stepped back in an attempt to get away from him when you hear Clio yell again. “Hey, dumbass I’m talking to you!” He glances over to her still trying to dance with you. “Step away from my girlfriend buddy, she’s taken.” You whip your head around to look at her wide eyed over what she said, her small side eye to you told you to go along with it so you did allowing her to snake her arm around your waist pulling you close to her. This seemed to only rile the creep up even more. “Ah, 2 for 1 I see.” Before he could take another step the both of you threw your drinks into his face, the action not planned made you both giggle as you watched him storm off into the crowd flicking the pink drink off him and ruffling it out of his hair. “Thanks Clio.” You laughed as you hugged her. “We gotta keep each other safe from creeps am I right?” She says laughing harder as she pulls you in to dance a bit more. 

Music talking over you again you got back into your rhythm, however you were still a little shaken keeping an eye out for more creeps. As your eyes scan the dance floor you find your gaze locked with probably the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on. His body was moving fluidly to the music, not missing a beat, his long black hair slightly hanging in his eyes, he shot you a small smirk obviously catching you looking at him. Your eyes widen in embarrassment as you try to avert your eyes from his. “What’s up?” Clio asks seeing your cheeks turn to a flush pink shade. You shake your head in reply as you find your eyes wandering over to the man again who, by the looks of it, hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Clio turns to follow your eye line finally seeing who you were looking at. “Oh he’s cute go talk to him.” Clio encouraged giving you a playful nudge. “I’m not going to do that.” You laugh focusing your attention on her. “And why the hell not, he’s clearly even the tiniest bit interested look at the way he’s looking at you.” 

“That other guy was looking at me the same and he was a creep.” You argue. “Yeah but this one is FINE.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction to him, and knowing Clio the way you do you knew for a fact if it was her he was looking at she’d have jumped on him in a heartbeat, but you were sticking to your promise. You take another glance at him, he seemed to have gone back to what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself admiring everything about him the way he moved, his hair damp with sweat from dancing and his purple silk shirt leaving little to the imagination with how deep the neck line was. You felt yourself start to get more and more flustered the longer you looked at him, now was the time to get another drink down you. “I’m gonna go grab us some more drinks.” You yell to Clio over the music, she nods in response as she danced off into the crowd.

You took in a deep breath once you got to the bar, taking a bit of time to calm down in the slightly quieter area. Even though you only had 1 drink in your system your head was spinning, you weren’t sure if it was the deep rooted anxiety of your upcoming interview or if it was the fiasco of that creep from earlier still running through your mind but you knew you needed a few minutes to get your heart rate back to normal. You quickly check your phone for the time, 9pm, you nod to yourself happy with how the night is going so far, you weren’t drunk and it was still early, usually if this was any other time you’d be 4 drinks deep and starting to feel the buzz. You head over to the bar ordering a simple pink gin for you and Clio, the same bartender smiling as you placed your order and walked away to make it. Playing with a mini skewer you’d found on the side of the bar you started to trail off into your own thoughts only to be ripped away from them a second later. “And what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at the bar on your own?” You hear an unfamiliar voice say from behind you, you turn to see the man from the dance floor approaching you. He looked even better up close, the way his face was a little flushed from his dancing and the heat from the club, his hair slightly messy but the way it sat still looked amazing like he meant it to look like that, your eyes glanced a little further down his silk shirt loose fitting and displaying quite a bit of his toned chest that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Is that your go to pick up line to girls at bars?” You ask trying to seem unphased as you lean on the bar. His eyebrow raised a little not expecting that response from you. “Well only to the really pretty ones, and that’s rare.” He winks joining you by your side. You scoff at his words and try to turn your attention to anything other than him. “Hey, you didn’t answer my question, why is a beauty like you on your own?” You roll your eyes knowing you weren’t going to get any success in ignoring him. “I’m not on my own, I’ve just come back to get drinks for me and my friend.” You say matter-of-factly. “Oh, so your boyfriend is probably back at home or something, he’s a lucky guy having a stunner like you to himself.” You laugh a little too loud at his assumption. “I don’t have a boyfriend, just here with my friend to take my mind off a few things.” His eyes widen hearing that you’re single and he decides to slide ever so slightly closer to you. “A little stressed huh? And what stresses can a beautiful girl like you have to stress over?” He rests his head in his hand shooting you with a charming smile that makes you unconsciously smile back even though you didn’t want to fall into his spell. “Just work stuff, I could say the same about you, a charming guy like you on your own, a bit suspicious if you ask me.” The man gives a small chuckle as he glances down to the top of the bar being caught off guard as his own words were used against him. “Well you know, I’m a single guy looking for a bit of fun so why not?” You scoff again seeing what his real intentions were. “Look I’m not looking for anything like that.” You shoot him down before he tries to continue any further. He looks up at you a little wide eyed to what you said “Oh I didn’t mean to come off like that, yeah a hook up was a possibility for tonight but when I saw you out there I knew I just had to talk to you, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” You give him a small smile feeling he meant what he said, you’ve come across men like him plenty of times, they sweet talk you and once you give them an ounce of attention they try to get into your pants and get all pissy when you deny them, but this guy, he seemed a bit different. “I’m sorry for assuming.” You smile at him, just as you were about to say something else the bartender comes back with your drinks. You thank the bartender with a big smile and go to pull your purse out of your bag but you’re stopped when a hand holds yours in place. “It’s on me.” The man says with a wink as he slides his card over to the bartender. “No, I can’t let you pay for my drinks.” You insist not realising it was to late. “It’s my pleasure a girl as stunning as you should never have to pay for her own drinks.” His charming smile returning to his face as his hand still lays on top of yours. You feel your stomach do flips as you feel yourself getting pulled into his charm. You had to fight yourself to stop from encouraging him, it was one thing the man was handsome and charming but it was another thing that he knew he was, you could see it in his eye and the way he acted, he knew he was hot shit. 

You grab your drinks and turn to leave the bar. “Thank you for the drinks.” You smile as you take a step away from him just to be stopped by a hand gently holding onto the top of your arm. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name.” You turn to answer him but almost spill your drinks as you come to realise how close he was to you, any closer and your nose would be brushing his chest. You look up to meet his eyes through his damp hanging black hair. “Y/n.” You simply answer flashing a flirty look leaving him taken aback slightly. “Wooyoung.” Ah, so now you have a pretty name to match the pretty face, both of which you’ll be sure to remember. “I hope I get to see you around some time, sooner rather than later.” Yo took this opportunity to have a little fun yourself as you left. “Maybe, and maybe next time we run into each other we’ll be on the same page of looking for fun.” You shoot him a wink as you disappear into the crowd leaving him with a smug look on his face thinking of the possibilities.

The next morning you were woken by the loud ringing of your alarm, it never bothered you before but today it seemed to be twice as loud as usual, the ringing still buzzing in your aching head even after you turned it off. Curses leave your mouth as you sit up feeling the room spin slightly, you were pissed at yourself for letting yourself drink as much as you did but at the same time you were thankful you stopped while you were ahead, yes you were slightly hungover but you’ve definitely had much worse hangovers in the past. Finally finding the energy you managed to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for your interview, not before taking a painkiller beforehand. You were met with Clio in the kitchen as you grab a coffee to wake yourself up and seeing the state she was in made you even more thankful. “How you feeling?” You grumble giving her a small pat on the head. Clio didn’t even lift her head from the counter when she moaned her response, you did feel a small amount of pitty for her knowing he had to attend a full day of lectures in this state so you slid her a painkiller and a big glass of water to help her get through the day a little easier.

After you were showered you felt a lot better and refreshed feeling a little more confident to take on the interview, you wanted to make a good first impression so you shuffled through your wardrobe looking for something that was smart but not too smart at the same time. Settling on a simple black skirt and a white button up paired together with a paired of black slip ons, you looked yourself over in the mirror happy with how you looked, you straightened out your hair a little before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. 

The cab ride to Ocean Media was quite short and you were thankful you missed rush hour traffic. As you pulled up outside you were in awe of the tall glass building, it was a lot bigger than what you imagined it to be and quite frankly you were a bit intimidated and your nerves were starting to set in again. You took a deep breath and smoothed over your skirt before stepping inside. The lobby was huge, white marble covered the floor and the high ceilings adorned with low hanging abstract lighting, you were taking in your surroundings aimlessly looking around when you heard a soft voice call over to you. “How can I help you?” You turn your attention to the woman behind the desk, she was small and offered a soft smile as she waited for your reply. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.” Your voice trembled slightly reality setting in. “Oh you must me Y/n, of course follow me I’ll take you to where you need to be.” You nod a thank you as you watch her walk out from behind the desk and lead you to the lift. You watch as she presses the button to the top floor and watched the number slowly rise as you travelled up each floor, ever time the number rose you felt your hands start to sweat a little more and your heart beat a little faster. 

The light ding signaling you were at your destination made you jump slightly and you were grateful the receptionist didn’t notice. You follow her out and once again take in your surroundings, the bright open space filled with a few sleek black chairs and tables and a small desk to the side where another woman was sat. “I have y/n here for an interview.” The receptionist said to the other woman who nodded and buzzed to let someone else know. The receptionist took her leave and gave you a hopeful look as she walked away to get back to work leaving you with who you assume to be a personal assistant. “Mr Jung will see you now.” She announced to you leading you to the door of his office. With a light knock she opened the door stepping to the side to allow you to enter. You looked around the room not seeing anyone but as the chair slowly turned to face you, you felt your heart leap out of your chest and your stomach hit the floor. The man sat before you and the man who was taking your interview, your could be boss was none other than the man you were with the night before. Wooyoung. “Thank you Amber.” He said with a smile dismissing her as he turned his attention to you. “Miss Y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

#ateez #ateez scenario #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez series #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung angst #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung smut #ceo wooyoung #wooyoung hard hours #jung wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung angst #jung wooyoung smut #ceo jung wooyoung #Wooyoung series #jung wooyoung series #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop series #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop smut

[vesemirsexual]

here’s my au pitch

deidre is on her way to kaer morhen to give eskel the worst surprise ever, and on her way meets our fave caravan

she’s first alerted to something wrong in the particular forest she’s travelling in when her two wolves suddenly become alert and growling. she then hears a “what the fuck?” and two pairs of bright eyes step out of the darkness - dragonfly and gaetan. they’re basically like “damn we could smell human and wolf, so we were like okay if they’re dead we can rob them, and if they’re alive we can save them and THEN demand their stuff. did not expect a weird little girl talking to some mangy wolves. weird. just gonna head out.”

so they’re trying to leave and she’s scrambling (but trying to look cool and put together) after them like WAIT you’re Witchers. and they’re leaving like no thank you you seem way too poor to hire us (still listening though because weirder things have happened). so this girl starts demanding to meet eskel of the wolves and they’re just exchanging glances and dragonfly is finally like fuck it, this is a guxart problem.

so they bring her back to the caravan and guxart is immediately like no. no no no. what part of no more feral children did you people not understand. and gaetan just points and goes idk man this kid is looking for wolves. and guxart is like okay, pause. why.

so deidre, who frankly is a royal through and through, puffs up and declares that she’s eskels child surprise and she has to go find him and he’s going to help her get her throne back.

so naturally all the other cats have been pretending to work since this all began (nosey bastards) and now everyone is someone on a scale of snickering to full blown cracking up. guxart just raises a brow and is like. uh huh. good luck with that sweetie.

deidre is pissed bc she hates not being taken seriously. this becomes a back and forth until guxart is finally like okay im not taking responsibility for a wolves child surprise dropping dead, so at the next available sign of settlement we are dropping this child off (privately he’s wondering how the fuck wolves manage to pull people into their drama orbit even when they’re all tucked up in the damn mountains).

since dragonfly and gaetan did this, guxart (he refuses to admit gleefully) assigns deidre as their problem until she’s gone.

the next week or so, they learn more about this weird weird girl. they find out she’s supposedly cursed, supposedly a mutant and also super super rude. they’ve got her pulling her weight, and every time one of them makes a snide comment about how the fuck she expects to take back an entire kingdom when she can barely cut some wood or skin a rabbit has her gritting her teeth.

eventually she ends up snapping at telling one of them to fuck right off. which finally gets some approval. deidre is a little surprised to find that the more blunt and open she is about how she’s feeling, the more helpful these assholes actually are. dragonfly managed to scope out some old trainee gear for her and gaetan actually threw her some (safe) poultice for her calluses and bruises.

thus begins the beautiful and slightly terrifying friendship/mentorship, with deidre being told (as usual) that her dreams of being queen are slightly stupid, and (not the usual) having it laid out WHY that’s a bad idea.

“pick your own path kid,” dragonfly tells her and throws her a new knife. “besides how are you meant to flirt with beautiful women if you’re stuck as a boring queen.”

deidre turns and gives her a guarded yet confused look. “you’re a woman…what do you mean flirt with women??” (dragonfly has kicked open a whole ass can of worms. dragonfly is now responsible for helping this repressed ass girl learn everything from SCRATCH. gaetan laughs his ass off until it’s his turn too.)

#most insane chaotic trio #guxart is screaming #writing distressed letters to vesemir like COME AND GET UR FUCKING GRANDCHILD #katie txt #Sabrina eventually turns up wanting to dissect her btw #before anyone can do something a cloud of suspiciously weed-smelling smoke enters the clearing #and you hear a familiar “what the fuck did you just say?

[moonstonedrawsrandomly]

A Lamb and a Worm 7🟢

Leshy and Noelle have been living together for about a month now since Leshy returns from his “scavenge”. They both have picked up a routine.

Since Leshy doesn’t have many servants around him, Noelle is free to roam around his palace. They eat together, work together, and in a sense, sleep together. Leshy and Noelle were still trying to figure out this whole mystery behind Gaia and also Narinder’s energy behind the scenes.

“Mom, it doesn’t seem possible that Narinder got out, is someone else using his crown maybe?”

Leshy said to Noelle’s wings.

“No dear. That can’t be right. As I said, even if he was using someone else’s power, they would be obvious about it. Also, Noelle said that Moses can’t even use Fernilla’s power at 100%. It kill the host and Fernilla would be devastated by his death.”

She said. The two of them had to think.

“So we figured out it was his power, but how do we prove it?”

Noelle said, but then Leshy remembered something.

“Was he looking for a new host? One that can’t be touched by bishops…someone like…Noelle?”

He said. Noelle looked at Leshy confused. Even Gaia couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“Why Noelle? And why not Moses?”

Gaia asked. It sounded like Leshy wasn’t telling them something.

“I- Nevermind. I heard that there was a prophecy after we sealed Narinder. That after his sealing, the lamb of prophecy will come to free him. And…knowing the plight of the lambs right now…there are basically extinct. Minus you and Moses”

Noelle shook her head.

“It’s gotten that bad, huh? Damn”

“Noelle, do not lose faith my dear! When I am released, I will open an investigation into the matter, okay? We’ll find out what happened to your people”

Noelle nodded. Leshy was silent. He dreaded the day they find out what the bishops did to her people. And what Gaia will do when she finds out that it was her own Kin that did it. For the time being, it was getting late so Gaia let the two go for the night. Leshy moves his bed so Noelle could go in but this time, he goes in with her.

“Hey, can we talk?”

He said. Noelle nodded. He sits next to her on the bed. He runs his hands through her soft, cotton candy like hair.

“Um…I don’t want to upset you, but…I feel like if I don’t tell you something, you’ll hate me. And I don’t want you to hate me”

Noelle looked puzzled.

“Why would I hate you? You single handedly saved my life! I cannot be more grateful to you. Please, say what’s on your mind”

She said. He did tell her but he was very vague.

“I…something happened to your peoples that involved the prophecy. I believe some…gods got scared and went on a killing spree…on order to keep Narinder in there…I’m not sure of the other details”

Noelle looked shocked.

“What?!?”

“Yeah, it’s bad. I…don’t know that rest of the details, but you can tell Gaia what I told you, because I don’t think she knows either”

He said. Noelle thanked him.

“Thank you for telling me what you know, your very kind”

She said and she smiled at him. That smile melted his heart, but in embarrassment, he gets up quickly.

“A-alright. Goodbye-I mean good night!”

He said and he vacated the room. Noelle giggles.

“Ah, I remember my first love, it’s a wonderful feeling when they’re clueless!”

Gaia giggled as well. Noelle was flushed red

“Hey! You said you’d give me privacy!”

“I did, but it seems like you two are getting closer so soon. What changed?”

Gaia asked. Noelle blushes.

“I…I don’t know, really. I think…he’s very charming.”

Gaia smiles as she listens to Noelle talk about Leshy. What a wonderful young man he’s turned out to be. And what a woman he’s found.

“Well, I’m glad you two are getting along. Going back to the situation for the time being, we need to get more information. I believe Shamura has a secret library in the back of his own study in his palace. You would need Leshy to get there first, but I don’t think he’d be able to get there, his servants are very watchful of their Bishop”

She said. So Noelle had to tell Leshy that in the morning. Noelle looks up to the ceiling.

“My people…are all gone…”

She thought. She silently weeped as Gaia listened to her small cries.

“I promise you…we will get to the bottom of this…”

She said. Gaia sits in her chair, looking out in the dimension she was trapped in, wondering what the world looked like after she left.

TBC

#cult of the lamb #redemption au #cotl #cotl fanfic

[montydrawsstuff]

if you're still doing one shots perhaps a silly little 'first family grocery shop' with vector and the kids?

I'll try a little one!

On mobile so sorry if formatting sucks

"Ahh crud... We really are outa' food!"

Vector let the fridge door slap closed as he turned to his audience

"You'd think opening it for the third time would get us somewhere but... waddya gonna do eh?"

The crowd had little to add to the conversation, minus a few buzzy babbles from a squirming Charmy and some mutterings of "outa food outa food" from Espio.

".. I agree, boys! Looks like we're goin to.. the Grocery Store!" He announced in a sort of dramatic tone. And the crowd went mild.

"Ugh, let's just go"

He wasn't entirely sure how successful this trip would be- while Charmy was easy enough to carry in his old leather jacket (permitting he didn't worm out of it like when he left sugar from his coffee spilt on the desk) Espio was another beast entirely.

"Okay. Listen real good kid. I need you to TRY to understand." He spoke to the little lizard as clearly as his new York accent could manage as he wrapped a squirmy Charmy in a bathtowel "Please do NOT run off, hide or look for the high ground. It's a STORE. Its gonna be BRIGHT and LOUD, but I'll be there the WHOLE time, okay?"

It took a few seconds of wide eyed staring back with big confused eyes for the lizard child to simply respond with a "Hai".

Vector begged to himself that he got through to him somehow.

The walk to their destination was somewhat painless. Tho wrangling a 10 year old was easier when Vector wasn't keeping a grip on a gooey larve, who was determined to glob his way to a sudden meeting with pavement. There was a foreboding dread that came upon him entering the store, however.

"Remember boys, we're upstanding gentlemen, out for our eggs and frozen pizza. Like we agreed on."

"Pip pio!" Charmy gurgled.

"Hahaha yea, pizza! That's right!" Vector smiled back, before his eyes met others. On top of the shelf.

"WH- Espio!! How'd ya even get up there?!?"

A store employee approached to assess the situation, but wisely bailed at the sight of a croc yelling at the canned fish.

"Cmon bro, we talked about this! We're upstanding gentlemen! Get down!"

Espio merely gestured his head to straight ahead, where a somewhat rugged looking man paced the aisle beside them. He drew his kunai ready before Vector finally reached enough to snatch him off.

Espio hissed through the tins of herrings, feeling he made his point to the threat clear.

"Ugh. Enough. Now where do ya find the 50 ring mac'n'cheese round here?" Vector continued along the aisle, but the lizard did not follow. Vector was starting to wear thin at this point.

"C'mon, bud. Stick by my side."

Espio stayed put.

"C'mon kiddo. That's enough messing around."

Espio crawled under the aisle.

Vector was on the edge of his temper.

"C'mon, Espio. Don't be a little bastard."

Espio glared over his shoulder and went in further.

"... you know what? FINE! ENJOY YA NEW HOME I GUESS! I'M LEAVIN YA HERE THEN. BYE!" He shouted and stormed off to the freezer section

Vector was caught between two pizzas before realizing.. He was holding two pizzas.

...

"CHARMY?!!"

He barreled up the store, almost knocking over a stack of soup cans and narrowly avoiding several employees. They knew better than to get in the way of a rampaging crocodile.

"CHARMY? CHARMY?! AWW CRAP! AWWW CRAP!"

"Charmy right here"

Vector froze in his tracks.

"Under fish"

Vector cast his line of sight down to see Espio holding a very dusty looking grub, who was clinging on to him rather firmly.

"You... you were just getting Charmy?" Vector felt guilt settle in his stomach "I'm sorry bud. You're a good kid.."

Espio merely cocked his head to the side and raised the sleeping bug to him.

"Pio~"

Vector chuckled. "He wants you, bud. Got yourself a little bro of your own there, huh? Yknow what, you get pick of pizza this time!"

Espio stared at Charmy a moment.

"Brat"

"Hehehe, your English is getting better..."

Maybe next time... they could just get delivery...

#ough this one is long #enjoy #sorry thus took a hot minute #this is like actually oneshot length #team chaotix #chaotix origins

[fictionkinfessions]

Weird anons aside (bombastic sideye), I wonder who I was? My physical shift was very obviously demon-related, there's really nothing else I could've been, but like... Who? Was I canon? Noncanon? I'm not sure! I don't have any memories aside from eating ice cream and noodles (which is very funny to have as first memories imo). I thought maybe I was Rin, but... I don't know, for some reason that doesn't feel exactly right. Not entirely wrong, either, which is what's messing me up. But I know I'm definitely not Yukio, so the whole "huh maybe it's some sort of Twin Effect" option is out the window. Unless we were triplets in my canon? Which. Is a whole new can of worms I'd like not to open until I'm sure lol. I remember making a fanfic the first time I watched BE, maybe if I manage to find it, there will be some kin sprinkles waiting for me lmfao. We'll see I suppose

- blue exorcist kin

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #blueexorcistkin #food cw #memories issue #mod party cat

[arc-misadventures]

So a little challenge for you if it's okay with you: Write a story where the following words are used at least 3 times. "fate" "revenge" "past" I hope to see that you will surprise me if you decide to accept this.

What Shall You do?

Jaune: Ha ha ha… Haha! Got ya!

Ambrosius: Well you have me, now what?

Jaune: You… Haa… Man, I’m tired… give me a moment.

Amdrosius: Take your time; I have suspended time so you literally have all the time in the world.

Jaune: Really…? Cool… Haa… Okay, I’m ready! What your regulations of use?

Ambrosius: Regulations of Use?

Jaune: Hey, your a giant magical… thingy!

Ambrosius: Rude.

Jaune: No way something like you wouldn’t exist without a rule book to go along with it!

Ambrosius: …

Ambrosius: There are several… Regulations of Use…

Jaune: Ha! Knew it…

Ambrosius: The rules are these: I cannot. Resurrect life, I cannot destroy it, but I can create life.

Jaune: Ahh… Can’t change the past, and being her back then… Makes sense… We’re in this whole mess because someone died, and tried to change his fate… what else is there?

Ambrosius: If you want me to create something, I need precise details on how it is built, and how it functions. For I will build it exactly as you describe it.

Jaune: Makes sense; as for a gun to commit revenge on those that wronged you, you need to specify if your asking for a high capacity sniper rifle, or a water gun.

Ambrosius: And, lastly; My creations can only exist one at any time.

Jaune: Only one? Is that why Atlas fell after you made, Penny a human body?

Ambrosius: Indeed.

Jaune: Well… Penny’s dead so we don’t have to worry about that… hehe…

Ambrosius: Indeed as well…

Jaune: Ha ha… So! What if I ask for an item that’s a one off?

Ambrosius: A one off?

Jaune: Yeah, say I ask for a bomb and blow up, a building, or something; If someone asks for an item afterwards would the effects of the bomb, the destroyed building just come back, or would it stay destroyed. I mean, It would follow your rule; That there can only be one, magical item.

Ambrosius: Hmm… I suppose that would work. The rules state that the item, whatever it may be, losses its power, if I create a new item later on. If the item you request was only for one use, then its effects would remain permanent.

Jaune: Yes! My brilliance once more astonishes me!

Ambrosius: So, have you decided what you want?

Jaune: Yes, but satiate my curiosity first please.

Ambrosius: What is it?

Jaune: Time machines…?!

Ambrosius: No.

Jaune: Why? Because, changing the past to prevent some cheesy revenge, fate plot thing, opens a can of worms no one can predict, and the time machine never stops excisting, so long as I never return to any moment after this, unless I left, and kept the relic with me for all time, and eternity giving the possibility to travel threw time, forever?!

Ambrosius: Yes… Pretty much exactly that… Honestly, you actually gave me a few more reasons why I shouldn’t allow it…

Jaune: Cool.

Ambrosius: So… What do you actually want? Nothing like that I hope…

Jaune: No, no no… What I really want is something far more simpler.

~~~

Ruby: Jaune! The staff!

Jaune: Huh? Oh yeah, this was happening.

Salem: Give me that staff, boy!

Jaune: Sorry! I’ve got more important things to do with it! Whoa?!

Jaune quickly ducked, and rolled as an eldritch blast of energy flew over his head. All around him a battle was waged between himself, and the members of team RWBY. The rest of his team were fighting the hordes of Grimm to buy them some time to finish off, Salem before she managed to summon the gods to destroy this world.

Jaune: Ruby, catch!

Jaune threw the Relic of Creation at, Ruby who caught it ease.

Ruby: Got it!

Jaune: Now keep running, and don’t stop until its over!

Ruby: I’m on it!

Ruby soon engaged her semblance, and a flurry of rose petals flew all over the battlefield, ducking, and weaving past the broken rubble of the landscape about hem as, Salem sent bolts of magic towards the, Red Reaper.

Salem: Stand still, and DIE!!!

Jaune soon scoured the battlefield, and saw a familiar plum of blonde hair hiding behind a pile of rubble.

Jaune: Yang! Yang, you alright?

Yang: Yeah… My aura is pretty banged up though… can you top me off?

Jaune: Yeah sure.

Yang: Ahh… That’s the st…?! Fucking hell?! She nearly took my head off with that one?!

Jaune: Don’t worry, your hair is still fine.

Yang: Oh, thanks…?! Wait, why the hell are you so calm?! We’re in a life, and death situation here! Why do you seem so cheerful?!

Jaune: Because I have a plan! One that will surely end this for sure!

Yang: Is that why you’re grinning like a maniac.

Jaune: I also got my revenge, and killed, Cinder; I’m running on one hell of a high here!

Yang: Disturbing… So, what’s the plan?

Jaune: One that will fix the mistakes of the past, and change the fate of the world!

Yang: Less speeches, more plans!

Jaune: Got it! When, Salem is facing away from us, throw me at her!

Yang: Throw you?! Are you mad, you want me to throw you at her?

Jaune: I need to get close to her for this to work! This is the quickest way I can get there without getting blasted! And, we have to do it now before, Ruby exhausts herself! So, are we doing this, or not?!

Yang: Grrr…! Fine! But, lose the armour, you’re heavy as is!

Jaune: On it!

Jaune, soon, quickly started to strip out of his armour as Ruby frantically ran around them, dodging Salem’s magic with a hairs breath at times.

Yang: You ready?!

Jaune: Ready!

Yang soon grabbed, Jaune by the back of his collar, lifting him up, and preparing to throw him at the immortal witch.

Jaune: Oh, Yang, one more thing.

Yang: Y-Yeah…?

Jaune: That last blast from, Salem; yeah she burnt your hair.

Yang’s eyes quickly widened in rage, as her whole aura exploded in a magnitude of pure wrath in fury, and a blotch thirst of revenge the was scarcely seen as she scream in rage, launching Jaune towards the, Grimm Queen.

Jaune: Hahaha! Here we gooooo!!!

~~~

Ruby was fast, faster than most with her semblance, she she could probably out run a train, she’s pretty sure when they took that train to, Argus she did. But, it doesn’t matter how fast you are, you can only run for so long.

Ruby cried out in pain as one of, Salem’s magical bolts hit her square in the back, sending her, and the Relic of Creation flying to the ground. Ruby, ground as she tried to drag herself to the staff. When the mad cackling of a witch stopped her as she rolled over to her back to see the Grimm Queen tower over her.

Salem: Now now now, are we done playing cat, and mouse~?

Ruby: Never! I may be down, but I can still fight!

Salem: And, how are you going to do that when…? W-What is that…?! Ahh?!!

A scream of rage echoed through the air as Jaune flew threw the air, landing, on pinning, Salem to the ground, with him ontop of her.

Jaune: Got ya!

Salem: What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me you pest!

Jaune: No! Now stop squirming so I can end this!

Salem: You bastard! You think you can kill me?!

Jaune: No, but I can change the fate of the past, and take revenge for those that have fallen! The Grimm Queen dies here!

Jaune wrapped his left arm around. Salem’s neck, pulling her to the side. Salems hands burst into flames, grabbing ahold of, Jaune’s arm, burning through his aura as he struggled to maintain its hold.

Ruby: JAUNE, NO!!!

Jaune howled in pain as he pulled out a silver canister with a blue button on top of it. He quickly clicked the button letting a silver needle emerge from the bottom of the cylinder. Jaune screamed in rage as he drove the needle strain home, right into, Salem’s exposed neck.

Salem: AHHHH!!!!

Ruby watched in horror as she saw, Salem writhed in pain as a clear liquid, that shimmered like ripples of water under sunlight. Soon, Salem’s cries died down as he cries became haggard breaths of air as he body slowly stop struggling underneath him.

Ruby: …?!

Ruby: I-Is she dead?! Did you kill, Salem?

Jaune: Yes… and no.

Before, Ruby could ask what he meant by that, she heard, Salem groan as she started to stand. Ruby, made to stand, to reach for her weapon, but she was too injured to reach for it. Salem’s tried to reach out, when she felt, her hand grab a hold of his, and rose her to her knees, where she soon battered his hand away.

Salem: Get your hand off… of me…?

Ruby: N-No way…

Salem started in shear astonished, and awe as she gazed at her skin. The grey corpse like skin, with black veins we’re gone, now replaced with perfect smooth, and soft pale white flesh.

Salem: M-My skin… W-What’s happened to me?! W-What did you do to me?

Jaune: Had a chat with the Relic of Creation over there. Interesting fellow. I asked if he could make me something, I we couldn’t kill you, but we could ‘kill you,’ so I asked him to make me a little something for you.

Salem: W-What did you do?!

Jaune: I killed, ‘Salem yhe Grimm Queen.’ Now…

Jaune reached for his scroll, and turned on the camera function. Pointing it towards, Salem so she could gaze upon a long forgotten face. Her Human face.

Salem: My Gods…

Jaune: Now, you’re just, Salem. Welcome back, Salem.

///

This was fun! However, for a better challenge, ask one to do a story with say ten specific words, instead of three words, appearing three times each. Why? Because it hampers the effect of the story, where I can say avenge, which works better with the overall flow of the story, instead of trying to get a third revenge in.

Which I don’t think I could put it in three times. That’s just my fault for how I wrote it. But it did hamper me a bit.

Enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #penny polendina #rwby salem

[longwindedbore]

Today in “An attorney working for Donald Trump has to take enough mind-bending drugs to twist reality so as to come up with an ‘explanation’ of how a Trump…action…is somehow ONLY a borderline ‘legal’ irregularity.”

The discovery by the court appointed monitor:

‘…Jones said that she identified a loan between Trump himself and an entity related to Trump Chicago Tower that later turned out not to exist.

‘She was told that the loan was believed to total $48 million, but that there are no agreements memorializing it.

‘“However, in recent discussions with the Trump Organization, it indicated that it has determined that this loan never existed" and that it would be removed from subsequent forms, Jones wrote.’**

Attorney’s response:

‘“The Trump entities of course never said the loan did not exist," he wrote. "Rather, they provided a copy of an internal memorandum reflecting simply that 'no liabilities or obligations are outstanding' under the loan at that time."

Two comments

[1] If you will recall that as part of the frauds to which he has already been found liable, Trump also ‘charged’ fees to his own companies for use of the Trump Brand Name and added the non-existent money as added income to meet the wealth requirements of his ‘notarized under penalty of federal & state perjury and bank fraud’ applications for loans. (No he didn’t pay taxes on nonexistent income). So shenanigans are just part of the way he does business.

[2] The Monitor’s analysis -if accurate - would spare Trump an investigation by the IRS over violations of corporate law. The attorney’s would open a can of worms and certainly civil penalties with at least the federal government

(I’m not an attorney but i I worked for a Development Corporation which set up all its individual properties as Sub-Chapter S LLCs. A regulatory bookkeeping nightmare compared to a standard corporation.)

Trump’s Empire is 450 LLCs. LLCs are special categories of corporations any of which can go bankrupt individually without the other 449 having any financial liability.

No governmental entity forced Trump to use LLCs and abide by their stringent regulations. He could have set up a standard corporation.

One thing the corporation I worked for feared was the potential for co-mingling of funds between the separate LLCs by something as simple has charging an small item purchased for one building to another building.

Loaning $48 milllion from one LLC to another…

=====================================

So the attorney gave the public response that triggered Trump wanted for next five minutes.

Trump is an emotional toddler trapped in an aging adult body. He could easily have said, “Huh? The monitor already said it never existed. End of Story!”

But no-o-o…

In Trump’s traumatized mind NOBODY can EVER say that he ever made a single MISTAKE in his whole LIFE! EVER! Or he’ll SUE!

[the-archangel]

The opening and closing are brain worm that refused to go away until I wrote them down, so this is the word equivalent of a quick sketch I suppose!

--

“So the satellite exploding, that was you?”

“Mhm.”

“…and the pall of smoke over Arasaka tower, the cops and everything, that was you as well?”

“Erm, yeah I guess.”

The whole collapse of Arasaka, like, all of it, you’re telling me that was you?”

“S’pose.”

“By yourself?”

“Nah, Johnny was there too prolly more than me, and Rogue and Waylon, couldn’t’ve done all that by myself.”

“Huh, OK.”

Kerry had finally persuaded V to tell him about what happened that night and had sat there for the last couple of hours looking, in turn, incredulously and proudly at his mainline.

It had been a difficult few months, Kerry could only watch as V became sicker and less able to look after himself. The merc work dried up when he became too sick – and therefore unreliable – so Kerry looked after him at the villa, kept him active, made sure he was fed and that he drank enough, kept the fixers off his back, sat in the shower with him when it was all too much. Then, Kerry had to go to the studio one afternoon and V disappeared, left a message saying he was on a job and that was the last Kerry saw of him for two weeks, other than a cryptic phone call the next day.

That was the day the satellite exploded, that the tower fell, and that Arasaka was effectively wiped out. Kerry had a feeling that it must be something to do with where V had gone, even spent a couple of days searching around the streets near the tower hoping to find him, but V had taken himself to the Aldecaldos to mend, the separation of himself from Johnny had been more traumatic than he could’ve imagined, for a few days he could barely remember who he was and for a few weeks after that sadness would sometimes overwhelm him, but he felt ready to go home after a couple of weeks and Kerry finally got the call he’d been waiting for,

“Hey Ker, can you come get me?”

Kerry didn’t ask any questions then, he was just happy to have V back, albeit a sadder, thinner, less joyful version, but that was four months ago now and with them in their new condo, and V king of the Afterlife things should be looking good – except of course that V was still sick and was clearly planning something.

-

The morning V left, Kerry coped with it the only way he knew how, by pretending nothing was happening. He might’ve hugged his mainline a little tighter, spoken more openly than he was used to and found it difficult to look him in the eye, but everything was completely normal. Maybe V would have told him what was going on if he had asked, but that would have made it real, so he carried on in blissful ignorance, not even turning as the AV rose towards the sky for fear of the tears running down his cheeks never drying up.

-

What happened at the Crystal Palace is all over the feeds, Kerry has spent the night either glued to his holo waiting for news, or staring up at the now dark spot of the sky where the casino should be. He tells himself that V is the best solo there ever was, if this is his doing then he’ll be fine, whatever the plan was it clearly worked since the feeds are full of stories from evacuated guests telling how the lights went out when all the computers crashed.

For a week, Kerry barely sleeps, doesn’t eat at all and sits alone, waiting for news, good or bad he just needs to know.  After a further week, where Kerry had finally called Vik and Misty for help and is on nine different kinds of medication but at least eating again, he gets a mysterious message from an unknown number that just says, ‘Mission was a success, await further info.’

So he waits, for twenty-six more days he waits. Despite its vagueness the message gave him hope, somewhere out there V was alive. He manages to pick up his guitar again, though what comes out is utter scop, he even manages to do some writing, but what emerges is so personal it will never see the light of day. He buys things for the condo, a new bed, rugs, plants, subconsciously preparing for V’s return.

Finally, forty-one days, six hours and fourteen minutes since they last hugged on the balcony, the message arrives, ‘A car will be arriving shortly to convey you to your destination.’ Vague as ever, but enough.

The cigarette gets hastily stubbed out and Kerry rushes to get his first shower in, well he’s lost count as it goes but it’s been a while. He changes into track pants and one of V’s old shirts and grabs his jacket, piles some clothes into a bag and waits, unsure of what to do next. Fortunately, he doesn’t have long to wait, Del is downstairs so Kerry bolts to the elevator cursing at its slowness.

It’s dark by the time the car reaches its destination, Kerry lost track of where they were a long time ago, but it’s nowhere that he recognises. A huge, non-descript metal building miles from anywhere, no signage, no windows. A white-coated bland-faced doctor meets him at reception chattering about something or other, asking him to sign forms which he does without reading them and leads him down winding corridors before finally opening a door and walking away.

Kerry enters the gloomy room cautiously, his Kiroshis take a while to adjust to the lack of light but a bed can be made out against the far wall so he heads towards it quietly gasping as he sees the sleeping figure lying there. “V…” he breathes, rushing the final few feet and kneeling at the man’s bedside.

He runs the back of a calloused finger over the cleanly-shaved cheek and brings the tips of his fingers down through the tangled mess of his hair, pushing away stray strands from his face as he goes. Those goddamn beautiful eyes slowly open and crinkle adorably at the sides as he smiles, “Ker…” the voice is small and rough but unmistakably V.

-

After two nights of Kerry sleeping precariously on the edge of V’s bed - despite there being a perfectly serviceable second bed in the room – V is well enough to sit in a chair and is looking forward to going home at the end of the week, albeit in a wheelchair and rattling with a dozen different forms of medication.

“You’re all good now? Gonna be stuck with you for the rest of my life and all that shit?” Kerry asks hopefully.

“Mhm,”

“And the unscheduled rocket that took off, that the feeds were all over, that was you?”

“I guess.”

“All the shit with the Crystal Palace blowing, put it right out of service, that was you too?”

“S’pose.”

“By yourself?”

“Yeah, yeah I did it by myself.”

“Shit V, I’m the proudest man alive, but tell me you’re gonna give it a rest now.”

“Course Ker, well, for a while anyways.”

#kerry is my muse #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk v #male v #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk kerry #kerry x male v

[squadron-of-damned]

Gamt :)

A quote of them that you remember

A childhood headcanon

Sexuality hc!

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Future headcanon

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

Gant! :)

I shall go with the classic: "There are only three people I watch out for: Me, Myself, and I." But the actual 'quote' I remember being most impactful is just when he stands there like this

for several seconds before the text starts running. The ultimate "..."

He had (or maybe still has) a brother, Norm, with whom he very much does not get along. Not as in that they hurt each other, but ever since they were kids they had vastly different views on the world. Of the two of them, Damon was the nice/kind one. As for himself, he was the kind of "I will do a Thing just to see what happens", but he didn't do many Things, because msot of the time he was able to very well reach the logical conclusion of what would happen. So it was more along the lines of "Will everyone actually evacuate orderly as trained if the fire alarm sounds?" (answer: No) and not "What's going to happen if I tear a bugs' legs off/dissect a live worm/etc.?" (6 yo Damon didn't know that the proper word for opening up a living being is "vivisection" and not "dissection", which is reserved for the deceased.)

He is definitely aromantic, and either asexual (sex-positive) or pansexual who doesn't really care for the attraction much. Damon will have sex when he feels like it with the first willing person with whom he thinks it's going to be good.

I am undecided between "manipulating Lana by threatening to reveal her little sister to be a murderer" and "playing the organ so loud that it rendered people temporarily deaf". Leaning towards the organ thing, honestly. For Lana he had a solid reason.

He would be very much a "let's talk about this" parent. Not the type to get angry, but also if you caused yourself a problem (especially if daddy Damon told you not to do the thing), he would not lend a helping hand, at all. Also the kid would get introduced to baby Franziska, Daddy would insist you are best friends, and let Fran do most of the "parenting". You'd grow up fine, but plenty of times you'd look back at your early life and suddenly realise "huh, that was kind of fucked up." Where 'that' would be things like getting a tutorial how to do drugs and not get caught, unarmed and armed self-defense, how to drive your colleague up the wall just by existing, and so on. Your teen friends would think he is cool in that laid back way, and after they'd leave, he'd say "honestly I hoped you know how to keep yourself in a decent company, but I can't be right all the time".

After his prison sentence is over (he had a good case and a good defense), he gets hired by a small café the woner of which had done some prison time too and knows how hard it is to get back on your feet with 'murder' or 'manslaughter' in your CV. It's supposed to be a temporary thing, but Damon finds out he is fascinated what kind of fucked up orders people are able to make and willingly drink (unicorn caramel decaf mocaccino).

Additional future headcanon: While still in prison, his assigned psychologist/therapist talked to him precisely once and after ten minutes concluded: "No, I really can't work with you. You know the textbook answers, you can improvise a whole new personality. I am good, but not good enough to work with that. And I can't tell when you are honest." "You are probably the first person who could tell. Have a nice one, doc, I'll send a word if I need you, ey?" And then they never talked again.

I ultimately choose to believe that Damon knew precisely what Blaise Debeste had been up to since day 1, and the whole chokehold he was holding the Prosecutors' Office in via Lana was directly to counter that as much as possible.

I honestly think that Damon figured out early on that "being himself" unnerves people greatly and people are horrible to work with when they are that kind of nervous. He had the set of various personas, the larger-than-life friendly one, the threatening one... He was himself basically only when he was overlooking a crime scene and in his head there were patterns flashing back and fro as he analyzed the situation.

#damon gant #my orange precious

[mournus]

Tagged by @anedendarkly

tagging everyone who wants to!! <3<3

Character: Nachim (Mai & Sean under read more)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name: Kaho named him 'Nachimban' after the Korean word for compass.  

Eye colour: Grey

Hair style / colour: Constantly changing, he loves dyeing his hair and trying new things.

Height:  6'5"

Clothing style: DRAMATIC

Best physical feature: His body, his smile, his eyes, take ur pick

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: "Me? Ha. I have no fears." (Commitment. He's afraid of commitment.)

Your guilty pleasure: "Guilt is foreign to me. Just ask Leila."

Your ambitions for the future: "It's simple. I will be a pirate king, and the world will bow to the most powerful pirate crew of all time."

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thoughts waking up: "I think of my plan for the day." 

What you think about most: "Where to go next, what to do next." 

What you think about before bed: "Tomorrow."

What you think your best quality is: "Ah... can you pick your favourite petal of a rose? Isn't it the way all petals come together that make it so beautiful?"

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: "Well... that depends on how adventurous everyone is."

To be loved or respected: "Isn't respect less fickle?"

Beauty or brains: "Surely it depends on the situation.

Dogs or cats: "I prefer cats."

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: "There is no reason to."

Believe in yourself: "Of course. What kind of fool doesn't?"

Believe in love: "I believe... in the choice to devote yourself."

Want someone: "The ocean is my first love. How will I find someone who can compete?"

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: "We have a stage on the ship, but other than that, no."

Done drugs: "I tried them when I was human. Not quite as exciting as they were made out to be."

Changed who you were to fit in: "That would be a fate worse than death."

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favourite colour: "Maybe black? Or red."

Favourite animal: "I like sharks. Even if one left a mark on my leg."

Favourite movie: "I like Disney movies. Any Disney movie. They are all my favourites."

Favourite book: "I can't say I have much time to read."

Favourite game: "Any that involve drinking."

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: "January the 10th, as it is every year."

How old will you be: "240. Don't ask me my skincare routine, it's a trade secret. Ha."

Age you lost your virginity: "Hmm... I can't remember. I was a teenager."  

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: "Vibrant. Enthusiastic."

Best eye colour: "I like Rak's pink eyes."

Best hair colour: "Something crazy."

Best thing to do with a partner: "World domination."

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: "My crew."

I feel: "Excited."

I hide: "Very little."

I miss: "Hm... my first crew. When I was human."

I wish: "For my adventure to never end."

Character: Mai

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name:  Mai

Eye colour: Black

Hair style / colour: Black, cut short, either just above her shoulders or just below her ears

Height:  5'6"

Clothing style: A little plain but pretty, likes bright colours.

Best physical feature: Eyes or lips

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: "You're tryna open up a whole can of worms, huh?" Being imperfect. 

Your guilty pleasure: "Eating whole tubs of ice cream! ... I guess that's not really something to feel guilty about once you're dead, though?"

Your ambitions for the future: "I want to find out what makes reapers able to heal. I want to find a way to replicate it and make it accessible to humans."

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thoughts waking up: "Five more minutes."

What you think about most: "Practicing my powers, or learning more about us."

What you think about before bed: "All the mistakes I made that day..."

What you think your best quality is: "I mean... I guess I'm smart?"

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: "Any date is a win in my book."

To be loved or respected: "Loved."

Beauty or brains: "Beauty comes with less responsibility than brains. So beauty."

Dogs or cats: "Dogs!"

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: "Not really. Not anymore."

Believe in yourself: "Probably not..."

Believe in love: "I really want to."

Want someone: "Yeah. A lot."

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: "I've performed on stage, yeah."

Done drugs: "No way. Don't do drugs!"

Changed who you were to fit in: "Yeah..."

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favourite colour: "Purple."

Favourite animal: "Rabbits."

Favourite movie: "Twilight never gets old. Don't hate on me that."

Favourite book: "... Literally anything romantic is my favourite."

Favourite game: "Otome games for sure."

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: "July 2nd."

How old will you be: "30... gross."

Age you lost your virginity: "18." 

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: "Warm and happy and inviting. Safe."

Best eye colour: "I don't really care."

Best hair colour: "Uhh. I'm not bothered."

Best thing to do with a partner: "Dance?"

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: "Making memories."

I feel: "... Nervous."

I hide: "My feelings?"

I miss: "The childhood I never got to have."

I wish: "I could start over." 

Character: Sean

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name: Sean

Eye colour: Brown

Hair style / colour: Buzzcut brown

Height:  5'11"

Clothing style: T-shirt and jeans

Best physical feature: Jaw line fr

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: "Getting kidnapped again is pretty up there."

Your guilty pleasure: "Maybe I like... sucking dick a bit... too much."

Your ambitions for the future: "Jus' bein' happy is ambition enough for me."

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thoughts waking up: "What should I eat?"

What you think about most: "What events are going on."

What you think about before bed: "The next day."

What you think your best quality is: "Oh - maybe... I'm pretty good at instruments an' DJing an' stuff?"

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: "Single for sure!"

To be loved or respected: "Loved, man, respect is so... parent and evil boss."

Beauty or brains: "Brains!"

Dogs or cats: "I like both. Maybe dogs?"

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: "Nah."

Believe in yourself: "Maybe a normal amount."

Believe in love: "Definitely." 

Want someone: "Of course. Love is nice."

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: "Plenty."

Done drugs: "Nope."

Changed who you were to fit in: "Back when I wasn't out, yeah."

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favourite colour: "Grey?"

Favourite animal: "Snakes." For reasons.

Favourite movie: "Brokeback Mountain was pretty cool to me when it first came out."

Favourite book: "I don't read much."

Favourite game: "Charades? Pretty old school."

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: "November 3rd."

How old will you be:  "A hundred and... fourteen. Yikes."

Age you lost your virginity: "Next question." Eight. 

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: "Someone always up for a good time who is kind."

Best eye colour: "Any."

Best hair colour: "Any."

Best thing to do with a partner: "Laugh and play." 

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: "Music."

I feel: "Chill."

I hide: "Regret."

I miss: "My family."

I wish: "I could see my ma' again."

#nachim #mai #sean

[just-eyobis]

A Quick Retelling of Finding Myself

[Plain text: A Quick Retelling of Finding Myself. End.]

(tldr at the end.)

I don't know how or why it happened but I hated myself pretty much ever since I was 10 years old. Around that time things slowly spiraled from there. I started to become more withdrawn, people who used to be my friends started picking on me, and schoolwork became harder to complete. Talking to people was difficult and at times I forgot how to smile, how to react when people acknowledged me.

Over the next decade, I started to hate how I looked, that I was left handed, that I was going to grow up into a woman, and how I couldn't function as people wanted me to. I wanted to harm myself, I wanted to die, I wanted to stop being here. Thankfully those stayed as thoughts, but they were almost all consuming.

My level of faith changed twice during all of this and it was a huge help in getting the edge off. But it wasn't enough to get rid of it all.

I was in college now, things were still hard. I moved out of my parents house, got a job, became food poor. And oddly? I was better despite how difficult it was. Still hated myself though.

Then, around my 27th birthday, this acquaintance of an acquaintance asked me why in the world I didn't have sex with my then boyfriend and what was wrong with me. Excuse me??

That opened a can of worms. I realized a lot of things I thought were not true were things other people assumed to be true by default. Eventually that lead me to find out that a term I had heard of and made fun of over a decade prior was actually applicable to me.

I was Asexual.

I kept learning more and more about the queer community and other LGBT identities. I broke up with my boyfriend for reasons, moved back in with my parents for other reasons, and graduated college in the following three years. I started following other asexuals on social media and heard them talk about how their relationship towards their gender changed because they were Ace. I was thinking, "well that won't happen to me, I'm still a girl, right? Right??"

Thankfully my brain told me I was being silly and reminded me of how I avoided calling people women until they did, how I hated the thought of being a woman when younger, and how I read up on DemiGirls a decade ago and said "huh, I relate to this a lot."

After a lot of introspection, I realized that I was Nonbinary and somewhere on the Aromantic spectrum. I also realized that I could also be Autistic and have ADHD.

But I was still upset.

That is, until earlier this year on my way to work I realized something. I was thinking about how much I've hated myself for two decades, a whole 66% of my life. And then it just clicked. The person who I hated didn't exist! I hated myself as a cisgender, heterosexual, neurotypical woman. That wasn't me! I was none of those things and had been trying to fit myself into that box for so long. I was a whole new person.

Since then I've been giving myself more grace. I'm still learning about who I am and slowly unlearning the false perception that I had been carrying my whole life. Yes there are still many times I fail and hate myself again. But it's nowhere near the levels as before nor as often.

I am so so thankful that I found myself. I am so thankful that I'm me.

And I'm thankful that you're here too. Thanks for reading.

Tl;dr: I am thankful for who I am now and not who I thought I was. I'm happier for it, it just took two decades to find it.

#queer stuff #self harm mention #suicidal thoughts #asexual #aromantic #neurodivergent #Nonbinary #queer christian #just thinking #long post

[smieska-draws]

Hello. How are you and your health? Well... in general... I wanted to ask a few questions. 1 - When did you learn to draw and why did you want to do it? 2 - What are your favorite hobbies? 3 - When did you get to know Undertale and Deltarune? 4 - What are your favorite characters of these two games? 5 - How do you feel about such ships as Asrisk and Krilsei?

oh butts I only just saw this ;0;' sorry for the delay!

I'm doing alright, 'cautiously optimistic' is more like it...!

1 - I've always been attracted to making things and seeing how things are made. I remember always looking in awe as a kid when my dad would open up the VHS player to clean it and he would show me how it worked.

So naturally, I kinda just always stuck with drawing because I loved reading comics, I would doodle in class, flipbooks, all that good stuff. I started "taking it seriously" (ex: became obsessed with digimon) at like.. 13 or something, as you do. I lived in the middle of nowhere in the 2000s with primitive internet so I had to teach myself how to draw. I remember constantly taking out the only book on artist anatomy in the library several times.. deviantart tutorials were starting to pop up so mid 2000s there were some of those... But it was pretty much just through observation and making my friends pose for me while I drew lol (I have a whole can of worms about that but oop i won't rant)

2- Bringing back the 'creating of things', I low key scold myself everytime I get invested in a new craft. I really wish crafts were more appreciated instead of it being seen as an old lady or kid thing.. So I enjoy a lot of crafts!!! Sewing, embroidery, painting, MAKING paint, making paper/bookbinding, beading, crocheting, stained glass, cooking/baking, so many damn things. My absolute favourite types of videos to watch are the 'making sculptures out of trash', or restorations (paintings, consoles or old things) just.. HNG. CREATING STUFF AND SEEING HOW THERE'S MADE. AAA 😔👌

3 - When it initially blew up lol it came out in September 2015, I was visiting back home and just enjoying autumn, but my tumblr dashboard was getting inundated with two cartoon skeletons and something about spaghetti? So in October I went back to my apartment and thought 'huh ok lets give it a shot i guess', BAM. heart full, tears wept. Gote boi hugged.

Deltarune was more of a surprise lol Since that day before halloween in 2018, the undertale twitter was being cryptic so I thought it was going to be a Gaster reveal or something. Nope, he just ... dropped a whole ass game on halloween. Amazing. I remember zooming home in the rain after work to play it. I thought it was a troll by Toby, like he saw all the endless AUs being made and decided as a joke he'd make his own AU. But... the game kept going and I thought, 'ok this is too elaborate to be a prank omg' ALSO, seeing Ralsei all cloaked up and mysterious, i sus'd him out IMMEDIATELY (mainly because my fav is Asriel and YOU KNOW the first thing i did was hug Ralsei because i cried like a baby in undertale) The one thing I wanted from undertale was for Asriel to be by your side and supporting you (instead of being a sneaky soulless flower) and HELL YEAH I GOT MY WISH. AAAA

5 - meh I've never been a shipper of any kind. Even when I have 2 characters do a thing together that people immediately go 'OMG HAVE THEM KISS' i'm just like '??? no ??? they're very close friends, are they not allowed' idk idk i feel like i'm on the outside of things like that. I personally despise labels and I just like to play with characters and their different personalities, stories and stuff. Its like playing in a sandbox.

#smii tries not to rant