#i couldn't call in sick because we're in high season

[feverflushed]

Unimportant rant in the tags but idk where else to vent

#so i have a genetic illness that causes a plethora of problems including intense joint pain and dislocations #today i woke up and everything hurts so bad that i couldn't breathe #i couldn't call in sick because we're in high season #and my colleague had her day off today so i was the only one who could get the job done #on a regular off work day i would just take enough painkillers to knock over a horse and use my mobility aids more #and just go on with my day #but the sheer ableism at my workplace makes it really hard for me to rely on aids #i am already bullied enough for wearing braces UNDER MY CLOTHES #the last thing i want is to give them more reasons to mock me and relying on crutches to get around would definitely be the final blow #but i'm just so damn sore that i wonder how i'll manage to get to the end of my shift when I have to climb stairs and walk arounf #people at my workplace really use the c word as an insult #i reclaimed it for myself but hearing ableds use it so nonchalantly just angers me so much #i love my job but i hate the vibe here #unrelated #rant

[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings 2

That makes two

Chan couldn't have predicted just how chaotic the following day would be until Minho called him to let him know that Jeongin wouldn't be able to attend his schedule today. When the leader went over to their dorm to check on the maknae early that morning, he found his dongsaeng on the couch with Minho rubbing his back. The maknae's face was pale and clammy, bloodshot eyes with dark circles underneath. His breathing quick and panting. "Hey, Minho wasn't joking when he said you're sick", Chan cooed as he crouched in front of Jeongin, "What's going on?" The youngest's glossy eyes met his and the boy visibly swallowed before trying to explain. Resting his hand on his dongsaeng's thigh, Minho hummed: "Innie had a really bad sore throat when he got home last night and went to bed early, exhausted because he was developing a fever. He had taken some medicine and we thought everything would be okay but the medicine barely helped his fever and once the coughing started, sleeping was close to impossible." Jeongin nodded tiredly, rubbing his eyes. "His voice is also pretty close to cutting out and he can't be on his feet for more than a few minutes", Minho added, "The only place Innie's going is back to bed." – "Agreed", Chan hummed, pulling out his phone, "I'm going to call management. Changbin's sick too, so I would've had to call them soon anyway. Can you guys make sure he has everything he might need while we're gone?" Minho nodded, patting Jeongin's back as a tear trailed down the boy's cheek. "And Innie", Chan smiled softly, "Get lots of rest and feel better, yeah?" Sniffling softly, the maknae nodded and wiped his eyes before Minho helped him to his feet.

Chan walked back to his own dorm while he was on the phone with their manager, which was a good thing because would've been pacing the living room otherwise. He knew how inconvenient two sick members were to their schedules but with how awful Jeongin had looked Chan already doubted he could be left home by himself, let alone be dragged along to any part of their schedule. Though the leader hadn't seen Changbin yet, he doubted the rapper was faring much better, so there was no way around adjusting their schedule and their management would have to accept that, no matter how inconvenient. Chan felt his position confirmed when he entered the dorm and found Changbin in the kitchen making tea. The younger was pale, a feverish flush high on his cheekbones and a glossy look in his eyes when he turned to look at Chan.

"Hey, what're you doing up, mate?", Chan hummed, walking up behind his dongsaeng, "I thought you'd use the opportunity to sleep in late. You surely do look like you could've done with a few more hours of sleep." Giving the leader a tired smile, Changbin rasped: "Woke up early and my head hurt too much to go back to sleep, so I figured I'd have a small breakfast and take medicine before laying back down. My throat was kinda irritated though, so I'm starting with tea, then breakfast, then medicine and lastly my bed." – "That sounds like a well thought through strategy", Chan chuckled, brushing the other's sweaty curls out of his face to feel his forehead, "Would you be open to some little adjustments?" – "Depends", Changbin whispered, turning aside to cough, "I'm pretty open when it comes to what I'll eat for breakfast, though I don't have much of an appetite. I'd really like to take medicine, so please no adjustments there, and I'd also really like to go back to bed afterwards, so...." The leader hummed in understanding before asking: "Does it have to be your own bed?"

Changbin gave him a more than confused look. Was he so feverish that he didn't understand what the older was getting at? "The thing is, Innie's sick too. Like really, really sick", Chan explained, "I was just over at their dorm after Minho called me and I don't think leaving him by himself would be a good idea. He didn't look well enough to make the walk over here, so maybe you could go over and spend the day there. I'm pretty sure you two have similar plans consisting of sleeping, sleeping, maybe a movie and more sleeping. At least, I hope so." – "Well, shit", Changbin sighed, "Of course, I'll stay with him. What's wrong? It's his throat, isn't it? He already sounded bad yesterday." Chan nodded, toying with the phone in his hands before repeating what Minho had told him: "Yeah, his voice is almost gone by now. Similar to you, he got a fever last night. Apparently, he didn't sleep because he's been coughing too much to rest. Certainly looked like he didn't sleep a wink." – "Aww, poor baby bread", Changbin sniffled sympathetically, "I'll eat a bite and take medicine, so I can be a little more functional before getting my bag and going over there." Chan thanked him quietly, reminding: "He'll probably sleep for most of the day and so should you. You're not on bedside duty or anything, it'd just ease my nerves to know neither of you is alone in case it goes downhill." Changbin hummed in understanding, taking a sip of his tea.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Changbin made his way over to his friends' dorm and smiled when a text from Felix popped up on his phone. 'You can stay in my room if the plushies on my bed don't bother you.' As if the Aussie's plushies had ever bothered him before. He texted back a short 'thank you' before letting himself in, a tiny bit disappointed that the other members had already left. The dorm was quiet and Changbin decided to check on Jeongin first, so he'd know what they were dealing with. Chan hadn't been exaggerating when he said the boy looked awful. At first, it seemed like Jeongin was asleep when Changbin peaked into the room but the maknae soon rolled over, burying his face into his pillow to cough. It sounded so painful, it made the rapper's own throat ache in sympathy.

Quietly slipping into the room, Changbin took a seat on the edge of the bed and gently rubbed Jeongin's back through the blanket. The youngest startled for a second before remembering Minho telling him that the rapper would come over. Since he couldn't seem to catch his breath, Changbin helped him sit up and patted his back. It took a moment bit but the fit eventually tapered off and after clearing his throat with a wince, Jeongin looked up at his hyung. "I didn't think a little rain would get to me like this", the maknae pouted, his voice barely above a whispered. Ruffling the boy's sweaty hair, Changbin smiled sadly: "That makes two."

While Jeongin slowly dozed off after accepting a few sips of water, Changbin set up the humidifier in the living room. The rapper brewed a large pot of tea and went to collect a few blankets from the hallway closet and the box under Felix' bed. The Aussie had a massive collection of fluffy blankets, that were always dug out when the group found the time to have a movie night, so Changbin knew the younger was fine with them using them. Though he was far to tired to cook something complicated, Changbin prepared a large pot of soup, which only had to simmer for another hour or two after he had added all the ingredients. It was easy enough and he figured their diet would mainly consist of soup for the next few days if the ache in his throat was anything to go by. The steam made his nose run and Changbin tore of a paper towel to blow his nose, triggering a flurry of itchy sneezes. Cleaning himself up, the rapper cleared his throat and washed his hands.

Tears still dotted his lashes when he turned back to the stove, surprised to find that Jeongin had snuck up on him. The maknae wore his blanket like a cape but was still shivering, sleepily rubbing his nose into the soft material of his blanket. Opening his arms for a hug, Changbin hummed: "What do you need, Innie? I thought you'd be asleep." – "Can't sleep", Jeongin rasped, "'m too sore an' restless to sleep, so I wanted to see what you were up to." A faint smile tugged on Changbin's lips as he realized the youngest had needed company and eagerly accepted the hug. "Well, I made tea and set up the living room in case you wanted to watch a movie with me", the rapper explained, "I'm also making soup so we only have to heat it up if we get hungry later." – "Are you very busy with the soup?", Jeongin pouted softly. Being on his feet for so long made him feel lightheaded but he didn't want to be alone in his room. Having to support an increasing amount of his dongsaeng's weight, Changbin cooed: "If you want, you can get comfortable in the living room and pick a movie already. Sip some tea and I'll be there in a couple of minutes, yeah?"

Jeongin weakly plopped down on the couch, lifting the corner of his blanket to his face. His throat burned as he coughed, tears stinging his eyes. Vision blurry with tears, he spotted the teapot on the coffee table but knew his hands would be shaking too hard to pour himself a cup. His lungs crackled with congestion when he forced in a breath, desperately looking up at Changbin who had come to check on him. Keeping one hand on his dongsaeng's shoulder to steady him, the rapper used the other hand to pour a cup of tea. "You're okay", Changbin promised, patting Jeongin's back, "Do you want to try taking a sip? See if it helps at all?" The maknae nodded, removing one of his hands from the blanket to accept the cup. Afraid the younger would spill it and burn himself, Changbin steadied his hand as he lifted it to his lips. A tear ran down Jeongin's flushed cheek. The warmth felt so nice on his raw throat if only the coughing would stop, so he could drink more than a single sip at a time.

When the fit eventually tapered off, Jeongin sank back into the cushions and covered his face with his hands. Changbin wasn't surprised at all anymore that the youngest hadn't gotten much sleep if any the previous night from what he had witnessed in the past half hour and he truly pitied him. It didn't make sense though because Changbin was the one who had truly gotten soaked while Jeongin only got his feet wet, yet here they were, the maknae in far rougher shape than him.

Rubbing his chest, Jeongin grimaced and forced in a deep breath. It made Changbin frown, worried the younger might have something worse than a cold. "Innie, does your chest hurt?", the rapper asked carefully. Jeongin shrugged, his face still tense. Gently cupping his dongsaeng's cheek, Changbin whispered: "I'm afraid this isn't just a cold. What if you got yourself pneumonia?" Sitting up straight, Jeongin pulled his blanket a little tighter and shook his head. "My chest does feel sore", the maknae breathed, "But it's more like my ribs, back and muscles are achy from all the coughing. I- I don't think it's my lungs." – "Alright, can you have some more tea for me? Even if it's just a cold, you need to stay hydrated", Changbin hummed, refilling Jeongin's cup.

While Jeongin slowly sipped his tea, eventually picking up the remote with a trembling hand, Changbin went back to the kitchen and finished up the last few vegetables for their soup. The younger could hear him sneezing and wondered what spices he might be using for them to set him off like this. "Did you pick a movie?", Changbin asked when he returned from the kitchen, brushing his knuckles against his still itchy nose. Giving the older a small smile, Jeongin nodded and pointed at the screen. Recognizing the romance his dongsaeng had picked, Changbin chuckled: "Alright, I'll be there in a moment. Just going to grab a few sick supplies that might be useful. Anything specific you need me to fetch." At first, Jeongin shook his head but then Changbin harshly twisted to the side, catching a forceful sneeze in his fist. "Bless", the younger mumbled, "You should get tissues." – "Yup, most definitely need tissues", the rapper sniffled before heading to the bathroom.

After cleaning himself up, Changbin grabbed tissues, cough syrup and vapor rub and headed to the living room. He placed the tissues onto the coffee table and handed Jeongin the vapor rub, instructing: "Please, rub that on your chest while I measure out the cough syrup for you." The maknae complied, applying the strongly scented balm to his sore muscles. Changbin then handed him the cough syrup before fetching a bag of cough drops from the kitchen. Once Jeongin had knocked back the cough syrup rinsing it down with some tea to get rid of the taste, Changbin took a seat next to him and offered him a cough drop. They settled in comfortably under their blankets, Changbin's own exhaustion catching up on him now that he wasn't focused solely on his dongsaeng anymore. Sinking into the cushions with a deep sigh, the rapper got a good whiff of the vapor rub on Jeongin's chest and tiredly brought his wrist up to his face as his breath hitched. Changbin caught two throat-scraping sneezes against his wrist before accepting the tissues Jeongin handed him and sneezing once more into the tissues. He blew his nose, which only trigged two more sneezes, so after those he just lightly swiped at his nose before clearing his throat. Hearing how scratchy his sneezes had become, Jeongin had poured him a cup of tea, which he gratefully accepted. "Bless you", the maknae mouthed, handing Changbin a cough drop once he had placed down the cup after having a few sips. The rapper thanked him hoarsely, muttering: "At this rate, your vapor rub is going to clear my congestion in now time. Hopefully it's just as effective on you." Jeongin laughed tiredly, which inevitably turned into another cough before cuddling up to his hyung, so they could start their movie.

Unsurprisingly, neither of them witnessed the ending, both knocked out within no time. They also didn't read Chan's text, which would've let them know that their illness didn't have anything to do with the rain they had been caught in. Apparently, there was also some external staff at the photoshoot they had been at and one of them had been sick, spreading it to half the JYP staff, so it was safe to say there were more cancellations and postponements in their schedule than there usually were. It also explained why their manager had been so stressed about Chan's call that morning but on the upside, more cancellations meant more time that the members could care for their sick friends. 

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #stray kids #sick #skz #snz

[saintsir4n]

6

WARNINGS: NUDITY, SMUT

SUMMER grew increasingly hot and Calypso loved the long days, catching both tans and tan likes that enriched her skin. The heat ensured they all basked in the water and swam around in the lengthy pond.

But Calypso didn't swim, no she hated it because she couldn't. Only unless Felix carried her through. Neck down she was soaked, bathing suit clinging to her body, leaving very little to the imagination and oh did the boys imagine.

Breakfast was made awkward as Oliver didn't know what to do or how to operate, claiming he wanted over-easy eggs before returning them when he voiced they made him sick. Quite embarrassing really all whilst the topic of doppelgangers occurred, sending a chilling thought over the entire room.

It was made clear to Calypso that Oliver was gaining more confidence when he joined them in the field, where nudity was welcomed and clothes were not. The Catton bloodline spread out, leaving the Danforth girl to lay next to Venetia, where she glossed over the pages of the last Harry Potter book.

It took Calypso a while to read the books, due to her despising boarding schools and to her, Harry Potter was a child who continuously got hurt whilst attending one and no amount of magic could protect him.

She preferred to focus on the words of the pages instead of the weirdness that was a family naked in a field as she would never do this with her siblings.

Felix, who sucked on a lollipop stared at her, yearning to see the tattoo on her stomach, but was grateful she was lying down, or Farleigh would make a flirty comment or an approaching Oliver would take a peek at what believed only he could see.

But her arse was turned to the sun, on show and what a tremendous show it was, not even the high grass could cover it.

"We're over here, Ollie!" Venetia greeted the toned boy with a waving hand.

"Hi, mate," Felix called out.

"Hey," Farleigh scanned him, "No trunks are allowed in the field."

They all burst out laughing as he pondered what to do next and to their surprise he pulled down his pants, revealing what they didn't expect.

"Well, well, well," Farleigh chuckled.

Calypso didn't think there was much to see and turned back to the book.

"Leave him alone," Felix warned after removing the lollypop from his mouth, watching as Oliver stumble through.

"Good for you," Farleigh applauded him.

"What a twist," Venetia used the book to conceal her grin.

"Watch out for thistles, mate," Felix advised, "Thistles, they're everywhere. Seasonal."

"And they like small things," Calypso mumbled, making Venetia cackle, "I meant his height."

"Sure you did, trouble," Venetia snickered.

___

The summer festivities continued, and tennis became a favoured activity to dress up and play.

Calypso only partook in the game if she knew she would get a shot over the net, which she was rewarded with a ton of alcohol.

"Olly olly olly, tits in the trolley, balls in the biscuit tin," She cheered him on when he and Felix won another point as if anyone was really taking score.

"Sitting on the grass, finger up his arse," the Catton siblings joined in.

"Playing with his ding-a-ling-ling," Farleigh sang along.

Calypso was then ushered over from the sidelines and given a racket to use, successfully hitting the ball over the net, only just but it was good enough.

Oliver tried to pour champagne into her mouth at Felix's request, going a little overboard as the liquid dribbled out of her mouth.

"Easy mate you're gonna drown her," Felix joked, pulling the bottle away.

Oliver cast her an apologetic look, "Sorry."

"You can't drown from champagne," Venetia slurred.

"You can drown anything if you're submerged enough."

Everyone turned to look at Oliver before Felix burst out laughing.

"Christ," Calypso wiped her mouth which was sticky with Champagne.

"Sorry," Oliver repeated.

"What the fuck, Olly," Felix brought Calypso closer, going as far as to lick the excess alcohol from her chin.

An act that earned mixed reactions.

Farleigh smacked the ball at them making Venetia cheer.

Oliver forced out a smile as he eyed the two who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"It's supposed to go over the back line," Calypso whined after Felix shielded her with his body, flipping off his cousin.

"I'll put you over the back line in a minute," Farliegh taunted.

"Like to see you try!"

She already slipped out of Felix's grasp when she saw Farliegh charging her way, yelling and making the others laugh.

___

Days passed and Calyspo started locking her bedroom door whenever she slept, anxious about the blue eyes she thought she caught between consciousness.

She told Felix and he had been suggesting she stay in his room ever since their intimate night, he'd been making it apparent that he was desperate for her and she hadn't given in. Where she obtained the willpower was a mystery.

So early in the morning, she found herself talking to Oliver, not intentionally, no, she would never do that. He questioned her about how she slept and if she was okay. Attempting to be caring, which she surprisingly didn't mind until he started hitting her with some heavy questions.

She returned the favour by asking, "Want a cig?" she offered him as they lounged on sunbathing chairs.

He nodded and took one, "Thanks." it wasn't until he caught her odd expression that he said, "What?"

"Felix told me that you don't smoke."

Oliver didn't reply straight away, fueling her intrigue. "Started recently."

"Right," she smirked as she exhaled.

"Do you get jealous?" he suddenly asked, earning a chuckle.

"There is nothing I want in this life that could make me jealous. If I want something, I get it or wait my turn. I won't take it, because most of the time it's already mine," she answered, turning on her back as he decided to stand near her, towel wrapped around his bare neck.

"So there is nothing you desire then? That you want?" he uttered, dragging his eyes over her bikini, that stuck m to her glowing skin.

"Desire is just another word for lust. Sure I lust over things," she opted to say.

"And they lust over you," he stated, making her grin.

He shuffled closer, causing his shadow to prevent again sun rays from reaching her.

"And you'd be right. But I don't want to be desired or lusted over. To be loved is far better."

Oliver glanced around at the orange horizon and said, "Felix told me about your family. About your parents."

Calypso sighed, "Of course he did. He needs to be silenced that one. But they're trapped in their stage of love. Keeping a hold of it so me and my brothers can see what we should have," she took another drag, "It's fine, I don't blame them. Love shouldn't be shared. It should be confined to one person."

"And do you have that person?" Oliver pressed, just when Felix emerged, beaming at the sight of her, he barely acknowledged his friend.

"What are you two yapping about?" he asked, sitting between her legs.

Calypso in turn wrapped them around his torso and kissed his shoulder.

"My course. Oliver is interested in Ancient Philosophy," she informed, making Oliver cock his head to the side.

It was a lie, but she knew the information would get relayed back to Felix eventually.

"Oh, It's sick mate," Felix said, smiling up at her.

Oliver nodded, grabbing his shades to conceal his eyes, "Right, it is." 

"Orpheus and Eurydice has she told you that one Olly?"

"She dies doesn't she?"

Calypso frowned, "And he saved her from the underworld. Actually. It's romantic."

"Very," Oliver murmured, simply watching them interact, trying to ignore the feelings swirling through him.

He couldn't help but recall when Elspeth said that Calyspo was majestically beautiful and was wasting away at university and should leave. He agreed.

He agreed that she should leave.

___

Calypso was beside herself after watching the ring with the entire family and Oliver. She was quite shaken even though Fareligh's commentary made her laugh and Felix's arms were thick enough to grip whenever there was a jumpscare.

She was carving his touch more and more by the day and couldn't take it anymore, not since the last time he was on his knees, pleasuring her with the power of his tongue.

She needed him but didn't want to be a toy to him, one that he would throw away without a second thought.

"You're not my new toy. You're not any toy to me Cali. it's absurd you think that. So what is it you want me to do, how do you want me to prove it to you? That I want you, that I will do just about anything for you?" Felix's eyes softened with devotion and care as they stood in his shared bathroom, listening to the sounds of his bath filling up. "Just tell me and I'll do it."

"I just want – I want assurance," she demanded, loosening the belt of her robe. "That you won't drop me if someone else asks you to."

"You're the only one who has that power over me, pretty girl," he cupped her face with his hands, tracing the curves of her cheekbones. "I'll show you how perfect you are. That I will fucking worship you."

"I don't want to be worshipped, well," she gulped at his pointed stare, "I do but I want to be loved, Felix."

A smile burst on his face, the most loving one she ever saw.

His hands dropped and he untied the belt of her robe, making her chest rise and fall as she stood bear in front of him.

"Felix..." she watched as he now stood there exposed.

"You think I don't love you," he shook his head, even though he wasn't mad, "let me show you how much I do."

"Don't say shit you dont –"

"-- I mean it," he promised, senselessly pulling her closer, adoring the gasps falling from her lips as he tugged her towards the bathtub. "Roman's bathed together, didn't they?"

"I guess they did."

He got into the steaming bath first, then held out a hand and helped her in. Nothing in the world would knock his smile, not with her straddling his lap, whining his name and gripping onto his board shoulders. She bared her body to him, she was vulnerable whenever he was around and loved it. He loved her, glistening under the rays of the light which only spread over them.

"So perfect," he muttered against her lips.

"Then kiss me."

Felix wasted no time pressing his lips to hers, moving gently, scared to startle her, but Calypso wasn't shy about returning his passion, his adoration. He stopped being a gentleman on her request, slipping his tongue into her mouth, moulding them together, tasting the liquor and sweetness dripping from her.

She found herself grinding against him, yearning for more, his mouth wasn't enough last time, nor were his fingers. She needed more and he was prepared to give her everything. He shifted his legs, sending shockwaves to his spine as she hovered before him and sunk down slowly moaning his name with need.

Felix kneaded her arse as she bounced, whispering to her how perfect she was on repeat. He couldn't think of anything else but her, all his nerves wrecked through his body as his mouth dropped open, praying for her to keep going.

"I love you..." he grunted, thrusting up into her, causing more moans to pour from her lips which he captured again in a fierce kiss.

She lost herself as she rode him, bringing them both closer to their releases.

His mouth dropped to her breasts, sucking and nipping making her a bigger whimpering mess.

The bath was the centre of the room, like a stage for them to perform and boy they needed to perform.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his finger traced every inch of her, circling her clit until she couldn't take it anymore.

Calypso huffed out a breathy laugh, collapsing onto his chest after he pulled out panting in her ear as he finished. Felix took a great deal in her aftercare, making sure she was okay, helping her get out, smirking at her shaking legs and then laughing when she swatted him away.

It took a few minutes for her to put on the gown after drying and brushing her teeth next to him as he did the same with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You know... we're not finished right?" he said promisingly, hearing the bath drain behind them.

She grinned so hard her cheeks hurt, "I know."

The door was pulled open, making her release it was never shut to begin with.

Oliver tentatively stepped in, appearing more flushed than her.

"All right," Felix nodded to his room and Calyspo walked ahead, gasping when she felt a sting to her arse. "Night, mate," he called out closing the door. "So..."

"Soo..." she pushed him over to his bed, "you're right. We're really not done."

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a/n:

cringing at the thought of what oliver did after their smut scene. man was having a field day. (i'm starting to hate smut scenes now, only wrote this because it pushes the narrative along). what do you think oliver's thoughts on calypso are? it's clear he finds her attractive but in relation to felix, do you think he's jealous? i do but we'll see more of how that's explored because so far their interactions have been very passive.

i'm adoring farleigh and cali's relationship. and now that cali and felix are together they'll be even more expressive with how they are. you might've noticed cali not saying 'I love you' back to felix, it's only because she's still feeling like she's one of his toys (which you could argue she is for the time being) but it's just doubts in the back of her mind.

and i'm trying to include as many canon scenes as possible but it's hard fitting them in. i'll reference as many as possible so don't worry, just like i did with shelley's doppelgänger.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #felix and cali #felix and calypso #felix catton x calypso danforth #felix catton x black!reader #calypso danforth #rush saltburn wattpad #rush saltburn fanfic #rush wattpad #rush fanfic #smut #felix catton smut #nfws

[wonderlandleighleigh]

stars hollow au: Midge dancing with Richard and Lenny dancing with Emily at an event.

(Let's call this season 7 of Gilmore Girls)

"Emily Gilmore is staring at you like you are a slab of meat," Midge giggles as she whispers to Lenny.

They'd been talked into attending this charity function by Lorelai, who couldn't go, but needed someone to fill in with her parents, and so here they are, dressed elegantly, sipping cocktails and enjoying finger food, after giving a generous donation.

Lenny chuckles softly. "I'm seventeen years older than she is, I highly doubt she's looking at me that way."

"Go ask her to dance," Midge smiles.

"What? No. Emily Gilmore hates us. We're circus freaks, remember?" Lenny reminds her.

"She allowed us to come to this very fancy party," Midge points out. She nudges him. "Come on. Go be friendly. I'll even go ask Richard."

Lenny snorts. "He's taller than I am, it'd be like a T-Rex dancing with a tiny kitten."

"Then you'll have a laugh," Midge shrugs.

Lenny shakes his head and gets to his feet, taking a sip of his drink before wandering over. "Evening, Emily. Very nice party."

"Why thank you, Leonard. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Emily tells him cooly. "And thank you for that wonderful donation."

"Well, libraries have a special place in my heart," he tells her. "You uh...you wanna dance?"

Emily blinks. "Well I..."

"Come on, Richard," Midge says, popping up at Richard's side. "Let's go cut a rug while they do."

"Well, I...I suppose," Richard shrugs. "I've never danced with a celebrity before."

"First time for everything!"

Lenny shakes his head and turns to Emily, lifting an eyebrow. "So?"

Emily sighs. "Well. Alright."

He escorts her onto the dance floor and they begin to dance. When he glances over at Richard and Midge he has to laugh a little.

"What?" Emily asks, perplexed.

Lenny nods over. "Midge doesn't wear high heels too much anymore, and it's working against her."

Emily glances over and chuckles softly. "She is tiny."

"One of the many things I love about her," Lenny tells her.

Emily nods. "It's nice. That you two are so in love. As much as I'm not exactly a fan of Lorelai's decision to stay in Stars Hollow, it's...nice. That she had the two of you as role models."

"Never been called a role model before," Lenny ponders. "A sick degenerate, but never a role model."

"Like Midge said, there's a first time for everything," Emily comments. She stays quiet for a moment. "You see Lorelai and Christopher quite a bit, don't you?"

Lenny shrugs. "We uh...some. Not as much as we used to when Lorelai was single. Or with Luke."

"Why is that?"

"Well...Christopher is uh..."

"Go on. You can say it."

"A schmuck," Lenny tells her immediately. "A putz. He's immature, and he's not good for Lorelai."

Emily stays quiet for a long, long moment before sighing heavily. "I hate that you're right."

Lenny blinks. "I'm right?"

"Of course you are," Emily tells him. "He treats her terribly. When Richard was in the hospital, he didn't show up until after his surgery was over, and Lorelai was calling him all day."

"Well...I guess they were in a fight..."

"Oh, please, if you and Midge were arguing, and you found out her father was in the hospital-"

"I'd be there in seconds," Lenny nods, his voice grim. "I mean, I loved Midge's father, he was great."

"Richard is great. Christopher likes Richard. They smoke cigars together." Emily shakes her head. "I feel so foolish. All these years I've been dreaming of the two of them finally pulling themselves together. And now that they have..."

"They're no good for each other," Lenny finishes. "It's okay to feel foolish about these kinds of things. We're parents, we like to think we know what's best for our kids, but the real truth is they know what's best for them. Especially when they get to be adults."

"I suppose," Emily sighs. "You're not just saying all this because you liked Lorelai better with Luke, are you?"

"God no," Lenny snorts. "I mean, I love Luke like he's one of my own, but he was a fucking-"

"Leonard."

"-Frigging - idiot. Pushing Lorelai away. Leaving her hanging with the wedding. It was all him. She wanted to marry that guy and he fu-fudged it all up. I think it was stupid of her to get back with Christopher, but it's hard to feel surprised when she was so hurt."

Emily nods, staying quiet.

Lenny glances over, watching Richard spin Midge, and laughs.

Emily grins to herself. "It's actually hilarious."

#fic #au #The Schneiders of Stars Hollow #Midge x Lenny #Richard x Emily #Gilmore Girls

[eddieslov3]

Just The Two Of Us

Y'all remember the ask by @mrsjaderogers ?

Summary: Reader and Nancy are friends, reader likes Steve. But then even tho Nancy knew she got with him, constantly reminding reader how much of a failure they are. That makes their friendship end. Will probably suck balls.

Warnings: Season 1 Steve , Nancy being a bad best friend, promise breaking. Swearing. I hate using Y/N sonI kinda went for a nickname Sweets and this will have more parts~

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Just the two of us

It had been years. Years of having to cope with the feeling of liking a total asshole. That asshole being none other than Steve Harrington. The king of Hawkins High. Most of the time you wanted to literally slap yourself for falling in love with that complete idiot of a boy.

Then again, you couldn't particularly choose who you fell in love with. What made it even worse was that Nancy, who was your childhood best friend, since diapers, also had a crush on him. While you just occasionally mentioned how cute he looked or how hot he was. She was constantly talking about him. It made you sick to the stomach. Even tho you still liked him. He didn't do anything wrong, besides being with his asshole friends, his morals, his lifestyle.. but that's another story.

"Hey look, he's wearing the shorts again" you had heared some girls talk, pointing out steves outfit for a simple class of PE. You couldn't believe how much of a fuse they we're making, yes that guy was certainly hot but make an entire scene out of it. So that he'd notice you? No thank you. There were already enough people bullying you as it was. You didn't need the pity of him just noticing you for being the total outcast. You however noticed that Nancy was definitely lookiz at him. She was definitely pretty, definitely a girl next door and also good at school. You yourself could not say that about yourself.

You were confident but not un a way that would help you gat the attention of your crush that you definitely had on stupid Steve fucking Harrington. If there was one thing you we're definitely nailing, it was hating yourself for falling for a guy like him. He was popular and you we're the outcast bullied by cheerleaders because you liked nerdy stuff like star wars or Dungeons and Dragons.

"Hey" you heared Nancy call out waving a hand infront of your eyes. "You there ?" she asked, resulting in you nodding. "Yeah I was just thinking about the Math test" you quickly lied. If she had looked at you, she'd definitely noticed you we're totally lying. "We can study at my place later if you want?" She suggested. But she was busy looking at Steve. You weren't suprised at all to be fair. That didn't mean idlt didn't hurt anyway. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks" also a good time to tell her about your crush on Steve. She was your best friend after all.

PE went by fast and so did the rest of the school day. Much to your surprise Mrs. Wheeler had picked you two and Mike up so you we're there faster that you had anticipated. After dinner you two went up to her room and sat down to do homework and learn for maths.

"no that's not correct.. if you wanna solve that just first multiply and then add them up before you continue, not after" Nancy explained. "Oh that's what I've been getting wrong.. thanks. I'll try again" so you do. A silence falling over the two of you. Not fully awkward but leaning into that kind of atmosphere.

"Uhm hey Nance.. I wanna tell you something.." after another ten minutes of failing to solve the math problem you speak up. Finally wanting to talk about that topic. "Yeah sure go ahead." she lays down her pen to hive you her full attention. It makes you a little nervous, you bite your lip and play with your pen before you continue. "So you know how I said I had a crush on that guy.." you ask, makiz her smile widely nodding. "Yesss I remember that, that day was marked in my calendar because I couldn't believe that you have a crush.. you didn't tell me who it was ... Right?" she said. There was the Nancy that you knew, all chatty, sweet and caring.

"Right.." anxiously you started picking at the skin around your nails, making her reach out to take one of your hands, in a very weak and bad attempt to calm you down. It made you even more anxious but you couldn't tell why. "Well.. it's.. oh you're gonna laugh.." you hesitated. "It's Steve Harrington.."

You said while looking at her. Expecting anything but not that she smiled. But rather like she was pitying you. "I know" she said, making you cringe slightly. How would she know something you weren't certain of yet. Then again maybe you weren't being as careful as you thought.

"how.." was the only thing you managed to say. She laughed, again a response you didn't expect. "Well you look at him a lot and blush when he speaks to you." You blush. Damn it.

"well I think its cute" she said looking down at you from her bed. You were sitting on the floor leaning against her bed, sighting.

"mhm cute." you reply sarcastically. "I'm dating him." she then suddenly said. That made you drop your pen. She what. "Oh.." was all you managed to say before the devil himself appeared. There was a knocking on the window startling you.

"open up Nance" he said trying to slide up the window, resulting in you standing up. "If you knew, why would you do this to me then?" you ask packing your stuff. You we're beyond mad.

Not like mad because someone said something silly, mad because she knew, without you telling her that you liked him, and still went for him. That's NOT something your best friend should do.

"Hey wait.." Nancy said while Steve climbed in. "Oh hey.. What are you doing here?" Steve asked you and you looked at him, as Nancy had said, you started blushing. "No need to worry, I was about to leave. Goodbye Nancy. See you Steve." With that you took your stuff and left.

Steve yelled something but you didn't care. You basically ran out of the wheelers house. "Goodbye Mrs.Wheeler, thanks for the dinner" you said while walking out, leaving her confused. You just keep walking.

To round that cliche that was happening here right now, it did start raining. "At least no one will see I cried" you laughed to yourself. You we're just done. Your so called best friend betrayed you, your crush probably knows, on top he is an asshole because of his asshole friends.

You walked home, you did not have a car nor did you wanna ride your bike that day. Also the walk home wasn't really helping the chaos you had going on in your mind. Being alone meant you had time to think. Which led to you crying. You hated everything. Well actually you were mad at Nancy. And you hated every inch of that fuckin asshole called Steve Harrington.

That evening you arrived at home, soaked and just crying. Not wanting to go to school the next day.

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The next day you drove your bike to school, not wanting to see anyone. To your surprise you were mostly alone. Until you came up to school, because you happened to run into, steve. "Oh fuck sorry.. didn't mean to run you over" you said.

Much to your hate you blush, cursing yourself, also hoping he doesn't notice. "No need to be sorry, sweets" he says smiling like the asshole he is. Still you smile back. You hate yourself and would rather willingly hit your head on the wall. You don't.

Of course the King Harrington notices everything and just grins cockily. "Oh no jeed to be shy around me.. I promise I don't bite.. if you don't want me to." he says playfully. Making you want to slap him across the face, but you somehow manage to contain yourself. He traps you between the wall and him.

Now all the containing washed away and you slap him across rhe face, leaving him more than confused. "What was that for?" he asked, stepping away allowing you to move.

"That's what you get for being... So mean" was all you had managed to say before running off to your next class, which was drama. He was left there standing looking like a total Idiot. "Pff, the king just got demoted" Tommy said grinning as he looked at you running away.

"Shut up Tommy. No one asked you" someone said if there was more stupid shit saidyou wouldn't know because you left. Your life couldn't be more awful right now. You lost your best friend. To the boy you obviously had a massive crush on. So yeah it was awful.

As the weeks went by you befriended the marching band nerd Robin Buckley. And she was definitely a much better friend than Nancy ever was.. Robin took time to listen to you, sneaked you out of class when you just didn't wanna and more. You were thankful for that.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #best friend Nancy wheeler #reader x steve harrington #reader x stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #ff #harrington x reader

[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1 and 2

Max and The Family Affair

Title - Max and The Family Affair

Fandom - Stranger Things

Rating - Teen and Up

Couples - Hargrove (Steve Billy)

Trigger warnings: mention of physical and mental abuse

Summary: When we moved to Hawkins my life got even stranger. I just hope Billy and I can find middle ground to survive what Hawkins throws at us

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chapter 1: Big Brother

I will remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was a day off school and our parents had gone to work for the day.

Usually, I would just go and visit my friends but I just wanted to relax and without my parent's home, especially Neil, it was easier.

I was in my room when the knocking on the door started.

I knew that Billy was in the living room lifting weights because I could hear the tv on.

The knocking continued which meant two things, one, Billy couldn't hear it over his stupid program, or two he didn't care if someone was there.

Sighing I headed past the brute in the living room and went to front door where the unwelcome visitor was still pounding on the door.

I undid the lock and opened the door slightly unaware that Billy had stopped what he was doing and kept an eye on me.

The person on the other side shocked me. It was Jason Carver, a junior member of the high school basketball team and an all-around annoying jock.

“Can I help you?” I asked cautiously as I knew him and Billy were not friends. Billy had made that quite clear on our trips to and from school.

Jason smiled. “I am here to see you, of course beautiful,” he said and tried to push the door open.

Groaning, I leaned against the door and something glistened in the sunlight.

That's when I saw it. The gun resting in his side pocket and started freaking out on the inside while remaining calm on the outside.

“I know your shithead brother is in there, I saw his ugly ass car. Why doesn't he come and face me like a man” Jason said, his eyes flashing with anger.

Not knowing what to do so I asked “what did Billy do to piss you off?” Meanwhile, hoping that someone was on my side, I made a finger gun behind my back in all hopes that Billy would see and understand.

And to my surprise, he did because he was behind me in seconds, pulling me in close and protectively wrapping his arms around me and that's when I realized he had been supervising the whole time.

“What the fuck Carver? Bringing a weapon to my house and scaring my little sister. She could've been hurt if you started waving it around” he said, his arms still holding me tightly against his chest.

I watched as the ferocity in Jason's eyes intensified. “You come into town and suddenly they're talking like you should be captain for the rest of the season. I am just here to make sure you don't want the position” Jason said as he placed his left hand on the gun.

I thought for sure billy would move me and take a swing but he stood there calmly and replied “Carver the basketball team is all yours and King Harringtons’. I've got a sister and grades to focus on, not some hotshot jocks”.

My eyes probably bulged as big as Jason's who scoffed and turned around. Steve was walking up the path as he was leaving.

“What did he want?” Steve asked, confused by the whole scene in front of him.

“Aww he just wanted to threaten me about being on the basketball team Harrington, no biggie except he was packing and could've hurt Maxie here” Billy said literally making me confused and happy at the same time.

Billy finally let go and motioned for Steve to follow them in. They had secretly (basically everyone knew but stayed silent) been dating for a few weeks and we're working on a plan for them to come out without Neil killing Billy.

As Steve got to the doorway I motioned for him to stop for a minute. “What's up Max?” he asked worriedly.

“Not only did Billy take a protective and nonviolent stand against Jason, but he also called me Maxie which he hasn't done for years. I'm worried he's sick or something” I replied honestly.

Steve, smiled, ruffled my hair and said “You will never understand how much he truly loves and cares for you. I have been working with him on showing it more and hopefully, soon you will both be living with me”.

I watched as he headed in and Billy kissed him on the forehead. I wanted to cry with happiness but I took a deep breath and told myself I would save that if all of what Steve said comes to pass.

Chapter 2: Steve

The next day as I exited the middle school I saw my brother's prized Camaro.

He didn't normally pick me up at school, I usually met him at the high school.

I was even more shocked when I approached the driver's side and the driver's seat was empty.

Looking around I saw Steve talking to Dustin who must have a Steve radar because she didn't see him there at all.

Going over I saw the look Steve had and knew immediately something was really wrong especially since he had the keys to the Camaro in his hand.

“Where's Billy?” I asked the two guys. Steve came over when he heard me and guided me to the Camaro, Dustin following in tow.

He motioned for us to both get in. I climbed in the passenger seat and Dustin got in the back.

I turned and looked at Steve and said “explain now”.

Taking a deep breath Steve said “Billy and I had met at his car during lunch for a quick make-out session.

Of course, Neil decided to show up at the school for the first time ever for something and caught us.

He literally dragged Billy out by his hair, told me to stay away from his family and threw Billy into the front seat of his car.

Before he did though Billy tossed me the keys and said to make sure you don't get around them ever again.

I haven't heard from Billy since, so here I am. We will find him, Max”

I shrunk into my seat as Steve started the car and headed to his place.

My heart was racing and I couldn't stop the tears. Billy and I had finally started repairing the relationship that Neil had broke and now he was gone. Possibly forever.

I didn't even notice when we arrived back at Steve's place. It wasn't until I heard car doors opening that it even hit me.

Silently I got out and followed Steve and Dustin to the house. As we approached we saw sheriff Hopper and my heart dropped to the ground.

“They had found a body, I just know it,” I thought to myself as we finished the approach.

Hopper looked at me with the look of someone delivering horrible news.

“Just give it to me straight Hopper,” I said planting my feet and willing my body to stay right where it was instead of taking off.

Taking in a deep breath he said “we found Billy Max. He is in a psychiatric facility that specializes in “helping” people not be gay. We are working with law enforcement in Indianapolis right now to get him out but it could take a while and I don't know what shape he will be in”.

He was alive. That's all that mattered at that point. “He will get out you will see,” I said and ran up and gave Hopper a huge hug.

“As long as he's alive he will get out,” I said again and ran inside.

Later that night, after Dustin’s mom picked him up, Steve and I were sitting in the dining room having dinner when a loud knock sounded from the front door.

I must've gone pale with fear because Steve placed his hand on mine and said softly, “Neil is in jail he can't hurt you, Max”.

I nodded and both of us headed to the front door.

When we opened it there stood Billy, battered, bruised, bleeding but standing there.

“Can I come in or are you both going to just stare?” Billy asked, annoyed.

Steve threw his arms around him and gave him a big kiss. Billy grunted but didn't back away.

I just stood in the hallway with tears running down my face.

I felt his arms before I saw him. He was the one who was in pain but he was comforting me.

At that moment I realized my big brother was not going anywhere. I will always be safe.

Or so I thought.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #max mayfield #billy deserved better #steve harrington #ao3 tags #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #harringrove #max’s point of view #first person pov #reblog please

[moved2usagiiboo]

Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction. 

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

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Arranged... (Mat Barzal)

A/N I'm not going to come back and say I'm fully back or commit to anything but I really wanted to write something and with hockey season right around the corner, I couldn't think of a better time. I'm also super procrastinating on homework but that's beside the point. I am going to try and write more because I love it so much but I also can't promise there's going to be any consistency with my writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Mat imagine. It's a little sad but unlike some of my other stories, has a kinda happy ending. 😊

It started when I was 3. I don't remember anything but the album full of photos of all the guests holding me proves that I was there. Then, when I was 13, my mom and grandmother spent almost 5 hours trying on dresses before my grandmother chose the 'right' dress, and spend almost half of that getting ready.

As soon as I turned 18, I packed up and moved to New York, hoping to start fresh. That's when I met Mat. He had just finished his first full season with the New York Islanders and I had just gotten my first job. A few months after we started talking, we went out on our first date. Two and a half years later and we finally moved in together.

When I turned 23, and the invitation turned up, I felt physically sick. Before I could hide it, Mat found it and was extremely excited.

"Oh, come on! I haven't got the chance to meet your family yet. We should go." He smiled, holding my hands.

"Mat, I assure you that meeting my family at my grandparent's vow renewal is not the way to go."

"I'm not going to wait another ten years for your family to get together so I can meet them all." He said, waving the invitation in my face.

"I just think it would be best if you met my family piece by piece instead of all together. It'd be so much easier."

"You have to go anyway. We can kill two birds with one stone."

"Fine. But if anything comes up, we're skipping this."

"Deal." He laughed, pulling me into him, laying back onto the couch.

Only a few weeks later, we were running around the apartment trying to pack. Well, I was running around as Mat went through his extensive collection of suits trying to figure out what to wear.

"What colour dress are you wearing?" He called out.

"I don't know yet."

"What?"

"Mat, I show up and my grandmother throws a dress at me. I put it on, sit and let her stylist do my hair and makeup. I then spend the next few hours wishing I was anywhere but there."

"So what colour dress did you wear last time?"

"It was pink and super poofy. I was also 13 at the time so I'm hoping it won't be anything like it was then."

"So what colour suit should I wear?"

"Mat, just pack one," I whined, leaning against the closet door.

"I just don't want to clash with you."

"Okay, then pack multiple. Worst case, I'm sure we can find a suit that won't clash."

"I just want to make a good first impression."

"You will. I promise." I smiled, quickly kissing his cheek before running back to finish packing.

With our bags packed and set at the door, we spent the night watching a movie and going through who to avoid at the family gathering.

"And the least amount of time you can spend around my grandparents, the better."

"But they're the ones throwing the thing."

"Just trust me. My grandparents have this weird superpower that if you stay in a conversation with them for too long, there's a high chance you may start crying."

"I doubt I will cry."

"You'd be surprised," I whispered, laying back further into his chest. "You know you don't have to go if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine going alone."

"I told you, I want to meet your family."

"Okay."

"It'll be fun. I promise." He said, kissing my cheek.

The next day, we hopped on a plane and made our way to my hometown. The vow renewal wasn't until the next day so we spent the rest of the day driving around the town and then crashing early.

I had woken up the next morning before Mat, sliding out of his grasp. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages, seeing a few from my mom and one from my grandma, all about what time I was expected to show up. Looking back to the bed, I saw Mat start to reach out towards where I was just laying.

"Where'd you go?" He mumbled into the pillow.

"I'm here. I have to go in about a half an hour."

"What? The party doesn't start until 7."

"I know. But I have to go and make sure that the dress she picked out fits me and if it doesn't, that gives the stylist an ample amount of time to fix it. Then I have to get my hair and makeup done at a certain undisclosed time and get the okay from grandma that I don't look too whoreish when I'm standing in the event hall. Then there will be a list of about 20 other things I'm going to have to do." I explained, all whilst getting dressed.

"I didn't realize how involved you were in today."

"I'm technically not supposed to be but grandma likes to stay out of sight once she's fully ready just in case grandpa is roaming around. But she's too controlling to just let the event planner take the reigns so I will be sent out to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Oh, okay." He said, sitting up in bed. "I thought we'd be able to spend the morning in bed."

"I mean you can. I have to run but how about you come around 6:30 so we can get the introductions with my parents done, and maybe my grandparents."

"Sounds good."

"I'll send you a picture of my dress so you know which suit to wear." I smiled, walking out the door.

"Thank you!"

As soon as I walked into the building, I was whisked away into one of the many back rooms. My grandmother having a conversation with the stylist and my mother on her phone, trying not to wrinkle her dress.

"Sweetie, you're here!" Mom called, running over as fast as she could before kissing both of my cheeks.

"Careful! You're in your dress." Grandma called, scolding my mother.

"Sorry, mom." She said dejected, walking away from me.

"Hi, grandma."

"Your dress is hanging up in the bathroom. Get dressed so we can get a move on."

"Sure thing." I smiled, making my way to the bathroom to see an amazing burgundy floor-length dress, some jewelry, a purse and a necktie around the hanger. I put everything on and walked out of the bathroom, tie in hand. "I'm assuming this is for Mat?"

"Well I don't know his name but if he's going to be around you all night, the least you can do is match."

"I'll let him know."

"Perfect. Now sit. The faster you get ready, the faster I can get ready."

I quickly sat at the vanity and closed my eyes as people ran around me and my grandmother called out orders. It didn't take long before I was under review.

"You look amazing darling. Now here's the list I gave Marissa. She's useless but she knows how to whip up a team."

Once they left me to my own devices, I took out my phone and texted Mat.

Wear the black suit. I have a tie for you. I'll see you at 6:30 😘

I put my phone back into my purse and started the running around. The room was fully together at 5 and given grandma approval not long after. I thanked the whole crew and made my way back to my grandma's room. Mom and I sat there as my grandmother barked at her hairstylist and makeup artist.

When 6:30 rolled around, I let my mom know Mat was on his way and I was going to go wait for him. Walking out the door, Mat was walking up.

"You look breathtaking." He smiled, running up and placing a kiss on my lips.

"And you look as amazing as always. C'mon in. We'll get the tie on you and then we can head into the lion's den."

"Deal." He smiled, placing his hand on my lower back leading me into the hall. "I thought this was supposed to be a small event." As he looked around, I could tell he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Grandma thinks anything under 250 guests is small. I promise it's not that big." I smiled, fixing the tie around his neck. Once it was tied, I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his on my hips.

"So who are we starting with?"

"Well, we can either go with my dad and grandpa or my mom and grandma."

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think we should go the ladies first. That way, we have an excuse when it's time."

"Let's do that." He smiled, following me down the hall. With a quick hi to my mom and grandma and another to my grandfather and dad, I left Mat in the boy's room before heading back to my mom and grandma.

"So, Mat's nice." My grandma said, sitting at the vanity.

"He really is. He was very excited to come and meet everyone today."

"That's nice." She smiled, turning back to the mirror. That sure is one way to end a conversation. "You should go and take your seat. We're going to be starting soon."

"Of course." I smiled, walking out of the room. I met back up with Mat and led him towards the event hall. We quickly took our seats and waited for it to start.

"Well, I think I made a good impression on your dad and grandpa."

"That makes me so happy."

"And your grandma?"

"She's a tough nut to crack. She did say you were nice."

"Nice?"

"I promise, that's high praise."

"Really?" Before I could answer, we heard the organ start. I sent him a smile and nod before turning my attention to the front.

The vow renewal went off without a hitch as expected. As the crowd dissipated into the dining hall, Mat and I were swept away with it. We found our place cards at the front table with both my parents and a few other members of my family. Luckily, the introductions went swimmingly and the small talk before/during dinner was nice and easy. The plates were taken away and it was time to dance. My grandparents took to the floor first but started around the room once everyone was invited to join them.

"That was sweet." Mat said, throwing his around the back of my chair.

"Yeah." I smiled, moving my chair in closer and leaning into him. "Do you want to dance?"

"Maybe later. I'm so full right now. Dinner was amazing."

"Okay." We sat watching the crowd on the dance floor, my parents joining them soon after.

"Oh, incoming." Mat whispered, helping me sit up properly. Just as I fixed myself, my grandparents arrived at our table. Looking around, I saw that we were the only ones left.

"Thank you for sitting up Sweet."

"Sorry, grandma."

"It's alright hun. So Mat, I see she hasn't dragged you to the dance floor." My grandpa said, pulling Mat into the conversation.

"Not yet. We're still digesting. Dinner was fantastic. I don't remember the last time I had such an amazing meal."

"And what did you think about the ceremony?" My grandma asked, slight frustration in her voice.

"Oh, it was beautiful. We'll have to ask for some tips for us." He smiled rubbing my back, a smile taking over my face.

"I didn't realize you two were that serious."

"Well, we have been together for over two years grandma."

"And you two have thought about marriage?"

"We've talked about it." I sighed, looking between the two adults in front of me.

"Well, we have to continue our rounds. We'll see you later hun." My grandpa said, leading my grandma away.

"That was interesting."

"That's one way to put it."

"Do you want to dance?" Mat whispered, getting up and holding out his hand.

"I'd love to," I said, taking his hand. With a slow love song playing, I wrapped one arm around Mat's neck, the other resting on his chest. Both his hands rested on my waist as we swayed to the beat. I felt safe in his arms and that was all I could ask for.

"You okay babe?" He whispered, moving one hand from my waist to my cheek.

"Yeah. I'm just so happy you're here."

"I'm happy to be here with you." He smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek. Once the slow song ended, I noticed my parents heading back to our table.

"Let's take a break," I said, grabbing his hand, bringing him back to the table. We sat for a while, my mom and dad getting to know Mat. This was definitely not as bad as I thought it would have been. I don't know why I was so nervous about Mat meeting them.

Drink after drink, I knew I would have to get to the washroom soon. I stayed with Mat for as long as I could before I needed to go. I looked up to Mat, asking him if he would be okay alone for the few minutes I would be gone. With a smile, he promised he'd be fine. I quickly excused myself before making my way down the hall. Wanting to reduce the amount of time Mat was alone with my parents as much as possible, once I finished my business, I tried to rush back. However, I was stopped as soon as I walked back into the room.

"You're Y/N right?" A random man asked, stopping me.

"Uh yeah?" I responded, confusion laced in my voice.

"Sorry, I'm Landon. Your grandmother thought I should come and introduce myself."

"She did?"

"She did." He smiled, taking a step closer, making me step back. I could almost see the arrogance drip from his mouth. "It almost sounded like she wanted to set us up."

"Well, it sounds like she forgot to mention that I am in a committed relationship."

"She certainly did."

"Of course." I scoffed, looking straight back at my table, hoping to make eye contact with Mat. Unfortunately, he was too engrossed in whatever conversation was being had there.

"Well, how serious is this committed relationship? Is he here?" Landon asked, moving his hands to my waist. I quickly shot up, grabbing his hands to try and move them off. Keyword, try. He had a firm grasp on my body, not showing any signs he would let go anytime soon.

"He is."

"I don't see him. Plus, your grandmother wouldn't be as mad if you were with me."

"Well, it's a good thing it doesn't matter what my grandmother thinks now isn't it? She's not dating him, I am." I smiled, finally pulling out of his grip.

"Fiesty, I like it." He whispered, leaning down towards my ear.

"Me too." I heard from behind me, feeling Mat's arm wrap around my waist. "And you are?"

"I'm assuming you're the committed relationship. Hi, I'm Landon."

"Nice to meet you. Now, if you'll excuse us." Mat smiled, pulling me away, leading us to an empty room off the main hall. "What the hell was that?"

"I have no clue. Thanks for the save there. I have no idea what-"

"No Y/N, there was obviously something there."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, taking a step back.

"His hands were all over you. If I didn't know any better, I would have assumed you two were dating."

"Mat, nothing is going on. That was the first time I have ever seen him. I only know his name and that he's a pretentious asshole."

"I can't do this right now. I'll see you back at the hotel." He whispered, basically running out of the room.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Sure we had fights but none of them were as bad as this one. Mat had never walked out on me. We had always been able to talk it out. This time, he was pissed. Once I felt strong enough, I opened the door and walked out. I checked to see that Mat had really gone before making my way to my parent's table once more.

"Hey, sweetheart. Did Mat find you?" My dad asked, squeezing my shoulder.

"He did. He's uh, he's heading back to the hotel."

"Oh, hun. Is he okay?"

"Yeah. I think he's just overwhelmed." I sighed, playing with the ring Mat had bought me on our one-year anniversary.

"I totally get it. When I first met your grandparents, I was- well, let's just say, your grandmother wasn't my biggest fan. I'm still not completely sure she still likes me." He laughed, looking back at my mom.

"She's a tough nut to crack. I'm still not completely sure she likes me."

"But it was all worth it. Mat is a good guy. He's strong-willed. He has to be if he's with you."

"Dad!" I gasped, smacking his shoulder slightly.

"With talk like that, I think it might be time for us to go. He's had a few too many."

"Oh. That's okay. I um, I think I might head out too." I said, turning to grab my purse.

"You know you can come to stay at home if you want to give Mat some space." My mom said, grabbing my arm.

"Of course. I should be fine but I'll keep that in mind." I smiled, hugging them both.

By the large bag in my mom's hand, I could tell she had already gone to get her clothes. I walked with them to the hall before going our separate ways. Once I got to the dressing room, I checked it was empty before heading in, knowing I wouldn't be able to face my grandmother right now without breaking down. Just as I was about to walk out, the door slowly creaked open, my grandfather walked in.

"Hi, sweetpea. Are you heading out?"

"Yeah. Mom and dad left so I'm gonna go. I was going to try and find you before I left, I promise."

"I know you were. You always come to say bye. I guess Mat gets that from you."

"What?" I whispered, confusion clouding my mind.

"He came to say goodbye. Good kid that one. You did good kid."

"Thanks, grandpa. That means more than you think."

"I know. Your grandmother can be a bit much but I think Mat has the same strong will your dad has."

"That's what dad said."

"Great minds think alike. Anyway, I'll let you go. Apologize to Mat for us?"

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"No, but your grandmother did. Mat was extremely polite but the way he walked out, I knew something happened and I know your grandmother had something to do with it. Don't worry about her, she wouldn't have picked that up but I did. He's a great guy and he has my blessing, not that that should matter. Your father didn't get your grandmother's blessing until their tenth wedding anniversary."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and look how they turned up. I think you two are on the same path."

"Thanks, grandpa."

"No problem. Now, don't wait another ten years to come to visit."

"I promise. I love you."

"Love you too sweetpea. Good luck." He said, kissing my cheek before sending me on my way.

Once I got in my car, I made my way back to the hotel. The whole ride there, I got myself ready to talk to Mat but also got myself ready not to talk. I didn't know whether he would be ready and I wanted to give him as much space as possible.

Once I parked, I collected myself before heading up to our room. I took a deep breath and walked in. Mat was laying in bed, watching the guide channel on his phone. He looked up but looked back down to his phone once he saw it was me, sending out the message loud and clear.

"I'm just going to grab my pyjamas and head to my parents. Um, just text me in the morning when you're ready." I smiled slightly, speaking softly. I dug through my suitcase and grabbed my stuff. I turned to the door and grabbed the handle but stopped once I heard his voice.

"Babe wait." He called, hopping up from the bed. "Don't go."

"I don't want to pressure you."

"You're not. We should talk about it." He said, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry."

"No, I am. My grandmother should not have done that but it doesn't matter because I love you and nothing that my family throws our way will change that. God, Mat, I love you so much that I don't know what to do with myself."

"I love you too ma belle, and I shouldn't have just walked out. I should have stayed and we should have talked there. That's what we do. We talk and I wasn't there. I should have been there."

"Hey," I said, lifting his chin up to meet his eyes. "You were there. You came tonight knowing you were heading straight into the lion's den and you ran in head held high and walked out, slightly scathed but you still held your head high. I talked to my grandpa just before I left and he told me you still went to say goodbye."

"Yeah, well, someone I love told me it isn't right to leave a party without saying goodbye to the host. Even if you have to hunt for them." He laughed, pulling me into another hug. We stood in silence for a moment, just soaking in each other presence.

"So we're good?"

"We're more than good. I know you and I trust you. I just forgot, like a dummy." He chuckled, picking up the pyjamas I dropped. "Now get changed. We have some crappy hotel tv to watch."

"Sir yes sir." I smiled, playfully saluting him. Mat helped me out of my dress, hopping into the bed as I pulled on my pyjamas. I skipped over to the bed, hopping in next to him.

"You were right about that family friend. She totally tried to grab my butt."

"I told you. You have a very grabbable butt and she saw it from a mile away."

"I should have listened." He said, a comfortable silence falling over us as he shuffled through the channels. Once he settled on one, he set the remote down and shuffled slightly, getting comfortable.

"My grandpa gave you his blessing."

"He did?"

"Yeah, and my parents adored you. I'm surprised they didn't bow down and start kissing your feet." I joked, feeling his chest move up and down as he laughed.

"And your grandma?" He asked once he had calmed.

"Mat..." I started, not knowing what to say.

"I know she doesn't like me but I want to know if that's a forever hate or a temporary dislike."

"I don't think it's a forever dislike, but it might also be a bit longer than a temporary dislike."

"Like how much longer?"

"Like One Direction hiatus long." I grinned, looking up at him.

"Well, then we've had plenty of training."

"That we have," I whispered, looking back at the tv.

"I love you."

"I love you."

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I AM ONCE AGAIN SORRY

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Part 9

When Zemo got to the bar, there was no one there. He had gone inside looking for you, had asked all the staff when he couldn't see you there. He began to panic when they told him you had left a while ago.

Rushing back outside, he looked left and right rapidly. He saw no one. He got back into his car and drove. He would drive all night if he had to. He just had to find you.

He kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. At some point you turned your phone off, which just made him worry all the more.

Pietro Maximoff.

He hadn't heard that name in years. What happened back then had always hung over him like a dark cloud, but it had been so long since anyone had ever said that name to him.

He had to explain. You needed to know what happened. If Zemo lost you, what would be the point? How could he race without his lucky charm? He couldn't let this get between you both.

He felt horrible lying to you. There was so much he hadn't told you, but he had never wanted you to find out like this. He should have been honest from the start.

Zemo could only imagine what you were thinking. What must you think of him now?

How long had been driving? He had no idea. He hadn't found you yet. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his facade. He wanted to yell, scream, punch something.

Everything was falling apart.

The only place he hadn't checked was home. He had no idea how you would have got there, the walk being too far, but it's all he had left.

He makes the drive back.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight. He was full of worry, anger, regret.

He pulls up to the house, but all the lights are off and there is no sign of life. He has the key for the door, there's no way you have got in. He looks down the path to the garage, it looks undisturbed. The garage is locked up tight.

You're not here.

His phone rings.

Zemo scrambles for the device, nearly dropping it from how bad his hands had begun to shake. He looks at the screen, but is left disappointed. It's not you.

James Barnes

He answers it.

"Whatever it is better be important. I have urgent business to attend to." Zemo is surprised by how level he can keep his voice right now.

"I'd say this is important."

"Well, what is it?"

"I bumped into Y/N on my way home. It's only because of Sam I was able to recognize them."

"Where are they?" He asks, almost urgently.

"On the last train home for the night. Zemo, what the Hell happened? They were hysterically upset. I swear I'll kick your ass if you did something stupid."

"It wasn't something I did. Were they alone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Y/N had gone to meet someone. A wicked young woman who I may run over if I see her," he hisses down the phone.

"I didn't see anyone else."

"I have to go."

Zemo hangs up. He has to go to you, but first, he has to meet with Stark. The only way that nasty little woman could have known about that incident is if Stark had told her.

Tony Stark had been there that day.

Zemo gets into his car and he drives. He drives like a man on a mission. He doesn't care how late it is, Tony Stark will see him tonight.

If Zemo loses you, he will never forgive himself. He will never forgive Tony Stark.

He will never race again.

The lights are on at Stark's homebase. Zemo spends a few minutes parked outside looking at the window. The curtains were drawn, but movement could be seen vaguely behind them.

He gets out and marches up to the door. He knocks harshly.

In the seconds before the opening of the door, many thoughts flashed through Zemo's mind. He had no idea what would happen here tonight, all he did know was that Tony Stark was a cruel man who wanted to ruin everything good in his life.

Zemo had been beyond lucky they even let him race again after what happened.

The door opens. Stark stands there.

The way he looks at Zemo, it pisses him off. He stands with his chin up, head held high, looking down at Zemo. He knows why the Baron is here. He had anticipated his visit.

"What a surprise," Tony says, no emotion to his voice.

"What have you done?'

"What I had to." Tony walks away, leaving the door open. He walks over to his alcohol cabinet and pours himself a drink. Zemo steps inside, glaring daggers at the man. His hands clenched into fists as he grinds his jaw.

"That was six years ago."

"It still happened."

"You know it wasn't my fault."

Tony stands, drink in hand, looking at his rival. Here was a man who had been broken once before, and stands broken again. Stark did you a favour. Zemo wouldn't be here now if you had gone back to him after that, so he can only assume you left.

"You are the reason that kid is dead. Everyone knows it."

Zemo shakes his head.

"You are the reason people see me as a murderer. I did nothing to you. That, out there, is competition. We play the game by the rules and we play fair. At least, we're suppose to. I do not like your dirty tricks, Stark."

Tony doesn't move. He stands there, still.

"I was lucky they even let me race again, but even luckier when Y/N came into my life. You are taking away everything I hold dear, piece by piece. You are ruining me."

"You ruined yourself when you took up racing," Tony says, coldly.

"You just can't let it go, can you? You don't like that I am better than you."

Tony doesn't reply.

Zemo takes slow, careful steps toward Tony. His eyes, glazed with tears, do not look away from his gaze. He only stops when he is directly in front of him.

"If I lose Y/N, you will never hear the end of this. You're cruelty knows no bounds, Stark. I fell so very sorry for Miss Potts. How can she be so fond of a man like you who turns careers and flaunts around with other women. Does your little bird know you are a heartless bastard?"

"You don't scare me, Zemo."

"Not yet, I don't."

Zemo grabs the glass from Stark's hand, throws it at the wall behind him, and then marches away.

He has to see you.

By the time he reaches your town, it's about one on the morning. Though there is the chance you're sleeping, he is here and he will takes his chances.

He knocks on your door.

There are no sounds, no sign of movement, but there is a light which he can see under your door.

You're home.

"Y/N." His accent is heavier than usual, wavered by emotion. He leans up against the door, ear pressed against it.

You're there.

He knows you're there, listening.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me. Pietro Maximoff died in a terrible accident. His car malfunctioned. It was an accident that turned into a case because someone decided to ruin my career."

He waited, wanted to see if you would say anything.

You didn't.

"I have raced before. I won on my first race. I won again, the second. A racing star, they called me. That was the first time Tony Stark had lost. Suddenly, he had competition. Real competition. Before, he would leave everyone in the dust, winning over and over again. Then I showed up. After my second win, he had my car checked. He was furious because it was legal. He assumed I had altered it against the rules because there was no way his cars would lose. Then that happened."

He hears you move. You're right behind the door.

"Pietro Maximoff was a crazy good driver. Apparently he was awed by me. I told him if he crossed the line that day, I would tutor him. We made a deal. However, his car malfunctioned after the third turn. He drove head first into the barrier, full speed. His car caught fire. He was alone. It took too long for the team to reach him. He died on impact, they say. He was dead whether they got to him or not."

He sighs, hand resting up against the door.

"I did not tamper with his car. I did not kill that boy. Tony Stark made them believe I did with no evidence to prove it. I was found not guilty of attempted murder, but I was disqualified from racing up until I finally made an appeal. This season is my first racing season in 6 years."

He waits.

He hears shuffling, but nothing else.

"You have to believe me. If I lose you too... i have nothing left."

Nothing.

You don't say anything. The door does not open. He steps back in defeat. He doesn't know what else he can do, what else he can say.

Except, "If you still hold feelings for me, then please be at the next race. If you come, I'll know you'll forgive me. I know you'll still love me. If you don't, then I will never bother you again. I'll know that I have ruined everything and I will live with that regret until the day I die."

He takes a deep breath and steps away further.

"I love you. I want you to know that. I love you."

You cry silently as you listen to him walk away. It's not until you're sure he has gone when you let your cries out.

On your coffee table sat your laptop. As soon as you got home, you had been researching what had happened that day.

There was no evidence.

Just articles and speculation.

The fact that you even believed for a moment he had killed a young man like that made you sick. How horrible of a person could you be?

Helmut deserved someone better than that.

He has spent so many years living with a tragic accident over him, and you hadn't even talked to him about it.

You felt awful.

You spent most of the night heartbroken. Sleep eventually paid you a visit, but it was hardly restful. You just woke up in pain.

Race day was coming fast.

What were you going to do?

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[yuki-tsunodas]

The Player's Tribune: I will never forget the tears I shed that day

Article published 25 March 2021, originally written by Yuki Tsunoda in Japanese.

I translated the article with help from Google Translate and Naver Translator + my own interpretations of their rubbish translating, so apologies in advance for any mistakes! Anything I had trouble translating will be bolded with a (?) next to it!!

　I think that was the last time I cried in frustration, in regret.

　Four years ago, I was only 16 years old and was a student at Suzuka Circuit Racing School. It was the final selection to join Honda's Driver Development Program. If I pass, I can run in Japanese F4 the following year, but if I failed...I was thinking of quitting racing at that time.

　Now, I'm standing at the entrance of the stage called F1. Looking back, that was the turning point of my life.

　Of course, I didn't know if I would pass that year's trial because there were not only those who had already run in F4 but also some drivers who had come back from overseas.

　However, I've been racing in karts since I was four years old, and I've been doing well. That year, I was the youngest ever podium finisher in my debut race in the Japanese F4 championship, which allowed me to participate in the spot (?) race, and won the Super FJ Japan's first championship. At the selection test, there were good results until the final round of selection, and I was in a position to compete for first and second place overall. So I thought I could afford to make a big mistake in the final selection, and I was confident that I would still be in the top two in the end.

　I am a strong driver. But if you can't get results here or if you can't fascinate the judges with your running, it's already known (?). So I was prepared to give up my racing career if it didn't work. I think there were many other routes to go, such as running in other training programs or non-formal races, but I don't like it when it's not the direction I want to go. I decided to live a different life rather than to do it half-heartedly.

　However, the worst result awaited. At that time, I was very weak mentally and, of all things, it showed in the final round. Even before the race, I found myself tense and stiff. My fingertips were also stiff. I was not my usual self. I started like that, but suddenly I was flying...I had to drive through the pitlane and then rejoin the course. I felt like I was running alone, far away from the previous group. I felt sorry for myself, and I didn't even feel like running anymore. As a result, the points in that race were almost zero, and Tsunoda lost in the final round.

　I was so frustrated that tears welled up naturally on the train home. It was the first time since I started racing in earnest. I was the youngest among the participants, but I was shocked because I was confident that I wouldn't lose, and I couldn't imagine anything even if I tried to think about the future. I still remember clearly that I was so depressed that I didn't even want to see my parents on my way home from the Shinkansen.

　But there was only one faint hope. That was what the then Honda F4 coach said in an interview after the screening.

　"As a training driver for Honda, you will not be able to participate in the race next year, since the Formula 4 Honda has four cars. Maybe I can put you in one of the remaining two cars running as Suzuka Racing School."

　That was because former Formula One driver Satoru Nakajima recommended me. Mr. Nakajima was the principal of the school at that time, and at the time of the final selection, he was watching us run in the final chicane.

　I was given a penalty at the start, and I was racing without emotion, but I was running hard so that I wouldn't regret it. Through the visor, I saw Satoshi Nakajima standing in the final corner. I didn't want to show Mr. Nakajima a careless run. It was a hopeless ranking, but I thought I should not give up until the end and keep running toward the group in front of me. Then the road opened.

　In 2017, Suzuka Racing decided to enter me into F4 instead of making me a training driver. Then, I suddenly ranked 3rd overall in the annual overall ranking, and the following year in 2018, I was selected as a Honda Formula Dream Project driver, and was able to become the champion.

　It's all because I was frustrated at that final selection.

　The most unusual thing is that I think it's mental. Until I had a setback, I had a feeling that I would do well until the end without doing anything. I knew I wasn't good at starting even though I failed in the previous round, and I had time to practice before that, but I didn't. There was something sweet about overconfidence. And at that time, I was afraid of making mistakes, so I didn't know how to grow up.

　After failing the selection, I realized that I was still not perfect and that I had to be faster. I realized that it is important to make a lot of mistakes without fear of making mistakes, and to make new discoveries and grow from there. Therefore, I didn't feel impatient when I didn't get points as I wanted in the early part of the F3 and F2 seasons last year after I went abroad. Rather, there was no hesitation in the process of making a lot of mistakes first and learning a lot from them.

　Takuma Sato, a former Formula One driver, now driving in Indycar, is famous for saying, "No attack, no chance," but I think that's exactly right. If you don't try beyond the limits of any sport, you won't find the future, and if you don't try, you'll stop there. Therefore, even if there are times when I make mistakes or get no results, I don't feel strangely distressed. Even if you make a mistake, it's up to you to take it. Mistakes make me want to investigate the cause. If you think that you can overcome it, you can be faster than if you regret the mistake, and you can always face it positively.

　Now that I can race in F1, I feel grateful to my parents. I've liked to move since I was a child, and I played swimming, soccer, mountain biking, and also, not sports, but piano. Now that I think about it, I feel that my father and mother were letting me do what I was interested in. And the reason why I started driving karts was also influenced by my father. My father liked motorsports and played gym carna himself. One day, at the circuit venue I was taken to, I was allowed to drive a real cart. That was the first time. Actually, I also experienced a pocket bike at that time, but after trying two, I said, "The kart is more fun." I don't really remember at all (lol).

　But there were times I got sick of karts...

　For example, when I was about seven years old. When I was playing a game while waiting at the track, my father told me to "focus more on the race," and my game was taken away, and I felt like, "I don't like it anymore." Then my father became getting tougher and tougher on me to improve me, and he scolded me for many things. To be honest, I didn't really appreciate my father until I was 15, and there was a time when I hated him. 'This is "The Rebellion Period".' I think I was in the middle of it.

　Not only my father but also my mother was strict in terms of academic matters. I was always told to study in case I didn't succeed in motorsports. My junior high school was not a public school (?), so after the race, I would go home on the day, get ready for school, go to school, study, and take the test. To be honest, it was hard and I never liked it, but I continued to study anyway.

　At that time, I couldn't thank my parents, but now I have the opposite feelings. I think I am what I am now thanks to their harshness, scolding, and teaching me a lot of things back then. Thank you so much.

　I didn't expect to be able to get to F1 this quickly. Not only are there few Japanese drivers, but they are also those taking the shorter route compared to foreign drivers.

　When I first went to see F1 at Fuji Speedway at the age of seven, Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso were running. At that time, I wasn't longing for it, but I thought "I wanted to race with drivers like this someday", and those feelings are still the same. Hamilton is already a legend, and it's an honor to run with him, but when I get on the circuit, both Hamilton and Alonso are just drivers. Think of them as enemies.

　It's the same for Max Verstappen, who I think is the fastest and strongest opponent in Formula One, and Pierre Gasly, who's my teammate in Alpha Tauri. I want to know as soon as possible how well I can handle Verstappen and how well I can compete. Gasly was active in Japan's top-category, Super Formula, when I was running in Japanese F4, and I hope I can learn a lot of things from him, but I think he's also my biggest rival that I have to beat someday because we're in the same machine.

　'In the world of F1, "speed" is ultimately required.' No matter how fast you say you are, if you show off your speed, you can make an impact, and if you have speed, you can get back in front in the second half even if you were overtaken or separated from the pack in the beginning of the race. However, it is actually the most difficult to show "speed" in a situation like this. My biggest strength is speed, so in addition to that, I want to learn more of what I lack.

　Come to think of it, at an online conference held this off-season, my goal came out big like, "I'll be a Formula One champion more than seven times, the most ever tied," but that's not what I meant.

　I haven't done a single race in Formula One yet, so I can't say that (bitter smile).

　What I'm thinking about right now is to give the best performance I have in the first race, and to get as many points as possible throughout the season. Just like F2, even if you go up to F1, you will make a lot of mistakes from the beginning to the middle of the season, but I want to learn a lot by making new discoveries there. After saying such a thing at the press conference, there was a question like, "What is Tsunoda's ambition?" So I replied, "Maybe I'll win the championship seven times like Lewis Hamilton?" which became a big headline.To be exact, I really want to concentrate on everything in front of me now, and I hope that my ambition will come true as a result of that accumulated effort.

　What kind of scene will I see in the future? I want to improve my ability and become a race driver representing the F1 world, and I think it will be a different pressure and motivation, so the expectations of the fans may be even higher.

　That's why I want to never forget how I felt when I drove in Formula One for the first time in 2021. I want to cherish the current feelings of a rookie and continue to make mistakes to my heart's content, learn a lot from them, and enjoy them.

　I don't think I'll shed tears like I did four years ago in the final selection. I will never forget the tears I shed that day. But if I were to cry from now on, what kind of tears would I have...?

　I think it's realistic to say when I first win the championship. It's very difficult to get to Formula One, but it's going to be a tough road ahead. It's really hard to win, so if I'm going to shed tears, it's probably not "regretful tears" but "happy tears".

#yuki tsunoda #f1 #well this was a pain to translate #but it was a very nice read :D #mine

[nealiios]

The Supernatural 70s: Part I - Corruption of An Innocent

"We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers writers."

-- with apologies to the screenwriter of "Stripes"

Dear reader, I have the darkest of revelations to make to you, a truth when fully and wholly disclosed shall most assuredly chill you to the bone, a tale that shall make you question all that you hold to be true and good and holy about my personal history. While you may have come in search of that narrative designer best known for his works of interactive high fantasy, you should know that he is also a crafter of a darker art, a scribbler of twisted tales filled with ghosts, and ghouls, and gargoyles. I am, dear innocent, a devotee of horrors! Mwahahahaha!

[cue thunderclap, lightning, pipe organ music]

Given the genre of writing for which most of you know me, I forgive you if you think of me principally as a fantasy writer. I don't object to that classification because I do enjoy mucking about with magic and dark woods and mysterious ancient civilizations. But if you are to truly know who I am as a writer, you must realize that the image I hold of myself is principally as a creator of weird tales.

To understand how and why I came to be drawn to this sub-genre of fantastic fiction, you first must understand that I come from peculiar folks. Maybe I don't have the Ipswich look, or I didn't grow up in a castle, but my pedigree for oddity has been there from the start. My mother was declared dead at birth by her doctor, and often heard voices calling to her in the dead of night that no one else could hear. Her mother would periodically ring us up to discuss events in our lives about which she couldn't possibly have known. My father's people still share ghost stories about a family homestead that burned down mysteriously in the 1960s. Even my older brother has outré memories about events he says cannot possibly be true, and as a kid was kicked off the Tulsa city bookmobile for attempting to check out books about UFOs, bigfoot, and ESP. It's fair to say I was doomed - or destined - for weirdness from the start.

If the above listed circumstances had not been enough, I grew up in an area where neighbors whispered stories about a horrifically deformed Bulldog Man who stalked kids who "parked" on the Old North Road near my house. The state in which I was raised was rife with legends of bigfoots, deer women, and devil men. Even in my childhood household there existed a pantheon of mythological entities invented explicitly to keep me in line. If I was a good boy, The Repairman would leave me little gifts of Hot Wheels cars or candy. If I was being terrible, however, my father would dress in a skeleton costume, rise from the basement and threaten to drag me down into everlasting hellfire (evidently there was a secret portal in our basement.) There were monsters, monsters EVERYWHERE I looked in my childhood world. Given that I was told as a fledgling writer to write what I knew, how could anyone have been surprised that the first stories I wrote were filled with the supernatural?

"The Nightmare" by John Henry Fuseli (1781)

My formative years during the late sixties and early seventies took place at a strange juncture in our American cultural history. At the same time that we were loudly proclaiming the supremacy of scientific thought because we'd landed men on the moon, we were also in the midst of a counter cultural explosion of interest in astrology, witchcraft, ghosts, extra sensory perception, and flying saucers. Occult-related books were flying off the shelves as sales surged by more than 100% between 1966 and 1969. Cultural historians would come to refer to this is as the "occult boom," and its aftershocks would impact popular cultural for decades to come.

My first contact with tales of the supernatural were innocuous, largely sanitized for consumption by children. I vividly remember watching Casper the Friendly Ghost and the Disney version of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I read to shreds numerous copies of both Where the Wild Things Are and Gus the Ghost. Likely the most important exposure for me was to the original Scooby Doo, Where Are You? cartoon which attempted to inoculate us from our fears of ghosts and aliens by convincing us that ultimately the monster was always just a bad man in a mask. (It's fascinating to me that modern incarnations of Scooby Doo seem to have completely lost this point and instead make all the monsters real.)

ABOVE: Although the original cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? ran only for one season from 1969 to 1970, it remained in heavy reruns and syndication for decades. It is notable for having been a program that perfectly embodied the conflict between reason and superstition in popular culture, and was originally intended to provide children with critical thinking skills so they would reject the idea of monsters, ghosts, and the like. Ironically, modern takes on Scooby Doo have almost entirely subverted this idea and usually present the culprits of their mysteries as real monsters.

During that same time, television also introduced me to my first onscreen crush in the form of the beautiful and charming Samantha Stevens, a witch who struggles to not to use her powers while married to a frequently intolerant mortal advertising executive in Bewitched. The Munsters and The Addams Family gave me my first taste for "goth" living even before it would become all the rage in the dance clubs of the 1980s. Late night movies on TV would bring all the important horror classics of the past in my living room as Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolf Man, the Invisible Man, the Phantom of the Opera, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Godzilla all became childhood friends. Over time the darkened castles, creaking doors, foggy graveyards, howling wolves, and ever present witches and vampires became so engrained in my psyche that today they remain the "comfort viewing" to which I retreat when I'm sick or in need of other distractions from modern life.

ABOVE: Elizabeth Montgomery starred in Bewitched (1964 - 1972) as Samantha Stephens, a witch who married "mortal" advertising executive Darren Stephens (played for the first five seasons by actor Dick York). Inspired by movies like I Married a Witch (1942) and Bell, Book and Candle (1958), it was a long running series that explored the complex relationship dynamics between those who possess magic and those who don't. Social commentators have referred to it as an allegory both for mixed marriages and also about the challenges faced by minorities, homosexuals, cultural deviants, or generally creative folks in a non heterogeneous community. It was also one of the first American television programs to portray witches not as worshippers of Satan, but simply as a group of people ostracized for their culture and their supernatural skills.

Even before I began elementary school, there was one piece of must-see gothic horror programming that I went out of my way to catch every day. Dark Shadows aired at 3:30 p.m. on our local ABC affiliate in Tulsa, Oklahoma which usually allowed me to catch most of it if I ran home from school (or even more if my mom or brother picked me up.) In theory it was a soap opera, but the show featured a regular parade of supernatural characters and themes. The lead was a 175 year old vampire named Barnabas Collins (played by Johnathan Frid), and the show revolved around his timeless pursuit of his lost love, Josette. It was also a program that regularly dealt with reincarnation, precognition, werewolves, time travel, witchcraft, and other occult themes. Though it regularly provoked criticism from religious groups about its content, it ran from June of 1966 until it's final cancellation in April of 1971. (I would discover it in the early 1970s as it ran in syndication.) Dark Shadows would spin off two feature-length movies based on the original, a series of tie-in novels, an excellent reboot series in 1991 (starring Ben Cross as Barnabas), and a positively embarrassingly awful movie directed by Tim Burton in 1991.

ABOVE: Johnathan Frid starred as Barnabas Collins, one of the leading characters of the original Dark Shadows television series. The influence of the series cannot be understated. In many ways Dark Shadows paved the way for the inclusion of supernatural elements in other soap operas of the 1970s and the 1980s, and was largely responsible for the explosion of romance novels featuring supernatural themes over the same time period.

While Dark Shadows was a favorite early television program for me, another show would prove not only to be a borderline obsession, but also a major influence on my career as a storyteller. Night Gallery (1969-1973) was a weekly anthology television show from Rod Serling, better known as the creator and host of the original Twilight Zone. Like Twilight Zone before it, Night Gallery was a deep and complex commentary on the human condition, but unlike its predecessor the outcomes for the characters almost always skewed towards the horrific and the truly outré. In "The Painted Mirror," an antiques dealer uses a magic painting to trap an enemy in the prehistoric past. Jack Cassidy plots to use astral projection to kill his romantic rival in "The Last Laurel" but accidentally ends up killing himself. In "Eyes" a young Stephen Spielberg directs Joan Crawford in a story about an entitled rich woman who plots to take the sight of a poor man. Week after week it delivered some of the best-written horror television of the early 1970s.

In retrospect I find it surprising that I was allowed to watch Night Gallery at all. I was very young while it was airing, and some of the content was dark and often quite shocking for its time. Nevertheless, I was so attached to the show that I'd throw a literal temper tantrum if I missed a single, solitary episode. If our family needed to go somewhere on an evening that Night Gallery was scheduled, either my parents would either have to wait until after it had aired before we left, or they'd make arrangements in advance with whomever we were visiting to make sure it was okay that I could watch Night Gallery there. I was, in a word, a fanatic.

ABOVE: Every segment of Night Gallery was introduced by series creator Rod Serling standing before a painting created explicitly for the series. Director Guillermo del Toro credits Serling's series as being the most important and influential show on his own work, even more so than the more famous Twilight Zone.

#horror #70s #occult #supernatural #television #writing

[ripspaghet]

STUPID CUPID | 01

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | ongoing

→ pairing: jimin x reader

→ word count: 3,309

Prologue Summary; You and Jimin have been neighbors since you were four years old and hated each other ever since. It isn't until the two of you head off to college that fate, or rather, a certain baby with wings, decides its time to teach the two of you a lesson.

→ warnings/genre: bodyswap au, enemies to lovers, slight smut, eventual smut, slow burn

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It's not always in the dead of the night, or the middle of a downpour, that the people we love decide to leave us.

A splash of yellow paints across the canvas of a blue sky, wings fluttering against a cool breeze. Curious little things - butterflies that is - the way they flutter about and land on anything colored brightly, your windowsill for example.

The people we love often leave during ordinary days, just like this one.

Holding your breath you inch the tip of your index finger towards it. Of course, you know butterflies aren't meant to be touched. Though, what four year old is going to pass up something as pretty as this? As you itch closer it startles, but not from you. An abrupt slam of a door shakes your walls and you turn a cheek to the retreating insect. You stare at your bedroom door. Pushing yourself off the windowsill, you make your way over, feet brushing against the carpet floor, and out the door.

"How could you!" Another slam ricochets through the house and you flinch back, nearly retreating to your room, "How dare you!"

After that moment in life, you were no longer the type of person to let serendipity rule you - so, it's only natural that you ignore it when it falls into your lap - turn and walk away as if it'd never been there, to begin with.

A week before the Switch

It hadn't been long since the sun peeked out from the horizon, but the warm body next to you is what stirs you awake, limbs stretching and contorting. Going against your better judgment you let a heavy lid peek open, only to snap it shut again. 

"I saw that." An arm snakes around your shoulder and pulls you into a toned chest, his sun-kissed skin warm against yours.

"Then you should apologize for waking me up." You try wiggling out of his hold, but he follows you, nose nudging the crook of your neck while his slender fingers press into your hip bone. 

"Stay."

You sit up, "Let go," Pushing the blankets from your sweaty skin you realize you wouldn't be getting any more sleep with him beside you - the literal sun himself. 

His sleepy gaze follows you as you move towards your dresser drawers, "Come back. I'm sorry for waking you."

It takes only one glance to determine his motives, almond-shaped eyes flickering up and down your bare skin. He lays on his side, an elbow propping up his head, fingers combing through dark messy hair. You can't help but let your gaze wander down over the thin cotton sheets draped across his lower half. A smile ticks up the edge of your lips. More often than not, this guy has a way of forcing you to convey urges you push down. It's one of his many endearing qualities that annoy the living hell out of you.

"Come here."

Rolling your eyes you push your drawer shut again and make your way back to the bed. As soon as you slide back into his reach his hands are on you, tugging you to his lap as he rolls over. He looks up at you - eyes lowering to your exposed chest then waist, where his hands begin to wander up. When he reaches the swell of your breasts his fingertips graze along the supple skin, eliciting a sharp intake of air from you, "Say it."

Your eyes flutter open, annoyance coming full force, "That's a little cliché, don't you th-" His thumb and forefingers clamp down on your nipples and a submissive whine falls from your lips. 

"I said, " He hisses, lips pressing against your sternum, "say it."

You let out a sigh, "Hoseok, "

A satisfied smile lights up his face and he releases you, letting his hands fall to your thighs, "Good girl,"

You snort, trying to distract from your flushed cheeks, "What are you getting at?" You nudge the fingers that caress you, "Don't tell me you want more this early in the-"

"I do," He leans in, speaking between slow and teasing kisses that he places along your neck, "but," He sighs, "I do need to ask you something first."

"Ask me what?" You pull away.

"Ah, " He groans, "won't you let me soften you up first?" Hoseok has always been like this, avoidant of serious topics and more than active during the sexual or unimportant ones.

"No."

His eyes shift away from yours, finding your pastel sheets more interesting, "I don't want to ruin this."

"Oh, yeah?" You begin to pull away from him again, only his grip on you tightens.

"Alright," He hums, snaking his arms around your waist, "will you be mine then?"

You freeze against him, staring with wide, unmoving eyes, "Excuse me?" 

"I know, but I care about you. I even-"

"No." You shove his arms off to crawl out of the bed.

"You don't have to say it back. We can just-"

"No, we can't just. We had a deal. You were supposed to tell me if you ever developed feelings. I'm not the slightest bit interested in a relationship, or you for that matter."

He rolls his eyes as you put your clothes on, "I've always had feelings for you. I only said I didn't so I'd have a chance."

You freeze, turning to look back at him as he sits up, "Seriously?"

"I'm in love with you ____." He smiles as if he's just said the simplest thing in the world. Like it's easy for him to just give away everything he is to someone else - someone like you no less. A person who couldn't give a rat's ass for his so-called feelings.

You let out a dry laugh and turn towards the bathroom, "Love, huh?"

"Give me a chance to prove it and I'll have you falling for me in a week."

"I have no interest in love, Hoseok."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, "So cold, you won't even budge an inch?"

"What is it with men and not knowing what the word no means?" You pick up your toothbrush only to feel hands smooth over your hips and enclose you in a pair of strong arms. Where your skin meets him, a flame blooms, though you choose to ignore it to instead squeeze toothpaste onto your brush.

"Say you'll think about it."

You turn around to face him, your chest touching his, "If I say that, will you get out?"

He nods with satisfaction.

You place your toothbrush in your mouth and push him away from you, "I'll think about it."

"Good, " He smiles, "I'll be going overseas to visit my sister this weekend. By the time I get back, you'll have decided. Right?" 

"Sure," You feign interest and begin brushing your teeth.

"'Think about it', as if." You scoff, "I've told him a thousand times over that I'm not interested. After this, we're done. I've already blocked him."

"I mean, I can't blame the guy. You've been going at it for over a year now."

"Jin," You grab the finger his pointing at you accusingly, "he knows next to nothing about me."

He hums, taking his hand back, and passing you a paper bag that's filled with your favorite breakfast pastry, "I just saying, maybe you should give him an actual chance this time."

"Why?" You raise an eyebrow as you take the bag from him, "So he can prove me right?"

"You haven't been in a real relationship since high school. You can't act like you know what it's gonna be like."

"How much different can relationships be now? They're nothing but trouble. I fail to see how that can change just because I'm older." You furrow your brow while picking at your food.

"Relationships aren't trouble, they're work. You're just too lazy and cold hearted to see that."

You groan and take a drink from your coffee, "Whatever, as if you'd understand. You fall in love with everything with a pulse."

He nods at you, unashamed, "Love is the seasoning of life - to live without it is to be dead."

"You're so melodramatic."

"Alright, change of subject. I've been hearing whispers from people." Jin smiles brightly at you.

"Oh? And what's that? More gossip?"

"Gossip?" He scoffs, "I'll have you know that this is top-quality news I'm gathering day to day and I ought to be running an article for this school."

"Tch, " You take a bite out of your breakfast, willing yourself to ignore your elder.

"Anyway," He huffs dramatically, "as I was saying, this Valentine's Day there's going to be a big party at the Jjang house-"

"There's always a big party at Jjang."

He narrows his eyes at you, "If you'd let me finish I was going to say, they're making it so that everyone who shows up has to wear red and a mask, or you're not allowed in."

You swallow your food and cough, nearly choking, "Huh?"

"Yup, they finally got sick of all the hate the art department dishes out on them."

"Can you blame us?" The booth cushion dips beside you and you turn to see another one of your friends now leaning over you to steal a piece of your breakfast, "My grandmother could throw a better party than those guys and she's dead."

Jin chokes on his drink, "Jungkook! Your poor grandmother!"

You snort, "Hey, Kookie."

Jungkook gives you a goofy smile as he chews before turning back to Jin, "My grandma is alive and well, Hyung. It's only a metaphor."

"A metaphor?" Jin sputters, "Do you even know what a metaphor is?"

Jungkook shrugs and smiles when you pass him a bag of donut-holes, "Not exactly."

"I think what he said can be implied as a metaphor."

Jin's eyes cut over to you, "Yeah, well, you're as much of an idiot as he is, if not more so." A sack of donuts slaps against your chest and you catch it before it falls into your lap, "You two need to go before you're late to that practice again."

"Alright, but before that how'd it go with that girl Yuna?"

Jin's eyes snap back in your direction as he sucks in a sharp breath of air, only to choke on the egg sandwich he'd been chewing. Coughing profusely, he lets out a croak, "What the hell?"

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, watching as your friend wipes the egg off his face, which is more than you can say for Jungkook. He's cackling so hard that people in the cafe are starting to turn their heads.

"Honestly, I bought you both breakfast and now you're harassing me in public," Jin grumbles under his breath.

After a bit more "harassment" you and Jungkook leave Jin to head to your practice. As strange as it is for an art major you've had an obsession with sports since you could remember. So, you joined one of the few sports teams available at your university your freshman year. You also convinced Jungkook to join alongside you. Convincing him wasn't that difficult either, seeing as both of you are extremely competitive. All it took was a bit of taunting.

"Early as always you two." A hand pats your shoulder and you laugh nervously.

"Sorry, Irene."

"Whatever," She drops her sarcastic tone, replacing it with a cheerful laugh, "just hurry up and get changed. I swear you do on purpose."

You turn to look at her,"Do what?"

She glances at Jungkook, who's already left you behind to get changed, "Oh, nothing." She pats your shoulder again with what you might call a forced smile, "I wouldn't want things to be awkward."

You raise a brow as Irene leaves you be to start warm-ups, "Okay?"

Irene is the team captain and a good friend of yours. It's hard not to be her friend when she's so easy to get along with, although you've shared a few weird moments with her that suggests something to do with Jungkook. You've suspected for a while now that she may have a crush on your best friend, but being unsure you refuse to help her or get involved in any way. Jungkook hates when you meddle with his love life, which you learned from experience when you tried to set him up with a girl in your anatomy class. Long story short, Kookie was forced to turn that girl down and was upset with you for a week about it. Ever since you've refused to help any of the girls that have approached you to get to him.

Once in the dressing room, you quickly change clothes and lace up your shoes after tying your hair up.

Love just isn't something you should involve yourself with. Whether it's for yourself or your friends. Who knows, maybe bad luck with love runs in the family.

You leave the dressing room and approach where Jungkook waits for you on the court, "Warm ups?"

"Yeah," He nods, "Irene wants us to catch up with the others. So, she's probably going to give us more to do once everyone is finished. Let's get this done as fast as possible."

"Alright, full speed ahead." You playfully bounce on your toes a few times before making your way to the other side of the net across from Jungkook as he tosses the volleyball from hand to hand, "Show me what you got, virgin."

He laughs, "I think you have the wrong idea about me."

"Then you shouldn't have a problem proving it, right?"

"Just ask your sister."

"I don't have a-"

"Wait nine months."

"Huh?"

With that Jungkook tosses the ball up and jumps for it, landing a harsh slap on it that sends it hurtling through the air toward you - only, you're caught off guard when someone suddenly shouts at you and your head whips around. The ball slams into your chest, knocking the wind out of you with a dramatic 'oof'. And stood there, at the entrance of the gym, is a group of dance majors that you can't stop yourself from scowling at. Especially, when you notice him silently avoiding your eyes at the center of the group.

The one on his left laughs, having seen you land firmly on your ass, "Did you both see that?"

"Glad we came in late today. We could've missed it, right, Jimin?" The other nudges him.

He hums in response but doesn't look in your direction, just continues toward the dance studio.

Sixteen Years Before the Switch

"She's pretty isn't she, Jimin?"

The boy shifts his gaze before hiding behind his mother's leg.

"Why don't you go play? I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Can I?"

She nods with an encouraging smile, "She won't bite."

Jimin was only five at the time, you four and typically, when two children are neighbors they become friends, sometimes best friends for that matter, but that just wasn't the case with you and Jimin.

"Hi, I'm Jimin. Me, my mommy, and daddy live next door."

You didn't respond, just continued playing with your blue toy truck, quietly ignoring the boy next to you.

"I like the color of your truck."

You glanced over your shoulder at him, only to quickly look away again when you met his eyes. His presence was making you nervous, you only wanted him to go away. But, he didn't take your rushed gaze as a sign to give up and go away, if anything it only made him think to try harder and that's when he reached for your hand, "Let be friends-"

"Leave me alone!"

Sure, you didn't necessarily bite him, as his mother had suggested, but you sure as hell pushed him away and ran. Admittedly, it wasn't Jimin's fault. Moving to Busan had been the beginning of the end for you. Your Mom hoped that maybe Jimin and you would hit it off. After so much change in your lives, she wanted at least you to be happy, even if she wasn't. Though, the similar interest in sports and sweets made no difference. The bickering never ended between Jimin and you. Coaches were forced to put one of you on the bench, while the other played, or someone was getting hurt. If your families ever had dinner together, you fought over dessert.

"You'll only get hurt."

"Me being a girl makes no difference in my abilities to plow you into the ground, Jimin!" You throw the soccer ball at his face, landing a satisfying thwack.

You think Jimin grew to hate you for it. Not that it mattered at the time, since you disliked him first.

"But that's the last piece, Momma."

"Jimin is our guest ____. Don't be rude."

"But-"

"No buts."

You glared at Jimin across the table, wishing your legs were long enough to kick him from where you sat.

The older you got, the worse it became.

"What did you say?"

Your teammate scowls back at you, "I said, you're a girl and outta act like one."

"And who are you to say what a girl outta act like?" You shove him into the lockers just behind him and he yelps in surprise.

"Hey," 

You pause, head-turning to the left where the entrance to the hallway is.

"Don't you think you're being a bit reckless?"

Stepping back from your teammate, you sigh, "Great, just what I need."

Jimin has always been the popular type, loved by everyone for acting like someone he isn't. That's probably what annoyed you the most about him when you got older, he was never himself. He always lied about what he thought or how he felt to please others while acting completely different when no one else was around.

"Leave him alone and go to class, ____."

"Or what?" You laugh dryly, "You're talking as if I'm bullying this guy when he's the one who-"

"Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

Your glare sharpens, "Oh, I heard you, Park."

Long story short, that was the first time you'd ever been suspended. Your mother was pissed, to say the least, and you quit the soccer team that year.

A week before the Switch

Jimin eyes you from the entrance of the gym, expressionless as his friends cut up on either side of him. You can't help the scowl that contorts your face, nor the tension that builds up in your shoulders. It's been a few months since you've seen him on campus and you'd almost forgotten about him, until now.

"You alright?"

You take Jungkook's hand and stand back up, "Fine." You dust off your bottom with a sigh. Another thing, none of your friends know about Jimin. Seeing as he is someone you wish you never knew, it makes sense that you avoid even the subject of him like the pledge.

"Let's start over, you hit this time." Jungkook passes you the ball then turns to head back under the net.

With a solid nod, you force yourself to relax, putting all your tension into your fingertips that now grip the ball.

Jimin just so happens to also have a love for the arts, which has lead to the two of you attending the same university - him being a dance major and you, art. Luckily, you rarely see each other since dance majors normally reside on the opposite side of campus. On the off chance, you do see him it's always because of volleyball practice or one of his friends, who just so happens to be an art major.

"____, earth to ____?"

"Sorry," You toss the ball up and slam your hand against it, sending it through the air and over the net.

"Nice," Jungkook bumps the ball back to you. You run for it, the feeling of eyes following you.

You have a sinking feeling that something super annoying is in the works.

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[sunarou]

I love you 3000; Haikyuu edition

A/N; This was actually a Kpop post but it didn't get enough recognition so I'm reposting it but haikyuu version! (ps. this isn't exclusively haikyuu volleyball canon!)

ღSugawara Koushi⤖ The high school sweetheart, the one who helped you study all night, grabbed snacks for you everyday, the one who showed you he loved and cherished you in every way he can, until he couldn't anymore, until he no longer felt that spark anymore, you cried for days, your first heartbreak, he was always so passionate about everything, a burning desire to complete his goals, but when he lost interest, he completely abandons them. He gave you the love and care he could give, until he couldn't feel that burning desire in his heart anymore, so just like that, he abandons you too.

ღHinata Shoyo⤖The sweet shop owner, more like the owner's son. The candies were as sweet as he was, always had a bright smile, a positive attitude and a cute face. He was the kid's favourite, he always snuck an extra candy or two in their bags. You always favoured him, he was just so cute with his squishable face and his eyes that twinkled. His words always sugar coated, he sang you songs with an angelic voice.

He sweetly slid into your heart, only two years apart, you thought 'Why not?'. After 3 months into the relationship, those sugar coated words turned into venom laced words. His face showed no emotion, short worded answers. "How are y-" "Fine" he cuts you off, with annoyance in his tone, "Something wr-" "Stressed" he does again, you frowned, "What's going on with you these da-" "Can you stop talking to me for once?! Like I said I'm fine! What else do you need?!" He yelled, the first time he bursted. You exhaled, "So this is where we're heading down.." "I don't wanna keep pretending anymore... Let's break up, I can't handle you anymore, I'm always so annoyed with your presence it hurts" he said, and with that you ran away from the sweet shop, the shop where once a sweet boy was.

ღAtsumu Miya⤖ A popular guy in your high school that constantly bugged you, you didn't like attention from people so you pushed him away to avoid any misunderstandings. "Y/N, for how longer are you gonna push me away?" He asked, his eyes held sadness. "I-I.. Atsumu do you like me?" You asked unconsciously, your eyes widened as he smiled. "Yeah, yeah I do,"

In no time you two were dating, it felt like cloud nine but the mirage started to dissipate when he started canceling your dates, to hang out with your best friend. You tried to understand at first of course, he just wanted to know your best friend more. But it seemed like she was dating Atsumu instead, he even started talking about her whenever he hung out with you. You have had enough of the way he's treated you, you dumped him and your friend. Turns out he's only used you to get her when you see the both of them together, smiling wider than when he was with you.

ღTerushima Yuuji⤖The summer lover, you met him through some friends, instantly loving his company and pick up lines. He never missed a day without telling you a cheesy pick up line or calling you. Not long enough, you were a couple. But seasons change and people too, one day he just flat out ignored your texts and calls, or just never bothered to talk to you whenever you go on dates, this went on the whole summer break, you got sick and tired of his excuses of being busy or tired, sick of his attitude, so you called it off. He didn't even bother to take you back, just let you walk out of his life. Maybe that's why they call it summer love, it only lasts in summer.

ღShirabu Kenjirou⤖The smart ass student, college came, and so did the headache of dealing with this one specific classmate, he always had a habit of nitpicking every flaw you made in science and math class, he always made you feel stupid. "I can do this myself" you told him, he shook his head "No you can't, this one's wrong an-" "Can you stop pointing out my wrong answers?! Y-You make me feel so stupid you know?" You sniffed as you stood up to leave, he caught your wrist and stood up. "I-I never meant to hurt your feelings, I guess it was a habit, I wanted you to succeed in your tests.. because I.. have feelings for you". Nonetheless you were shocked, "Sorry, my mouth's rambling again" he took off his hand from your wrist. "If you just told me that.. I would've said okay, and if you want me to succeed then help me! Tell me how to do it, don't do it for me" you said, he smiled brightly "Deal". You thought he would be your last, your forever but, he too, changed.

He always controlled what you did, what you wore, which friends you can hang out with and your curfew. It was like he had a life plan for you, you didn't like to be held down and controlled, but you still loved him. You had no choice but to break it off, there was something he was wrong about for the first time, that you were his.

ღOikawa Tooru⤖ Your brother's friend that became your friend, inseparable, until that is, when he confessed his love to you on New Year's, you thought it would last, that you would recover from Shirabu's breakup, but in the end, it never worked out, he had to go abroad for a volleyball opportunity, only until then you realized your LDR {long distance relationship} wasn't working out, plus.. he found a replacement for you, without even telling you.

ღBokuto Koutarou⤖ The rebound, it sounds harsh, and it is. Using someone was never your thing, he truly did love you, and he knew he was nothing but a rebound, to distract yourself from the heartbreaks left and right. But he was still there, no matter how much pushing you did, warnings you gave, he still didn't back down. Maybe, just maybe, you could try to find it in yourself to give him back the love he needs. But pretending wasn't healthy for the both of you. So you did what you do the best and broke your heart again, but Bokuto didn't let you do that, he showed you how to love him, taught you how to love and trust again.

But in the end. The lessons never worked, you were grateful for him, he was by your side no matter what, "I'm sorry for using you" you said, "It's alright, I'm glad to feel your love, even if it was just all pretend" "I'm sorry, and goodbye" you choked back a sob, pecking his cheek and walking away from him, you heartless monster, breaking his heart like that. You wanted a break from love for a while, just so you could focus on your studies, and yourself.

~Love Lola 🦋

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu terushima #haikyuu bokuto

[zhong-chen1e]

-𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 3000

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↳𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 '𝙏𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚". 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 '𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 3000' 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 3000 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙣.

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘼𝙐 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡

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ღ𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞⤖ The high school sweetheart, the one who helped you study all night, grabbed snacks for you everyday, the one who showed you he loved and cherished you in every way he can, until he couldn't anymore, until he no longer felt that spark anymore, you cried for days, your first heart break, he was always so passionate about everything, a burning desire to complete his goals, but when he lost interest, he completely abandons them. He gave you the love and care he could give, until he couldn't feel that burning desire in his heart anymore, so just like that, he abandons you too.

ღ𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠⤖ Your brother's friend that became your friend, inseparable, until that is, when he confessed his love to you on New Year's, you thought it would last, that you would recover from Mark Lee's breakup, but in the end, it never worked out, he had to go abroad for a job opportunity, only until then you realized your LDR {long distance relationship} wasn't working out, plus.. he found a replacement for you, without even telling you.

ღ𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤⤖ The president of the dance club you were once dragged in to join, he helped you dance and he was pretty smart too. Prom came around, for the last dance, he requested to perform something, a dance dedicated for you. In front of all the seniors, you were pressured to give an answer, "Can I uh.. take you out sometime?" He awkwardly asked after, you smiled and said yes. He made you oh so happy, but.. the feelings you had wasn't the one he wanted, so one night, you broke up with him through text, the most horrible way to break up. Telling him the truth, that you would've felt bad if you didn't answer yes, he read your message but.. you never heard from him again.

ღ𝐍𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧⤖The summer lover, you met him through some friends, instantly loving his company and pick up lines. He never missed a day without telling you a cheesy pick up line or calling you. Not long enough, you were a couple. But seasons change and people too, one day he just flat out ignored your texts and calls, or just never bothered to talk to you whenever you go on dates, this went on the whole summer break, you got sick and tired of his excuses of being busy or tired, sick of his attitude, so you called it off. He didn't even bother to take you back, just let you walk out of his life. Maybe that's why they call it summer love, it only lasted on summers.

ღ𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠⤖The smart ass student, college came, and so did the headache of dealing with this one specific classmate, he always had a habit of nitpicking every flaw you made in science and math class, he always made you feel stupid. "I can do this myself" you told him, he shook his head "No you can't, this one's wrong an-" "Can you stop pointing out my wrong answers?! Y-you make me feel so stupid you know?" You sniffed as you stood up to leave, he caught your wrist and stood up. "I-I never meant to hurt your feelings, I guess it was a habit, I wanted you to succeed in your tests.. because I.. have feelings for you". Nonetheless you were shocked, "Sorry, my mouth's rambling again" he took of his hand off your wrist. "If you just told me that.. I would've said okay, and if you want me to succeed then help me! Tell me how to do it, don't do it for me" you said, he smiled brightly "Deal". You thought he would be your last, your forever but, he too, changed.

He always controlled what you did, what you wore, which friends you can hang out with and your curfew. It was like he had a life plan for you, you didn't like to be held down and controlled, but you still loved him. You had no choice but to break it off, there was something he was wrong about for the first time, that you were his.

ღ𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞⤖The sweet shop owner, more like the owner's son. The candies were as sweet as he was, always had a bright smile, a positive attitude and a cute face. He was the kids's favourite, he always snuck a extra candy or two in their bags. You always favoured him, he was just so cute with his squishable face and his eyes that twinkled. His words always sugar coated, he sang you songs with an angelic voice. He sweetly slid into your heart, only two years apart, you thought 'Why not?'. After 3 months into the relationship, those sugar coated words turned into venom laced words.

His face showed no emotion, short worded answers. "How are y-" "Fine" he cuts you off, with annoyance in his tone, "Something wr-" "Stressed" he does again, you frowned, "What's going on with you these da-" "Can you stop talking to me for once?! Like I said I'm fine! What else do you need?!" He yelled, the first time he bursted. You exhaled, "So this is where we're heading down.." "I don't wanna keep pretending anymore... Let's break up, I can't handle you anymore, I'm always so annoyed with you presence it hurts" he said, and with that you ran away from the sweet shop, the shop where once a sweet boy were.

ღ𝐇𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧⤖ The rebound, it sounds harsh, and it is. Using someone was never your thing, he truly did love you, and he knew he was nothing but a rebound, to distract yourself from the heartbreaks left and right. But he was still there, no matter how much pushing you did, warnings you gave, he still didn't back down. Maybe, just maybe, you could try to find it in yourself to give him back the love he needs. But pretending wasn't healthy for the both of you. So you did what you do the best and broke your heart again, but Renjun didn't let you do that, he showed you how to love him, taught you how to love and trust again.

But in the end. The lessons never worked, you were grateful for him, he was by your side no matter what, "I'm sorry for using you" you said, "It's alright, I'm glad to feel your love, even if it was just all pretend" "I'm sorry, and goodbye" you choked back a sob, pecking his cheek and walking away from him, you heartless monster, breaking his heart like that. You wanted a break from love for a while, just so you could focus on your studies, and yourself.

But those were the boys you loved 3000

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[strangerthingfanfic]

chapter 1: Big Brother

I will remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was a day off school and our parents had gone to work for the day.

Usually, I would just go and visit my friends but I just wanted to relax and without my parent's home, especially Neil, it was easier.

I was in my room when the knocking on the door started.

I knew that Billy was in the living room lifting weights because I could hear the tv on.

The knocking continued which meant two things, one, Billy couldn't hear it over his stupid program, or two he didn't care if someone was there.

Sighing I headed past the brute in the living room and went to front door where the unwelcome visitor was still pounding on the door.

I undid the lock and opened the door slightly unaware that Billy had stopped what he was doing and kept an eye on me.

The person on the other side shocked me. It was Jason Carver, a junior member of the high school basketball team and an all-around annoying jock.

“Can I help you?” I asked cautiously as I knew him and Billy were not friends. Billy had made that quite clear on our trips to and from school.

Jason smiled. “I am here to see you, of course beautiful,” he said and tried to push the door open.

Groaning, I leaned against the door and something glistened in the sunlight.

That's when I saw it. The gun resting in his side pocket and started freaking out on the inside while remaining calm on the outside.

“I know your shithead brother is in there, I saw his ugly ass car. Why doesn't he come and face me like a man” Jason said, his eyes flashing with anger.

Not knowing what to do so I asked “what did Billy do to piss you off?” Meanwhile, hoping that someone was on my side, I made a finger gun behind my back in all hopes that Billy would see and understand.

And to my surprise, he did because he was behind me in seconds, pulling me in close and protectively wrapping his arms around me and that's when I realized he had been supervising the whole time.

“What the fuck Carver? Bringing a weapon to my house and scaring my little sister. She could've been hurt if you started waving it around” he said, his arms still holding me tightly against his chest.

I watched as the ferocity in Jason's eyes intensified. “You come into town and suddenly they're talking like you should be captain for the rest of the season. I am just here to make sure you don't want the position” Jason said as he placed his left hand on the gun.

I thought for sure billy would move me and take a swing but he stood there calmly and replied “Carver the basketball team is all yours and King Harringtons’. I've got a sister and grades to focus on, not some hotshot jocks”.

My eyes probably bulged as big as Jason's who scoffed and turned around. Steve was walking up the path as he was leaving.

“What did he want?” Steve asked, confused by the whole scene in front of him.

“Aww he just wanted to threaten me about being on the basketball team Harrington, no biggie except he was packing and could've hurt Maxie here” Billy said literally making me confused and happy at the same time.

Billy finally let go and motioned for Steve to follow them in. They had secretly (basically everyone knew but stayed silent) been dating for a few weeks and we're working on a plan for them to come out without Neil killing Billy.

As Steve got to the doorway I motioned for him to stop for a minute. “What's up Max?” he asked worriedly.

“Not only did Billy take a protective and nonviolent stand against Jason, but he also called me Maxie which he hasn't done for years. I'm worried he's sick or something” I replied honestly.

Steve, smiled, ruffled my hair and said “You will never understand how much he truly loves and cares for you. I have been working with him on showing it more and hopefully, soon you will both be living with me”.

I watched as he headed in and Billy kissed him on the forehead. I wanted to cry with happiness but I took a deep breath and told myself I would save that if all of what Steve said comes to pass.

Chapter 2: Steve

The next day as I exited the middle school I saw my brother's prized Camaro.

He didn't normally pick me up at school, I usually met him at the high school.

I was even more shocked when I approached the driver's side and the driver's seat was empty.

Looking around I saw Steve talking to Dustin who must have a Steve radar because she didn't see him there at all.

Going over I saw the look Steve had and knew immediately something was really wrong especially since he had the keys to the Camaro in his hand.

“Where's Billy?” I asked the two guys. Steve came over when he heard me and guided me to the Camaro, Dustin following in tow.

He motioned for us to both get in. I climbed in the passenger seat and Dustin got in the back.

I turned and looked at Steve and said “explain now”.

Taking a deep breath Steve said “Billy and I had met at his car during lunch for a quick make-out session.

Of course, Neil decided to show up at the school for the first time ever for something and caught us.

He literally dragged Billy out by his hair, told me to stay away from his family and threw Billy into the front seat of his car.

Before he did though Billy tossed me the keys and said to make sure you don't get around them ever again.

I haven't heard from Billy since, so here I am. We will find him, Max”

I shrunk into my seat as Steve started the car and headed to his place.

My heart was racing and I couldn't stop the tears. Billy and I had finally started repairing the relationship that Neil had broke and now he was gone. Possibly forever.

I didn't even notice when we arrived back at Steve's place. It wasn't until I heard car doors opening that it even hit me.

Silently I got out and followed Steve and Dustin to the house. As we approached we saw sheriff Hopper and my heart dropped to the ground.

“They had found a body, I just know it,” I thought to myself as we finished the approach.

Hopper looked at me with the look of someone delivering horrible news.

“Just give it to me straight Hopper,” I said planting my feet and willing my body to stay right where it was instead of taking off.

Taking in a deep breath he said “we found Billy Max. He is in a psychiatric facility that specializes in “helping” people not be gay. We are working with law enforcement in Indianapolis right now to get him out but it could take a while and I don't know what shape he will be in”.

He was alive. That's all that mattered at that point. “He will get out you will see,” I said and ran up and gave Hopper a huge hug.

“As long as he's alive he will get out,” I said again and ran inside.

Later that night, after Dustin’s mom picked him up, Steve and I were sitting in the dining room having dinner when a loud knock sounded from the front door.

I must've gone pale with fear because Steve placed his hand on mine and said softly, “Neil is in jail he can't hurt you, Max”.

I nodded and both of us headed to the front door.

When we opened it there stood Billy, battered, bruised, bleeding but standing there.

“Can I come in or are you both going to just stare?” Billy asked, annoyed.

Steve threw his arms around him and gave him a big kiss. Billy grunted but didn't back away.

I just stood in the hallway with tears running down my face.

I felt his arms before I saw him. He was the one who was in pain but he was comforting me.

At that moment I realized my big brother was not going anywhere. I will always be safe.

Or so I thought.

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[pbandjesse]

I don't feel so good. I don't know what hit me all of a sudden but I just feel bad. My jaw started hurting really bad and I started crying and so I took some medicine and the pain is going away but I just feel sick. I think I'm going to have to go eat something. Not fun.

I really prefer James last night. And today. But he was just so sad. I understand why he's hurting so bad about losing something so important to him. Thankfully he does have a second bike but it's not the bike he's had since high school. It's not his favorite thing. And the other bike has to be fixed and that's going to cost him almost $100. We're having terrible bike luck lately. And I hate seeing how much pain he was in.

We slept okay. I think he was just emotionally exhausted and passed out. I slept okay because of the air conditioning. And we woke up around 8. Had a slow morning. James stretched and took a shower. I got dressed and played on my phone. And we left a little bit after he ate a muffin.

We walk to the pet food store and got Sweet Pea stuff. Cat food. And then we walked back to my apartment. James talked to his friend on the phone. And we got back to my place. On the way back in the alley we found two really nice bar stools. So we carried them back to store for when we move. Hopefully we'll have a bar or counter we can use them with because they're really nice.

Our plans were kind of changed because we are originally going to go for a bike ride. Couldn't do that because James is other bike is broken and the bike store wasn't open on Memorial Day. So instead we walked to the bus and went to Patterson Park. It was a nice day out. And I didn't want to waste it.

I felt very anxious about lots of things today. But it was nice being with James. We took the bus and we got up there and my jaw was hurting all of a sudden. So we walked along the edge of the park and went to the Rite Aid. Got some extra sunscreen and aspirin headed back.

And we walked around the pond. Tried to balance a Furby on a lily pad. She only got a little damp. I liked touching the water. And seeing all the fuzzy milkweed looking stuff flying in the air. It's nice just being outside with my boyfriend.

We did that for a while looked at the community pool and found out the prices. When we walked up to the main street to find lunch. Pizza place where we're going to go was closed for the holiday so we went to the cheap pizza place down the street. Which was fine but used a little bit too much cheese. And then we had a back and forth about carrying the leftovers. Because I wanted to put it in tin foil and put it in my backpack. But James want to carry a box and for some reason that stress me out real bad. I don't know why the idea of having that box made me so on edge but it really did. Even if I wasn't carrying it. But James got his way and we went back out.

We went to the thrift store that's on the Main Street that I passed on the bus yesterday. Didn't buy anything but it was fun looking around. And then we went back to the park to see the pagoda.

The Pagoda is funny. It's very pretty and it's a landmark but James didn't really know the history of it. There's no real sign. And so we looked it up and it turns out it was originally called The Observatory. And you can see a lot of different parts of Baltimore from it. Back when everything was shorter. And it was really interesting to see that there really isn't any point to it. It's just pretty. And it was made just to be pretty. They almost demolished it in the 50s but they were stored it in the late 90s. That's cool. It's a really nice building.

We sat in front of it for a little while and then we walked up to go to Rita's. I got water ice. My first water ice of the season. James. Peach and I got Cherry. Poured most of it into my water bottle to save for later and then we went to wait for the bus to go home.

Again I was anxious about the bus but it came. And then we took that and transfer to the free bus to go back to my apartment. I loaded up the cart for James to bring back home with him in our slow move. Just a couple things that fit and I didn't need in my day-to-day life. And then we said goodbye.

I think that's been the hardest thing about packing because I'm still living in this apartment that it's hard to decide what I can give up on the day-to-day stuff. I took down all the art from all the rooms except for my bedroom. And I took a lot of books and put them in suitcases. Still got a lot of books that didn't fit but it's something.

We're making progress though. I think a bunch of my trucks are going to be going half to his parents house and half to his apartment in the coming weeks. I finished packing the one trunk with all of my nick-nacks. Not all all but a good amount of them. Pretty much everything from the bookshelf. And I do have one empty trunk back in my closet then I'm going to be able to use. But I'm trying to use as few cardboard boxes as possible since I have so many containers. And suitcases. And trunks. But it's progress.

I was frustrated with myself because I had just had four days off and I don't feel very rested. Honestly feel stressed out still. I do feel better than I did last week but I just wish I had more time to do nothing. Not that that will make you feel better but I need to finish my lesson plans and I need to finish that to sculpture for the dentist for our trade and I just couldn't get myself to do it. This week I will do that. Tomorrow is the kids art show so I'm not getting home till late but I plan on working on that shoe sculpture and finishing it before Friday. And I'm going to finish my lesson plans on Wednesday on Thursday morning. I want all that done before the end of the week. I'm giving myself a hard deadline. I have to get my act together. Never honestly just been a little overwhelmed by life and everything but the school Year's almost over.

Actually the Saturday is me and James this one year anniversary. We decided that we're going to celebrate on Friday when we both have the day off. And I'm really looking forward to it. Can't believe it's been a year though. Here's to many more.

I'm going to start getting ready for bed now. I have a long day tomorrow. Museum school kids art show sculpture time it's going to be a long day. But I hope it's a good day. And I don't get rained on too much.

I hope you all feel good out there. Sleep well. Good night

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