#i hate telling young excited teens and college kids what they need to do to get in this field

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To Raise Children: Chapter 29

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

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Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: The boys meet their sister!

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

Luckily feeding the boys was just what they needed. They're being a lot more civil and back to being best friends. They're off the wall excited to meet their sister. You were a little nervous but overall excited. You decided to call Tom while you guys hung out in the hotel room. The boys were playing with your laptop and you were in the little kitchenette.

"Yeah. They're excited and I am too but a little nervous... I mean they're nice but this is different than texting and facetiming them." You say quietly looking at the twins.

"I'm sure it'll be fine love." Tom tell you.

"Hopefully." You knew he's probably right but your brain was telling you otherwise.

"Come on in a couple hours your gonna call me telling me you had a great time." Tom assures.

"I hate that you're probably right."

"Yeah sure you do." He laughs. You smile to yourself, you love his laugh.

———

You make it to the restaurant. The boys have been so excited they even picked out gifts for their sister at the airport in boston this morning. One is teddy bear in a patriots jersey and the other is a dog beanie boo. You see the couple waving you to their table. You guys are at a diner, they said it was their favorite. You grab the boys hands and lead them to the table. The family except Amelia stand up.

"Oh my God hi!" Janet grins and give you a hug. "Let me guess Flynn and Felix?" She points to the boys.

"Yeah!"

"No one ever gets that right!" Felix grins.

"Hi." Kevin smiles he give a you a side hugs and just smiles at the boys.

"We got Amelia gifts!" Flynn says excitedly, while Felix holds up the patriots teddy bear.

"Teddy!" The young girl reaches for it from her child's seat.

"Here you!" Felix smiles handing it over.

"Thank you!" She hugs it grinning.

"I got you a dog!" Flynn hands it to his sister smiling. She squeezes it.

"That's so sweet of you boys!" Janet smiles as you all sit down. You sit with next to Felix who was sitting next to Flynn who set next to the child's seat that Amelia was. "How was your flight?"

"It was okay." You smile.

"Okay so how's your boyfriend Tom right?" She asks, she knows of him but not his last name, so she isn't aware your dating a celebrity though she and Kevin know your Chris's Evans' daughter.You also don't post photos of him on your Instagram. Which is private and mostly used for photos of Dodger and you post the twins there since it only has friends and family. You don't post often maybe every few months. Or if you the boys do something funny you'll post the video on your story.

"He's doing great. He's gonna try to come to Boston for the boys B I R T H D A Y." You spell it out as, one he wasn't sure he could come yet and you didn't want to get their hopes up, and two it's a surprise. It'll be late enough in the relationship that you feel comfortable letting him build a more prominent relationship with them. Also three they can't spell anything more than their names, mom, and Poppy.

"Oh my God!! That'll be so much fun for them! Speaking of that day we wanted to maybe come down for it? And next year if possible you can bring them to Amelia's!" She suggests.

"We would love to have you guys! I'm sure the boys would love it too."

"Great! Their birthday is October 19th right?" She asks.

"Yeah."

———

It was the next day you're now at a park. The kids were playing, you sat at a bench with the parents talking and catching up.

"Okay. Come on you gotta show me a picture of your boyfriend."

"Yeah who's this man who's taken your heart huh?" Kevin asks smiling.

"Kev why do you care." You chuckle.

"Because you seem happy and I want to know who to mess up if he breaks yours or those boys hearts."

"Give us a hint." Janet requests grinning. "Is he famous like your dad?" She looks you in the eye. Kevin looks over at the kids to make sure that they're okay before looking at you again.

"Yeah he is and normally I wouldn't date someone famous cause that's a mess."

"Are you speaking from experience?" He asks smirking.

"No. But I watched so many of my dad's relationships fail due to paparazzi and fame. Him and my mom's being own of 'em." You shrug.

"So what changes your mind about Tom?"

"I don't know.. He's just so sweet and he likes the boys they like him. My dad likes him... My uncles hate him but he's still so nice."

"Wait." Kevin says, having dawned on him who you might be talking about. "Are you dating Tom Holland?"

"Yeah I am."

"I knew it!" He grins.

"Mommy!" Flynn yells from across the playground. You look over at him, he stands at monkey bars. "Can you help me!" He asks.

"Coming Sugarplum." You hurry over after telling them you'll continue your conversation in a minute. "Okay put your hands here, you're going to do it on your own but I'll stand here to catch you okay?"

"Okay." He grins. He grabs onto the bar as you guide him making sure to be able to catch him if he falls. "I did!" He says after he makes it across.

"Good job!" You high-five him. "Okay buddy I'm gonna go sit down do you need anything else?"

"No." He smiles before Amelia drags him off to play. You go back to the bench.

"Now about Tom Holland how did you guys meet?"

"On the set of civil war BUT we didn't really talk. We didn't actually become friends until last year."

"Well im happy for you! He is cute." Janet smiles.

"Yoohoo, your husband, love of your life, father of your child is sitting right here!" Kevin acts offended.

"You're cute too." Janet rolls her eyes laughing.

"Thank you."

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Zoos/Aquariums: we need to have another discussion on the lack of diversity in the field. Why on earth do we only get upper middle class privileged white people?

Zoos/Aquariums: 4 year degree requirements common

Zoos/Aquariums: unpaid internships with no housing provided

Zoos/Aquariums: also hold high standard for applications for unpaid no housing internships

Zoos/Aquariums: we won't say a few years of intern and volunteer work is required for a job but good fucking luck getting one without it

Zoos/Aquariums: anyway we really need to do something about this diversity problem

#hi the zoo stopped offering housing for interns #after raising standards for intern #which that part is good bc we want people who are legit interested coming in for it! but holy shit they raised the standards #then lowered benefits! and now wonder why interns who are set to start next week are needing to drop out! #its so exploitative! #i hate telling young excited teens and college kids what they need to do to get in this field #bc its uuuhhhh bullshit! #im all for like #raising entry requirements since the job is having a lot more science focus #and our zoo even pays keepers better than most places #but its still not great pay after a lot of working for free #i love my job its very fulfilling #but im not blind to how messed up the field is when it comes to getting into it #people ask how i got in and im like #'well kiddo i has super supportive parents who let me live with them while i worked a full time job and also volunteered my weekend #and did this for years until the curator at the place i volunteered knew who i was and put in a good word for me' #'oh also tho my full time job was related to the field bc it was a reef hobby shop and that gave me niche coral care knowledge #which gave me a specialization edge #people i know who got a job quickly were just in the right place at the right time'

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an: i’m not gonna lie, i had so so much fun writing this one! i’m a tennis player and my sister is as well, therefore why i know so much about the junior pro league. for those of you who don’t know, the orange bowl is an actual tournament played internationally for juniors and i’m ranting wow so anyway i hope this isn’t too tennis vocab-y :)

word count: 3,876

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It’s the final two days before competition at the International Orange Bowl this year being held in Terrasen and it’s no surprise that tensions between players and academies are more than high. We’re so glad to be here for yet another year of thrilling competition in which the winners will automatically be placed into the first round of the U.S. Open. I, for one, and more than excited to see some new teen faces this year, what about you, Gavriel?

You know Cairn, I completely agree and as someone from Terrasen, you must be more than excited to see some friendly competition on your home turf.

Oh, I sure am excited, but I don’t know if you’d call this competition exactly ‘friendly.’ For those of you unaware, the rivalry between the TAT (Tennis Academy of Terrasen) and the DTC (Doranelle Tennis Center) has been going on for close to ten years now, beginning all the way back to when founders Maeve Vesta and Evalin Galathynius were in college, rivals through and through. Now adults, their children carry on their competitive legacy, taking the nation by storm. If you see the final match of any tournament, you can bet your money it’s a Doranelle kid and a Terrasen kid. 

The stakes sure are high during this tournament, as it isn’t closed, like the academies’ usual ones. Instead, anyone player eighteen years old and younger with the qualifying points was eligible to register. I’m looking forward to seeing some new faces this year. 

Me too, but you can never go wrong with the usual suspects. This year, my money is on eighteen year- old Rowan Whitethorn from Doranelle, ranked second in the country, in the men’s finals. As Maeve’s nephew, Rowan has been put in the spotlight for most of his life, not to mention taking a clear leadership role among the DTC alongside Lorcan Salvaterre. 

That’s a good point, Gavriel, in the past years Rowan has made it to at least the quarter-finals but has always lost before he can truly do. I have a feeling the kid has a lot more in him.  And as for the women, I wouldn’t be too surprised to see the Terrasen seventeen year- old cruising through a few rounds before her tough competition starts. We can’t expect anything less than Evalin Galathynius’ daughter, right?

I for one, am more than excited for pre- first-round interviews. It’s always quite interesting to see each players’ mindset before they set out for blood.

~~

“What do you think our favorite golden girl has in store for us this year, Gavriel? Something tells me she’s a little more than annoyed given what happened at the finals of the last international tournament held in Terassen when Remelle Frost from the Doranelle academy beat her in what was the biggest upset of the season.”

Aelin rolled her eyes and glared at the back of her mother’s seat, the woman in question frowning as the annoying voice of Cairn Rossa rang through the rental car. She reached forward to turn the station off just as Gavriel’s voice rang out once more.

“Let’s not beat around the bush here, Cairn,” the older man was responding. “I’ve been doing this just a bit longer than you enough to know when a player isn’t themselves. One loss isn’t the definition of a player the same way one win isn’t either. I suggest both teams- including Aelin and Remelle themselves- step onto the court, and play.” 

Aelin let out a satisfied huff. She knew she had always liked Gavriel. Aelin liked that the man looked at the players as more than just players in a video game or statistics on a screen. As a former player himself, Aelin knew the man understood the game in and out and was more than qualified to report during the national tournaments, no matter where he was born and what side he was essentially placed on. 

The station was snapped off as her mother’s finger found the correct button, earning an annoyed glare from the Uber driver next to her that she promptly ignored in favor of turning back to her daughter, opening her mouth to say something. Aelin’s own eyes stared back at her before shifting down to the phone she held in her hand. It had just buzzed signaling a new notification that had her mother lifting her brows. 

Aelin immediately shifted forward in an attempt to look over her mother’s should before her hand was on her face, batting her daughter away with a motherly ‘leave me alone’ look. She relented, leaning back into her seat with slumped shoulders. Finally, her mother huffed but remained with her back facing Aelin. 

She knew it was different this year, she could practically feel it in the air. Without her father with the two women in the car, the tournament atmosphere was a different universe. 

It was getting dark outside, the sun setting behind them as they drove through the dazzling city. The car came to an abrupt stop in front of the hotel that sent Aelin jerking out of her own thoughts. Her mother turned back to her with a sad knowing smile and patted her daughter’s knee.

“We’re here. Try to get some sleep- you have a long day tomorrow.”

~~

“What’s the plan for today?” Aelin asked her mother around a mouthful of bagel the next morning. It wasn’t every day the founder of the University came to watch her players in a tournament, but whoever won this won would be fed into the first round of an official professional tournament. It would be amazing PR for the academy, Aelin knew, but she also knew her mother felt bad that her father had escorted Aelin to all of her tournaments in prior years. And now that he wasn’t here anymore… 

“Eat up- after you’re done I’ve reserved three courts at the complex and we’ll get together with everyone.” ‘Everyone’ being every other players from the academy who had enough points to enter the qualifiers. Not all of them were as highly ranked as Aelin, but she found it helpful to train with them all the same. They were her friends. “We do need to pick Lysandra up from the airport first though,” she said as she frowned at her phone. “Her flight was supposed to have landed a few minutes ago but she hasn’t reached out…”

Aelin rolled her eyes at her mother, she always did have a thing with protectiveness over her best friend. 

“Mom, don’t worry about it,” Aelin assured her. “Aed said he would pick her up and then meet us at the courts. I wouldn’t want to be in that car if I were you.” She faked a gag, causing her mother to laugh. 

“Alright then. Eat, find your rackets, and take the rental to the courts. It was just delivered this morning. I have some business to finish here at the hotel.” She left Aelin with a kiss to the head. 

~~

It didn’t take long for Aelin to pull up to the familiar yet daunting tennis complex bigger than even the academy, and she pushed the car into park, simply staring for a moment. 

This was it. 

Three years she had come close to winning as the youngest person in history. So close. But this was the year. This was her year. She could do this. She would do this. 

And so Aelin Galathynius pushed her shoulders back and raised her chin as she grabbed her massive tennis bag from the trunk and slung it over her shoulders. The weight was heavy and familiar as she walked through the glass double doors and to the front desk, only to halt in her tracks when she came face to face with a familiar head of silver hair. 

Rowan Whitethorn.

She had quite often mused about how unfair it was that her essential biggest rival was so attractive. It didn’t really make hating him very fair, now did it? But there he stood, green eyes shining and teeth flashing as he snapped something at the young man at the desk. The poor boy looked ready to pee himself and Aelin couldn’t help but release a sharp laugh, causing both Rowan and the blonde next to him to whip around.

Aelin watched as Rowan’s eyes sparked and his mouth curved into a sneer as he took her in from head to toe. She forced herself still and kept her eyes on his face. It was all she could do. Rowan opened his mouth and Aelin prepared her hackles to rise instantly.

“Aelin. Good to see you here.” But it wasn’t Rowan who spoke. No, it was Remelle Frost, her least favorite bottle blonde on the planet that spoke as she curled a possessive hand over Rowan’s bicep. Aelin simply rolled her eyes, never one to beat around the bush. It was common knowledge that the blondes didn’t like each other. And after the Adarlan tournament, Aelin wouldn’t hide her disdain for the girl.

“Wish I could say the same,” she replied dismissively as she shouldered past Rowan and made for the front desk. One charming smile and the boy seemed to handle her much better than Rowan. She gave him her mother’s name, him quickly nodding a confirmation and giving her the court numbers, saying they would be available in just a moment.

She turned around, unsurprised to see Rowan glaring at the back of her head. It had been almost eight years of this rivalry. At least for them. Aelin thought it might’ve been a little ridiculous, considering that it started with her mother and his aunt, but the Doranelle kids just made it so easy to hate them. So easy to want to pound them on and off the court. She wouldn’t apologize for the adrenaline the rivalry provided her with.

Aelin smirked, cocking her hip. “Like what you see?”

“Hardly,” he growled. “Just wondering whether or not you actually came to play this time.” 

Aelin recognized the comment for what it was- a direct jab to the last tournament where she had lost to Remelle. If the comment hadn’t pissed her off so much she would’ve recognized the compliment for what it was. 

“Well, that depends which game you’re talking about, Whitethorn.” Her voice was just teasing enough to annoy him once more, and Aelin’s grin grew. 

“Don’t you have a court to go find?” Remelle cut in from beside Rowan, who had distanced himself from her. Aelin didn’t blame him. She wanted to do the same thing.

“And here I was enjoying our little chat. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, mar sin leat.”

“This isn’t Terrasen,” Remelle hissed. “We say ‘good luck’ here. Gods, you Terrasen kids are pieces of-” 

Someone caught her by the waist as Aelin attempted to throw herself at the girl and she was soon spun around in their arms, coming face to face with her own eyes. Aedion’s were flashing too as his eyes were fixed behind her, no doubt at Rowan. 

“Leave it, Ace, it’s not worth it.” 

“It’s true, princess,” Rowan finally spoke with a sneer. “You’re gonna need those pretty little hands tomorrow. Wouldn’t want you to have an excuse when you get your ass kicked.”  

“Oh, I’ll show you-” 

Aedion dragged her away before she could get another word out, her fists clenched and her teeth bared. She shoved him when he put her down.

“Fucking Doranelle,” Aedion spat under his breath as he shook his head. 

He merely gestured to a figure behind her, causing Aelin to whip around with wide eyes. Shit. Duke Perrington grinned at her through the snake-eyed lens of his camera and gave her a tiny wave as she bared her teeth at him

Perfect. Now it would look like Terrasen had begun a fight before the tournament even began. 

Her mother was going to kill her. 

~~

Aelin felt like the stadium had never been bigger. She had known this year she would be playing where the professionals themselves did, including Maeve and her mother, but never in a million years had it looked so daunting or made her feel so small. 

The tournament had been, well needless to say, easy for Aelin so far. She had breezed through her first few matches, absolutely destroying the poor girls, and her third had been straight sets as well. But now it was the semis. And she would have to face Remelle on center court. It seemed the gods liked playing jokes on Aelin Galathynius. 

She could feel every pair of eyes snap to hers the moment she stepped onto the court but she looked forward. Maybe she was a crowd favorite- but that would do her no favors in the upcoming match. Aelin thought she was going to hurl all over her new shoes and she let the deafening cheering of the audience cover the sound of her pounding heart. 

Remelle walked in not long after she and Aelin met her in the middle of the court, racket in hand. Showtime. 

Aelin might have been paying attention when the coin had been flipped, might have been minimally involved when she called heads or when she won the call and opted to serve first. She might have been only slightly aware of her surroundings as she took a small sip of her water and walked to the back of the court. 

And then it was movement.

It was backward and forwards, side to side, low and high, and it was the same dance Aelin knew better than anything. The same feeling in her feet when she sprinted to the ball and the same stretch of muscles when she reached for a shot. This was who she was- this was the pattern she had lived for ten years. 

But it didn’t seem to matter, not as the score continued to tip less and less in her favor with every passing point. She was playing well- but Remelle was playing better. And there was nothing Aelin could do but survive and ignore the satisfied smirks the other girl would throw her during their side changes. 

Think, Aelin, think. 

Nothing was coming to her head. All she could hear was the pounding adrenaline through her body telling her to play. To cross each bridge when she came to it. There was nothing more she could do than play.

It was then, when Aelin threw herself at a particularly difficult ball, that she felt something shift. And she knew she was screwed. 

Aelin was a tennis player- she had rolled her ankle before. But this was different. It had never hurt this bad. And as the rest of her body came down with her ankle, she thought that it could be it. That it was the end of the match all due to a stupid ankle injury. 

With her heart in her throat, Aelin signaled to the red- headed umpire. 

Injury, she mouthed to her, and the woman- Ansel, it seemed her name was- simply nodded. She was in the massive locker room without a second thought, dragging out a spare bucket of ice held in one of the corners of the room and shoved her foot it. Might as well get it over with.

Aelin winced as the ice on her foot began to take effect and her muscles began to ache, her breathing beginning to lose its consistency. Gods, she hated this. She hated the useless feeling that came over her at the thought of possibly being unable to finish the match. At the thought of all the people, she would be letting down. 

She was tired. Aelin was so, so tired.

Gods, she just needed-

The door to the locker room burst open with a loud and abrupt clang, causing Aelin to jerk forward, spilling water on the ground as she opened her mouth. She was ready to tell them that she needed some privacy before her eyes locked onto a familiar figure that sent her heart pounding for a different reason. 

“Rowan, you can’t be in here!” 

The hulking boy ignored her protests, striding over her in no more than a few steps, both of his hands immediately going to the base of her neck to search her gaze with his own worried one, clearly not caring that he was in the girl’s locker room and would be kicked out of the tournament if he was found. 

“Are you alright?” he insisted, his voice low and hoarse, forest eyes intense.

The gentleness in which he touched her had Aelin sighing and her hands reached up to lightly take hold of his wrists, bringing them down and gathering them in her own hands to hold to her chest. 

She hadn’t meant to fall for Rowan Whitethorn.

But like everything in her life, it had happened quickly and unexpectedly, and Aelin had dealt with it head-on. It had been a year now. An entire year of playing tournaments in each other’s home’s just so they could see each other. Just so no suspicion was be aroused by the tabloids. 

And Aelin hated it. 

All she wanted to do was be able to link her hand through Rowan’s in public without causing a public scandal about a decade-long rivalry. 

“I’m okay, you fussy buzzard,” she teased as she looked at him, pleased to see when the frown on his lips twitched the slightest bit upward. “It was just a little fall. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

But because he knew her so well, he had heard the uncertainty and fear in her voice as she spoke. So saying nothing, he pulled Aelin to his chest and allowed his arms to wrap around her completely, enveloping her in the scent that she had considered home for months.

And as she breathed him in, she wished home wasn’t always so godsdamned far. 

Rowan let her breathe shakily into his chest, constantly running a soothing hand up and down her back as he hummed a small melody that he often did to get her to sleep over the phone at night. Aelin was the first person to admit it was much better in person.

“You don’t have to do it, Aelin,” he said finally, his movements never ceasing. “You don’t owe them anything.” 

She knew who he was referring to of course, of the people who had come to watch the new ‘upcoming star’ in action and were expecting to see quite the show. They were the people Aelin had been trained to want to impress. 

Aelin pulled back to tilt her chin up and look him in the eyes. 

“I can’t just quit, Rowan. I won’t.”

“You have nothing to prove, Fireheart.” And Aelin almost broke as he used the nickname her father had. “Not to anyone.” 

She shook her head, helplessness seeping through her body more and more as she looked at the boy in front of her. The pain in her ankle was even worse now. Unsurprisingly, he noticed, and his calloused hands moved to her wrists as he lead her back over to the bucket of ice water.

He kneeled down in front of the bench as she sat down and placed her foot in the water, wincing along with her even after she threw a glare at him.

I don’t see you with a foot in ice.

Seeing you in pain is enough to hurt me, his eyes gazed back playfully. Aelin rolled her eyes, quickly shutting them as another shock of pain rushed through her body, making her inhale sharply. 

Her boyfriend frowned once more, clearly upset he could do nothing to help her. So he gathered her hands in his own, bringing them to his face to place a gentle kiss on them, pulling an unwitting smile from Aelin. 

“I love you,” she said quietly. Rowan met her soft gaze for a moment before Aelin leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers in a kiss she hoped said everything she couldn’t. Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you. I wish we weren’t a secret. 

“I love you too, Fireheart.” 

She would never get sick of hearing him say that. Of hearing the utter truth in his words. 

Rowan was watching her with that adoring look he reserved only for her, his face open so she could see every emotion playing across his face. It only made her want to kiss him again.

So she did, although this time he met her halfway, taking her chin lightly between two fingers and tilting it up so he could kiss her thoroughly as her hands rested at the base of his neck, lightly twirling the pieces of soft hair she found there.

They sat there for a while, simply kissing, enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips and proximity when it was so few and far between, and Aelin relished in the feeling of loving someone who loved her back. In the feeling of not having to act. 

When she accidentally tugged at a knot in his hair, Rowan pulled away with a painful groan and a nip to her bottom lip, causing Aelin to laugh and push his cheek away with two fingers.

“Sorry, Buzzard,” she laughed as Rowan stood up, with a playful glare. He folded his arms in front of him and it was only then that Aelin remembered she had a foot inside of a bucket of ice. And her medical time out was running out. “Shit. I have to go.” 

Aelin jumped into action, taking her foot out of the ice with a hiss and grabbing a towel as Rowan maneuvered himself around her to find her shoes and socks. Apparently he had understood her message loud and clear about her intentions on forfeiting the match or not- he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with her.

Quickly enough, Aelin was good as new- well, as new as she could be with a half swollen ankle.

“Well,” she dropped her arms to her sides and turned to her boyfriend. “How do I look?”

“Like an idiot who shouldn’t be playing.”

“Or…?” she arched a brow. Rowan sighed and stepped toward her, his hands bracing both of her arms as he leaned forward to press an earnest kiss to her forehead. 

“Or Terrasen’s champion,” he murmured against her skin. 

Aelin grinned, a wicked and feral smile that meant she was ready to raise hell.

“Now that’s more like it.” 

~~

If someone had asked Aelin to regale the crowd with details of her match after she had come out victorious, she would have been unable to do so. Because all she remembered was the pounding of her feet on the ground, and the neon color of the tennis ball, and the feeling of her heart palpitating in her chest. 

Oh, and of course she couldn’t forget the moment after her match- winning shot, when every care and inhibition had left her in one foul swoop. When she had sprinted over to the stands and thrown herself into the arms of the silver- haired enemy, delighting in his deep laughter..��

And kissed him in the middle of the stadium for all to see.

~~

this prompt was: secret dating 

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New Years, New Friends

Mild smut. Erik's daughter brings a friend home from college.

When the doorbell rang, Erik's eyes lit up and he felt the excitement of the house rise. Leaving his ex with his two teen sons at the kitchen island, he jogged to meet his firstborn at the door. She'd been away at Spelman since Thanksgiving having spent Christmas with her college friend's family. It was time for her to be home.

"DAD," she yelled the second he opened the door. She flung her arms around him tight and he enveloped her as he had since she was born. He missed it too much. "Happy New Year's Eve Daddy," she grinned into his chest. He felt like he was floating.

"Happy New Year's Eve Pumpkin," he smiled pecking her on the forehead.

"Pumpkin," her friend laughed under her breath.

He could remember when his Aly was a small child taking monster shits in her diaper, that's where her nickname came from. He could also recall her running to him every time he picked her up from school and daycare. It was priceless. Time went by too fast. To him she'd always be his Pumpkin Butt.. he'd left the end off to spare her the embarrassment.

"Ahem," the youngest son's voice came from behind. Erik glanced back at the fourteen year old checking out his sister's new friend. He cleared his throat again but more aggressively from the side and Erik popped him in the head.

"You don't say hello? It's your sister boy."

"Hey," he said curtly. "Who dis?" He looked the unfamiliar girl up and down like she was a meal and Erik popped him again. "Get yo ass-" That was all that needed to be said before Delonte took off upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Probably to play videogames, he'd gotten the PS5 for Christmas.

"This is my friend Mercedes. She's who I spent Christmas with last year, her family."

Lightlbulbs turned on in Erik's head as he looked between the two girls. How hadn't he clocked it before? "Mercedes," he repeated reaching for her hand. "Nice to finally meet you, you been taking care of my daughter?"

"Uh.." She smiled to Pumpkin in confusion. He stepped aside to gesture the two inside.

"Your mom's in the kitchen with your brother," Erik gestured watching Aly's back while she sped off to the kitchen to be met with explosive greeting of her mom. "..Hol'up. I need words with you," his voice lowered. He held on lightly to Mercedes by her shoulder. Her skin was soft. "..Don't worry while you're here.. We're genuinely glad to meet Aly's partner, I mean.. We weren't expecting it but you're definitely welcome."

"Her WHAT?! Ha.. No, I swear Mr. Stevens we're only friends," she grinned waving her hands in defense. "Neither of us is a lesbian.. I can promise you that..," her eyes twinkled. He could swear there was something behind them, but he chose not to linger on it. He dropped his hand from her shoulder with a grateful nod and led her to the kitchen where the scrabble board sat on top of the island. The fam was already set up to play.

"Heyyy Mercedes," Pumpkin's mom, Khia, beamed and Erik could tell she thought the same thing he had. He'd have to clue her in that they weren't 'together'.

"Hey Mrs. Stevens.. Not scrabble," Mercedes smiled dropping into a seat like she lived there. First of all, Erik and his baby mom had never married they were just good co-parents. He looked to Khia and and she shook her head not correcting the label. "I haven't played this since I was 9. I kinda forgot how it goes." She looked to Erik.

"I'll show you," Erik's seventeen year old son Diamante moved to stand behind her and Erik hid his smirk with a quick thumb of his nose.

"D stop," Aly groaned into her palm, embarrassed. Boy was running game. Judging by the humored look Mercedes gave Aly and Aly's lil eyeroll, he'd have to do better than that. Diamante pointed out the numbers on the board and the tiles to explain scoring but there wasn't much to explain, he had to sit his boney ass down.

Halfway into the game, Aly got a call and took it upstairs. Everyone took a turn and she still wasn't back. "I feel like I should go, she might not be back for a bit," Mercedes toyed flipping a wooden tile in her fingers. She was proving to have a competitive streak much like Aly. It wasn't a wonder they were friends.

"Yeah, just go," Diamante nodded knowing full well Scrabble was his sister's Spades. She'd raise hell if her turn was skipped. "I got your back.." He licked his lips like that'd do something. He was so sure.

"Down boy," Erik muttered bringing a small smirk from him and Khia.

"Give her a minute," Khia said.

"She can go twice when she comes back, let's just play," Mercedes pouted. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since Aly left the table.

Erik was suspicious. She loved scrabble and she was winning. His fatherly senses told him something wasn't right. "Give her another few minutes."

"With all due respect Mr. Stevens, I doubt Aly is coming back a-ny-time soon."

"You wanna tell me what I'm missing," Khia leaned in. Mercedes settled in her seat like it was a long story.

"Mrs. Stevens.. Aly has a thing for this guy and I try to tell her. Mark is a bum. Mark is for the streets. But she don't hear me tho.. She answer him every time.. every time."

"Oh Lord drama," Khia waved already over it.

Erik waited another minute before he and Mercedes stood at the same time having the same thought. While Mercedes went up to check on Aly, Erik cut up a few strawberries and rinsed grapes in a bowl to take up. He used to always do it when she was especially upset. He started to knock but the door was cracked. The sight of his overgrown child laid across her old ruffled comforter brought strong nostalgia. He'd found her there in that position many times through her school days, disappointed over a friend, a boy, an assignment. He placed the bowl on the bed before sitting to take a deep sigh.

"Don't say it," Aly mumbled dryly. She had a habit of letting these things get to her. He didn't know the story but if this lil ass boy was playing her, he knew enough.

"I wasn't gonna say nothing but I love you.. and fuck that ugly lil boy wherever he is."

"He's not ugly," Aly sighed and Erik knew she was sprung.

"Anybody who play on my daughter time ugly to me."

"He's not ugly, he's the most attractive human being I have ever seen."

"Girl how?! He's white," Mercedes chuckled. Erik nearly shat himself but reigned it in, he couldn't go in on his Pumpkin while she was in a mood and make it worse. He rubbed her back instead, feeling bad for her. Hopefully the fixation would pass sooner than later.

"Aight well, when you get back to school you talk to that boy but for now you're with your family. Eat some fruit, drink some water, his ashy ankles ain't going nowhere."

Mark. Erik committed the name to his shit list. She better not ever come home with a Mark, he thought. He'd beat the boy's ass on site. Leaving her room he started to close the door gently but the door pulled from his hand with Mercedes walking out almost bumping into his chest. He backed up letting her out.

"Mr. Stevens," she smiled and he paused to hear her. She pointed to the hall. "Can I talk to you about something.. private," she mouthed. He looked in on his Pumpkin once more before shutting her peacefully in her room to regather herself. Leading Mercedes to his home office, he sat at his desk and offered her the seat nearby. It was his house. Khia had her own. Giving Mercedes the floor to speak, he watched as she walked though his office looking around at books and family pictures. She seemed to be stalling.

"Mercedes?" He looked on patiently and she finally sat down, her hands in her lap.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Personal how?"

"You're not married to Aly's mom..."

Erik's brow lifted. Where was this going? "...No.. I'm not.."

"I just asked because my dad wasn't married to my mom either.. Sometimes I wish they'd have stayed together because then I'd be able to see them both on holidays without choosing. But that's what happens when your parents hate each other. I wish I had a dad like you."

Erik was touched. He and Khia had their issues but they didn't let it affect their ability to give their kids the supportive, loving structure they deserved. They found a way to come together whether it be birthdays, Christmas, or now.. New Year's Eve.

"I wish you were my dad and I could come here every holiday, fuck my house," she said.

"You're welcome here anytime you want," Erik spoke from the heart. "I'll be your honorary dad." She seemed like a nice lil girl. Her smile made him smile.

"Mr. Stevens you're so nice," she beamed lifting from her seat to plop onto his lap, her arms wrapping snugly around his neck. He sat not moving with his arms glued to the arm rests, her thighs wrapping him. His eyes widened only a brief moment before he sighed deeply. Her approach was unique if anything.

"Mercedes.. Look-"

"No you're so sweet and nice and strong. My dad never held me like this, could you just for a moment.. please? Just a little bit.." Her nose nuzzled into his neck smelling him and he jolted.

"Aight chill." Hell nah, Erik thought seeing a wolf in a sheep's clothing. Still, if she was telling the truth, it was sad. He couldn't imagine not holding his Pumkin Butt no matter how smelly she was. He wrapped his arms around the girl like he would his own and she rested her face again in his neck. Patting her back, it was all good until she started rolling her hips on his lap ever so slightly. Was she humping him? He knew she was but still had to ask himself the question. The worst part of it was his dick was getting hard from it.

"The hell you doin," he squinted up. He paused her hips with a firm grip, pushing her off. "I ain't with this, you too young. You my daughter age."

"What do you meaaan, I just wanna good daddy who's gonna be good to me like you are to Aly," Mercedes pouted pushing Erik's arms out the way so she could reclaim his lap. "I'm 21. Besides.. It feels like you wanna be good to me too," she spoke breathily into his ear, her voice high and sweet. It turned him on like nothing else ever had. She grinded in his lap until she was panting with small breaths. He felt like a pervert for enjoying it.

"Mercedes. Girl.. the fuck is you doing. Get the fuck off me," his low voice rasped as she felt on his arms and his chest putting her hands in his shirt to touch his stomach, feeling his muscles.

"Why daddy? You don't like it?" She sounded so innocent. She put his arms around her waist and pressed her soft plump lips to his getting no resistance. It felt too good. He ran his fingertips under her off-the-shoulder red knit sweater and they danced up her spine before gliding down tracing the edge of her black pants. He couldn't let her get him caught up though.

"My son and my daughter up here."

"So? It's your house."

She was right about that.. Sliding his fingers down her lower back, he double-palmed her ass through the material and she sucked his bottom lip with the softest, "Please." He was up.. his dick was there. Looking briefly to the open office door, he gripped her by the base of her skull and shoved his tongue into her mouth fishing for hers. Her hips moved hard humping his lap and he pulled back replacing his tongue in her mouth with two fingers which she sucked eagerly telling him all he needed to know. She was a freak. His free hand undid her zipper and pants button. Pulling his fingers back, he spit in her still open mouth.

"Spit that back on my fingers.. Mm," he hummed watching her drool it out. Those fingers went straight in her panties. It was enough to stop her rolling hips, the cold spit on her waiting clit. He rubbed it in sliding his middle finger down to the wet opening awaiting him. She'd been wet, he could tell. "Why your pussy so wet?"

"I'm thinking bout that dick," she smiled. "I always hear Aly talking about how amazing her dad is I wanna see.."

"First of all, girl you nasty. Second.. It's big.. too big for a lil girl like you."

Her response was to mash her lips onto his again with a needy little whine, grinding roughly on his finger. He added the second, using his thumb to rub her clit as she moaned a little too loudly. He had to quiet her to keep his kids away. Palming her head again, he buried her wet lips against his, fighting to absorb every moan and whisper to exit her. He had to hold her face into his neck to silence her. She was gripping him tight and rocking on his wet fingers while he multitasked making her cum and watching the door. She sure wasn't watching. He felt her cum, she didn't need to tell him, he released her head from his neck and she exhaled, her face sweaty. Maybe he'd held her a bit too snug but she said she wanted a strong daddy to hold her.

"Where you think you going," he whispered when she got up after catching her breath. "Clean your mess." He offered up his wet fingers and she smiled again, sucking them clean with eye contact. She was living for this moment and despite the uncomfortable feeling so was he. "Aight get out, go check on my daughter. I'm a check on my son and head downstairs, but you better not say a fucking thing about this or I'm a break your damn neck, say yes sir."

"You wouldn't threaten Aly like this," Mercedes pouted.

"Stop bringing up Aly, this between me and you. You want some more before you leave you better behave."

"Okaaay," Mercedes sighed and in that moment she wasn't the only one looking forward to more. Erik felt like he'd just opened a box he shouldn't have. What would he say if Khia found out or worse.. his kids..

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Lightning in a Bottle | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Music is Edmund’s love language, apparently. 

Request: Hey! Could you possibly do a cute high school au with Edmund? Maybe they’re both crushing on each other and everyone knows except themselves, anything you wanna do really haha 😂 thanksss :)

A/N: Thanks for the request!!  God, I love Edmund so much. And here, we have indie boi Ed. This oneshot is inspired by  Electric Love by Børns. (Specifically, the video linked) This is one of my favorite songs, and I thought it fit the indie-main-character-high-school vibe :) I didn’t really nail the “everyone knows but them” thing, but still crushes! Enjoy ~

masterlist | here is a playlist of the songs in the mixtape mentioned | read on ao3

Edmund Pevensie was obsessed with listening to music, particularly with old musical technology. While it wasn’t uncommon to have a fascination with cassette tapes or vinyl records, it hit a special chord within Edmund’s heart. Something about listening to music, old and new, on the outdated tech made the music sound better, hit harder, and stick in his mind better. He was the type of guy who took the AUX on long car rides to play one of his thousand Spotify playlists. 

Another notable thing about Edmund was that he was very intelligent with very high standards for himself. He was a natural at academics, having been in advanced classes since he was young, and he was the guy everyone hated in math class. After dozing off in class, and mouthing off to the teacher every now and again, he still came out as the teacher’s favorite and a straight-A student. 

The majority of the time, though, he tended to keep to himself. While he was genuinely liked by his peers and was rather charming, he didn’t really consider anyone his friend. Unlike his older brother, Peter, he liked to remain closer to the shadows with earbuds in his ears. He knew he could never fill his brother’s shoes; Peter had basically come into Cair Paravel High School to be captain of the soccer team. He was so good that even though his grades were subpar at best, he received a full-ride scholarship to Archenland University to study sports medicine and play on their soccer team. 

Then there was his older sister, Susan, who won her Student Body President campaign by a landslide. Everyone liked Susan; she was patient, gentle, and got along with pretty much everyone. She too got a pretty large scholarship to Beruna State College and is double majoring in child education and European history. 

Finally, there was Edmund’s little sister, Lucy. She was only a freshman at Cair Paravel, and very into student council. Edmund thought she was practically made to be an ASB kid; she was excited, friendly, and much too kind. Lucy made the switch to high school seamlessly and had a big group of friends by the time the final bell rang on the first day. 

Edmund was a senior now and he couldn’t wait to get out of high school. The people were unintelligent, he was constantly compared to his siblings and he was ready to start his life. Edmund had high ambitions to become a lawyer, specifically criminal law. He didn’t really have much to leave behind at this school, so he was just trying to get through it as soon as possible.

One thing he would miss was the quiet girl that sat behind him in his music appreciation class. Edmund didn’t really want to take the class, but at the last minute, he discovered he needed to fulfill an arts credit to graduate. He appreciated music and liked easy classes, so he chose this one. Little did he know it was mostly analyzing classical pieces. 

Y/N was super cute in Edmund’s eyes. She always mumbled sarcastic comments whenever their easily excitable teacher, Mr. Tumnus, would stretch when over-analyzing a stanza of music. By the time October passed, Edmund had grown quite fond of the girl. She almost always was reading a comic book of some sort instead of paying attention in class. Y/N even ended up lending Edmund a few for his viewing pleasures; he always made sure to return them in the exact condition he received them. Batman seemed to Y/N’s favorite. 

Y/N loved watching Edmund write. He held his pencil wrong and always had ink smudged all over his hand. Maybe it was because he was a leftie, or maybe it was because he wrote too fast. Probably a little bit of both. His handwriting was also weirdly slanted to the right, which didn’t make any sense to Y/N. He was left-handed but his letters slanted to the right? Not the mention how half of it was in cursive and half of it was in print. It was definitely messy but, oddly enough, still intelligible. 

“What are you listening to?” Y/N asked Edmund. “Better not be Christmas music. Christmas was last month.”

Edmund pulled an earbud out of his left ear and turned so he was sitting horizontally in his chair. He leaned an arm on the top of her desk and grinned. “Currently, I’m listening to Can I Call You Tonight? By Dayglow. What are you reading?” 

“Currently, I’m reading Volume 1 of The New Teen Titans,” Y/N copied Edmund. “I’ve never heard of Dayglow, are they good?” 

Edmund smiled, offering her his earbuds. “Listen and see for yourself.” 

As she listened Edmund searched her face for any clue to what she’s thinking. Her face housed a small smile so he concluded that she enjoyed it. Once the song ended, she took out one of his earbuds and placed it on her desk. 

“I like it,” She concluded, listening to the next song. 

“Good, so do I. It fits my mood for today.”

“What’s got you so happy today? You have a great way of showing happiness, by the way.” Edmund was dressed in all black with his hood up. Edmund rolled his eyes. 

“What I can’t be in a good mood?” 

“I never said that, Pevensie. You just look very Edmund-y today.” Y/N pulled the other earbud out of her head and held them out to him.

“No, keep listening. I’ll play some music for you throughout class and maybe you can tell me what you think at the end?” He pulled his hood off of his head and smoothed out his hair. “And what do you mean Edmund-y?”

“I don’t know, all black, hood up, dead look in your eyes.” 

“I don’t have a dead look in my eyes!” Y/N giggled at her own joke. “Just for that, I’m going to take this.” He snatched the open comic book that laid open on her desk. 

For the remainder of the class, Edmund dictated what Y/N listened to from his phone. He played everything from The Beatles, to The 1975, to COIN, to Duran Duran. Every now and then, Edmund would peek his head back to see her eyes glued to the back of his head. Her body swayed to the music almost lazily, and a smile graced her features. For some reason that made his stomach feel fuzzy. 

She returned his earbuds at the end of class, and he returned her comic. 

“That was fun,” Y/N complimented, shoving her materials into her bag. “I like the get better song you played.”

“I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers,” Edmund corrected her as they left the classroom. Music Appreciation was the class of the day for them, seeing as they were seniors who left at lunch, so the two started making their way towards the parking lot. 

“You have to meet your sister right?” Y/N asks, pulling out her I.D. so she could leave campus. “The really sweet freshman girl? Honestly, you two are so different I wouldn’t have guessed you were siblings.” 

“Oh, Lucy, yeah. We grab lunch every Thursday before I drop her back off for the remainder of her classes.” The two showed their I.D.’s to the campus aid and walked into the parking lot. 

“That’s sweet. We should grab lunch sometime, or something. It could be fun! We could do our analysis questions about Bach.” Y/N started to walk in the opposite direction and Edmund felt his cheeks warm. Luckily, Y/N’s back was now towards him. 

“Yeah, sure. Don Giovanni, right?” 

Y/N’s laughter could be heard as she grew further away. “That’s Motzart, Pevensie!”

Edmund shook his head and met Lucy. She was leaning against his car looking bored. 

“Who was that? Is that your girlfriend?” Lucy asks, opening the door once Edmund unlocks the car. This made his cheeks flush more. 

“No, she’s just the girl that sits behind me in Tumnus,” Edmund puts the key in the ignition and starts the engine. 

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not, Lucy. It’s just hot in the car, it’s been sitting out here for ages.”

~

 One day in the middle of March when Y/N walked into Music Appreciation, she noticed a small rectangle box on her desk. Upon opening it, she found a cassette and a note. The note looked as if it was typed using a typewriter. 

Y/N,

I’m not very good when it comes to words, but I’m good when it comes to music. Hopefully, this says it all. Enjoy, my love. 

Side A //

Electric Love / Børns

I Love You So / The Walters

Fallingforyou / The 1975

Your Song /  Elton John

Someone To You / BANNERS

Side B //

Babe, Can I Call? / The Hunna

Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy) / The 1975

Luv, Hold Me Down / Drowners

love somebody like you / joan

TV Dream / Larkins

Y/N didn’t recognize most of the songs, but just reading the titles made her blush. 

“Mr. Tumnus? Did you happen to see who left this on my desk?” She held up the cassette so he could see. He shook his head. 

“No, sorry.”

Other students started to trickle in and soon the bell rang, no trace of Edmund. It wasn’t uncommon for him to skip this class, it was basically pointless, but it made Y/N sad every time he wasn’t there. 

The door swings open and a drenched Edmund steps into the classroom. Without even looking up, Mr. Tumnus addresses him. 

“You’re late again, Mr. Pevensie.”

“Sorry, I got stuck behind a group of Sophmore girls who wouldn’t move.”

“In the rain?” Mr. Tumnus raised an eyebrow.

“No, if it was in the rain I would be wet right now, sir.”

He plopped into his seat and started raking his hands through his wet hair. His cheeks were slightly rosey, as were his nose. His lips were pinker than usual and they stayed slightly parted. Hair stuck to his forehead as he ran his fingers ran through it and the hair on the nape of his neck dripped down his back. Y/N had to stop herself from staring at him with her jaw unhinged. 

“What’s that?” He whispered, noticing the open present on Y/N’s desk. He had taken up sitting horizontal in his chair at all times so he could more easily talk to Y/N. 

“It’s a mixtape. It was left on my desk when I got here,” Y/N responded and handed him the note. Edmund took it and began to read; his eyes scanned the paper and his lips moved slightly as he read. Y/N couldn’t help her this time, so she allowed herself to stare. His lips were always so pink and so puffy. She fantasized about how soft they must be. 

“Wow, looks like someone really likes you,” He comments, placing the paper back on her desk. “Do you have a cassette player?”

Y/N didn’t even consider that. Who the hell has a cassette player in the year 2020? Apparently, her answer was evident on her face, and Edmund chuckles. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a walkman and a pair of earbuds. 

“Here, you can have mine. I got a new one last month and I don’t really use this one as much.”

Oh, Edmund has a cassette player in the year 2020. 

Y/N smiled, taking the player from his hand. “Thanks, Ed.”

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out on those songs. Whoever made that has good taste, you’re lucky.” 

~

When Y/N got home tonight, she took out her walkman. It sat easily in her palm, just big enough for the cassette to fit inside. On the bottom, “E.P.” was scratched into the plastic. She smiled and put her mixtape inside. 

As she listened, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Edmund. They had grown much closer in the past few months, even going lengths to hang out outside of school. Y/N learned that not only was Edmund extremely intelligent, but he was the funniest person Y/N had ever met. He always had a sarcastic comeback or joke to offer her, no matter the subject. He had also let many of his walls down, letting Y/N get to know him better. It all felt so comfortable and natural. No longer was he just the cute guy from Music Appreciation, but he was the pain in the ass that Y/N had fallen for. And Y/N had fallen hard. 

Against her first impression of the mixtape, Y/N had actually heard all of these songs. After the first day in January, Edmund had lent her his earbuds near-daily and she would listen to whatever he played for her. Her eyes widened. 

Why would Edmund carry around a cassette player he didn’t use? And to school for that matter? And the note; it was typed because Edmund had such distinct handwriting! Y/N rewound the cassette and listened to it again. Why didn’t she realize in the moment?

~

“Hello, Y/N,” Edmund greeted in the parking lot the morning, he happened to park next to Y/N. He gripped the coffee in his hand and got his backpack in the trunk. “How are you on this fine morning?”

“Tired, I stayed up, like, half the night listening to that cassette I got yesterday.” Y/N slung her own backpack over her shoulder. He closed his trunk and locked his car. 

“Yeah? And what did you think?” The two started walking towards the building. 

“I thought that the songs all sounded oddly familiar.”

Edmund took a long sip of his coffee. “Like you’ve heard them before?” 

“Mmhm,” Y/N hummed and walked onto campus. She held one of the straps of her backpack as she walked. “Almost as if this dumbass guy I know played them for me a while back,” Y/N’s voice was teasing and light. 

“Yeah? Who is this guy?” Y/N stopped walking and looked up at Edmund. 

“Thanks for the mixtape, Ed.” 

“Whaaaat...just because this guy has great taste in love songs doesn’t mean it was me. I’m flattered though, really,” Edmund took another long sip of his coffee. 

“Oh, what a pity. I actually got excited when I figured out it was you. Considering normal people don’t just carry cassette players in their backpacks. Especially not ones they don’t use anymore.” Y/N’s voice was thick with sarcasm. 

“Excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve kinda liked that Edmund guy for a while, but he doesn’t like me back so…”  

“You like me back?” Edmund was grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yes, babe, I like you back. I have since October since I started letting you borrow my comics,”

Edmund placed his coffee on a bench and pulled Y/N closer to him by the hips. 

“October, huh?” Y/N smiled bashfully at Edmund’s tone but nodded. 

“What? You’re cute, I couldn’t help myself. Plus, now you make me cute mixtapes.”

Edmund leans down and places his lips against hers. They were just as soft as she had imagined. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers quickly finding the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls away and leans his forehead against hers. 

“Be my girlfriend, then?”

“You nerd,” Y/N took a small step forwards and pecked his lips again. “I would love to.”

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work-love balance (rejanis one shot)

There are a number of reasons Regina wishes she didn’t have this job.

For one, the uniform is gross. And yeah the uniform is just an apron but it’s a gross apron. It’s navy, that’s all that needs to be said about it. Second, she’s realised she hates dealing with people. Not all people, there are a few that are okay, but some people are just so, so hard. And since she’s already on her second warning from her manager, she can’t tell someone to shove it whenever they snap their fingers at her, or don’t say thank you, or refuse to tip. She just has to swallow her pride, paint a smile on her face and complain when it’s quiet. Thirdly, it’s coming up to Christmas now which means she has to deal with Mariah Carey being played on a constant loop or six hours straight and not even Jolly St Nick himself could put up with that.

And fourth and most important; it eats into her Janis time.

Senior year is hard for both of them, especially now with finals coming up and work starting on their college applications. Janis is swamped with artwork, her hands constantly covered in paint, and Regina can barely breathe with all the assignments she has to get done. Where weekends were once for movie nights and coffee dates are now booked through with studying and projects and their conversations happening almost completely through the phone. They kept themselves busy enough earlier, with Regina’s lacrosse and Janis’ various extracurriculars, but now it seems that neither one can fit the other into their schedule. And believe it when they say they’re trying.

“Okay,” Janis sighs. They sit at an empty cafeteria table, a soft silence about the room at this early hour. Since the only time they see each other is in school, they agreed to come in early to try to work some sort of plan out. Regina was fine with it because she’d have been up anyway, Janis on the other hand was a little harder to persuade. A little begging, a lot of pleading, and a promise of a coffee on her swung it in the end. “Okay, so Monday is out, you have lacrosse training. Tuesday I have to study for my biology final. What about Wednesday?”

“I can’t,” she sighs. “Group project to work on. And then job-work after that. Thursday?”

“The talent show has their tech rehearsal. And they need the whole team down there.” Janis takes a long drink of her coffee, a scowl etched onto her face. Regina knows Janis loves doing the techy stuff for the school shows, and she outdoes herself every year, but she simply wishes that this year she’d have skipped it. Regardless of how good it looks on the college application. “Friday night?”

“More lacrosse practice,” Regina grumbles. “And I’m working.”

“Saturday and Sunday?”

“Work, work, work. Both in the school and the job.” Her head falls onto her arms, a low groan emitting from her and shaking the table. She feels Janis’ hand on her back making soft, reassuring pats and it makes her feel a little better, especially with her girlfriend mutters “there, there” in a half-joking, half-serious way that only Janis could pull off. A smile curls on her mouth, even if it’s muted by the rest of her frustrations.

“I just miss you,” she says, her head back up. “I miss how things used to be with us. You know…” She grins slyly, her finger tracing across the table until it reaches Janis’. “You and me. My room. Laptop between us.” Her fingers slowly interlink with Janis’ and she watches as the faintest hint of a blush creeps across her girlfriend’s cheeks. “Your head on my shoulder… us sharing the same blanket.”

“Stop,” she says softly, her voice so close to a plea. “You’re making me nostalgic.” She lets out a wistful sigh then, her thumb rubbing the back of Regina’s hand and sending goosebumps up her arms. “I miss you too. I mean who else is going to stop me from going crazy?”

“Thought that was Damian’s job.”

“Damian’s job is to keep me crazy.” She winks then and now it’s Regina’s turn to blush. “Your job is to keep me crazy.”

“My mistake,” she chuckles. Janis lifts her hand and presses a kiss to her fingers, her eyes never leaving hers, telling her she’s forgiven.

There’s a sort of breathless excitement she’s started feeling since dating Janis, and it comes in the small moments like this. Those moments have been so few and far between recently that Regina’s almost forgotten what that felt like, but here it is. The way her heart picks up just slightly, the way her veins seem to hum beneath her skin, the little soft feeling that unfurls in her stomach, all making her feel good-really, truly good-for the first time in a long, long time.

It doesn’t last long though, the bell ringing rudely and cutting into their alone time, and so they head off together, pinkie fingers linked, both hoping that somehow, they’ll find more time this week. She knows that it’s not likely, but if her relationship with Janis has taught Regina anything, it’s that miracles can happen. Sometimes they just need a little push.

Regina spies her opportunity for a ‘little push’ on Friday night. As per usual, the mall is absolutely packed with Christmas shoppers-parents buying for kids, teens getting Secret Santas and young men trying desperately to find a good gift for a girl who probably expects a ring. The mall is utterly flooded with people everywhere you look and that means that the line for Regina’s little milkshake shop is at least a mile long. She’s not been here an hour and both she and her colleague, a little wisp of a thing named Clara, both have headaches from the amount of screaming children and her cheeks sting from the smile plastered on her face. She’s been keeping score since she got here and so far there’s been three assholes telling them to hurry up and two Karens chastising her for her lack of customer service skills.

She wishes so badly she didn’t need this job, otherwise she’d flip each and every one of them off. Or, she would if she could remember their faces, but as she takes orders and turns around they all blend into one, and she doesn’t see them again until she’s shouted “small Skittles shake!” for the third time and the owner finally, finally comes forwards.

So all in all, she’s exhausted.

“Seriously,” she pants when she line dies down. “Who the heck wants milkshakes in December? Or ice cream? Why do we still sell that.”

“The kids,” Clara explains with a vague wave. “You know… kids like ice cream. And parents just want to shut them up.”

“Reminds me why I’m never having kids,” she scoffs and Clara actually laughs at that. She’s not so bad, not at all. She’s good fun and she’s nice, which is all you could want in a work buddy.

They serve the last few customers, and Regina wonders if she’ll actually be able to take a break, run down to the food court and get herself a sandwich, only to look up and find the manager appearing in front of them, carrying two cardboard boxes on his shoulder.

“You said you were running out of cones?” he asks.

“Did we?” She turns and looks and yep, their supply of cones has dwindled to almost nothing at all. Clara must have find a second, if even, to send him a text. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

“How have things been over here?”

“Well we’re alive,” Regina sighs. “Barely, but we’re alive. We made a lot of money if that’s what you’re interested in.”

“Oh, sounds good,” he says. “And Regina… you’re good to close up shop?”

“Yes I am,” she says through gritted teeth. He nods at that and gives her a brief, clipped thank you before asking her for the delivery receipts and heading on his merry way, back to his comfy office and his comfy office chair while they remain on their feet for the next few hours, serving customer after customer until they collapse. And then, with Clara leaving soon (she deserves it after all), Regina’s left to shut down all by herself…

Hang on. Lightbulb moment.

“Clara.” She grabs the other girl by the shoulder, her eyes wide and a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Can you hold the fort down while I go on my break?”

The girl hasn’t even finished saying ‘sure’ before Regina is gone, flying down the halls and pushing past people as fast her legs can carry her, her months of lacrosse training finally being useful. She makes a quick pitstop at the foodcourt and grabs herself some dinner before sitting down at an empty table and whipping her phone out, mistyping the number twice in her excitement.

Janis picks up on the second ring and that’s still not fast enough.

“Regina?”

“Hey,” she says through a mouthful of noodles, a small prick of anxiety in her gut. “Okay, so what are you doing tonight?”

“Um, nothing I guess,” she says. “Homework, art, watching Netflix. Why?”

“Because I have an idea,” she begins. “For us.”

“Oh do share.”

“It’s a surprise.” She can practically see Janis’ face falling. She hates surprises, and that’s what makes this fun. “I just need you to trust me on this.”

“Okay… I trust you,” she says in the least-convincing voice Regina has ever heard.

“Perfect,” she says. “Just get here late and hang around until 9 okay?”

“9? The mall closes at 9.”

“9:15 actually.” She wolfs down some more noodles. “Just be subtle when you get in here, okay? Be sneaky.”

“And then you’ll reveal to me your mysterious plan?”

“I promise.” She hears Janis laughing then and oh what that sound does to her heart.

“Okay. I better get some studying done then before I get there.”

“And I need to finish my food. Oh and Janis-” she interjects. “Bring your laptop. And your charger. Just in case, you know?”

And it’s the long, confused ‘okay’ from Janis that makes this all so worthwhile.

The mall is practically deserted when Regina switches off the sign and gets out the brush and pan. Normally the clean-up process is painfully slow, what with the dozens of things that need doing and Regina feeling utterly drained by the end of the night. But tonight she’s found a source of energy she didn’t know she had, one that has everything to do with her girlfriend, and she wipes down surfaces and brushes the floors in double quick time and throws things in the fridge with no rhyme or reason. She sprints out to the dumpster with the trash and back again in less than ten seconds, determined that nothing and no-one cuts into her time with Janis. She’s so focussed on her mental to-do list that she doesn’t even notice a person coming up behind her, not until she hears those dreaded words-

“Hi can I get a large Reese’s milkshake?”

Oh for the love of-

But her rant is stopped entirely when she turns and sees only Janis, chuckling on the opposite side of the counter, hair slightly damp and her backpack on her shoulders, a self-satisfied gleam in her eyes.

“Asshole,” she sighs. “That’s what you are. An absolute asshole.” She waves her hand. “Come on in, asshole.”

“Oh someone’s been busy,” she comments. “You know, I did get a little worried when I didn’t receive one snapchat from you about how much you hate the closing shift.”

“Oh shut up.” She checks that the coast is clear and then pulls down the shutter, with them still inside. Thankfully she had the foresight to slip the stepstool underneath it, preventing them from being shut in completely, but Janis’ eyebrows still shoot up, her mouth hanging half-open in a silent scream of oh my god my girlfriend’s finally lost it.

“Regina…” she begins. “Please look me in the eyes and tell me you are not locking me in a milkshake store with you. Please, tell me that.”

“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’m not locking us in. What I am doing is having an amazing idea for a date night.”

“Which is…” Regina gestures around them.

“Look around,” she says. “We’re alone. We have all the ice cream we can eat. We have sparkly lights. And you have your laptop, so we can whack on something cute. Or something dark if you’re into it.” She shrugs. “I thought if my job interrupts our dates, maybe we could have a date at work.”

For two seconds, maybe less, a cold fear washes over her as she waits for Janis’ reaction. Maybe this is too far, maybe she already had plans, maybe she doesn’t want to sit on a dirty floor with her.

Or maybe, she’s throwing her arms around her and the force of her body is throwing them back. Maybe she’s giggling into her shoulder and rocking the two of them gently, her smile brighter than any of the lights and sweeter than any of the candy around them.

“This is amazing,” she whispers. “You’re amazing. Maddening and possibly crazy, but amazing.”

She kisses her then and Regina wonders how she can still get butterflies in her stomach, even now.

They sit down on the floor, using their jackets as impromptu blankets, and Regina grabs some ice cream from the freezer, settling on Rocky Road after some deliberation, while Janis opens up her laptop. The heat from the computer contrasts with the coldness of the ice cream, both balanced across their legs, and it’s an odd sensation to say the least, but Regina doesn’t care.  They keep the ice cream close by and the toppings even closer; Janis has already covered her servings in chocolate sauce, and of course, rainbow sprinkles. The opening credits of To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before play onscreen, which Janis swears she only watches because Regina likes it so much, but she’s heard the muffled squeals behind her hand. She knows how she feels and one day she’ll get her to admit it.

But for now she just leans her head on Janis’ shoulder and snuggles into her. Janis presses a kiss to her head, slow and soft and so precious and Regina concludes that if they get trapped in here overnight, it won’t be so bad. Not if there’s Janis.

#rejanis #regina x janis #regina george #janis sarkisian #mean girls broadway #mean girls musical #just posted rejanis for the first time #*runs away into the night*

[miaxeu]

      though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS. 

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x  )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim 

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis  — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip 

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen  —  dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known —  lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties 

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO  — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage ! 

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot  

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work ! 

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it ! 

summer camp sweetheart !  

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub 

summer camp pals ! 

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn   

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x 

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO  ||  EONIA TASKS 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #359

“i’m only a crack in this castle of glass  /  hardly anything there for you to see”

Do you look better with your hair down or up? It's too short to go up. Has you mom ever directly told you that she favoured your other sibling(s) over you? Yeesh, no. Have you ever read The Outsiders? Seen the movie? Read the book, seen the movie. Adore both. What’s your favourite drink from Jamba Juice? I don't think we have those here. Can you stand eating the crusts of a slice of sandwich bread? I don't mind the crust at all. Do you do your homework at home or in class? Prior to college, I did my work right after getting home to get it out of the way. In college, I did it in-between classes or when waiting for Mom to finish class. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Yes, I never do it. Do you get jealous if your boyfriend hugs another girl? I'm single, but hypothetically, I wouldn't... It's just a hug. At least for me, it's just a friendly gesture. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? A few things, yes. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? Nah. If you had to choose, what color is your favorite? Baby pink. How many times have you dated the person you’re with now? I’m single. Has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality? Yes. Do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more? Chocolate. Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? Nah. What color is your toothbrush? It's a white electric one. Do you normally fall asleep fast or slow? Ridiculously slow. Have you ever had a severe allergic reaction? No. What do you want to be for Halloween this year? I'd love to dress up as like a Ms. Oogie Boogie and take some cool pictures, but I highly doubt it'll actually happen. What color are your glasses, if applicable? Black. Do you still look in the toy aisle, or do you pass it by? I walk past it. What are your summer fashion essentials? I don't have fashion essentials for any season. Do you have your own website? For my photography, yeah. Do you think you would be a good salesperson? Ha, no. I worked in retail before and I fucking sucked. Do you like candy corn? NO. Just colored wax, ugh. Do you like to wear skirts? I don't wear anything that shows my legs. Were you happy as a kid? Yeah. That, talkative, and hyper. Favorite store to browse but not really buy anything? Haha, I LOVE going on MorphMarket now and again to browse the ball pythons especially, but boy if I had the cash and space would I buy like fifty of them at once. I don't really know about a store I like browsing but not buying from. Skittles or Sour Patch Kids? Both are great, but I guess Sour Patch Kids. BUT, if you throw SOUR Skittles in there... then it's a war lol. If tattoos were free, how many would you have? A HELL OF A LOT. I wanna be just about totally painted. Do you wear a retainer at night? Not anymore. I had one, but I stopped using it. Are you afraid of dolls, puppets, or clowns? I'm not a doll person, particularly porcelain ones. When you’re in your room, do you keep the door locked? No. It's not even closed. Do you think your face is mostly symmetrical? Actually no, and I'm self-conscious about it. Stupidest thing you have ever said out loud? OH Christ, I'm not retrospecting on this. What’s your least favourite ice-cream flavour? That I've actually tried, strawberry. It's disgusting. What was the last good news you heard? I got approved for TMS therapy! Who was the last person to comment on your Facebook status? My friend Lyndsey. How did you meet him/her? World of Warcraft. She's actually my guild master, and she is the sweetest damn person. Have you ever learned any self-defense? If not, would you be interested in learning? I haven't, but yeah, I'd like to. When was the last time you took a nap? How long was it? Yesterday. For some reason, I actually slept a LONG time, like at least three, but probably close to four, hours. I mean I was tired, but I didn't feel THAT tired. Do you like Gushers? YAAAAAAAAAAS What would you do if you could do anything without failing? Actually get a degree for SOMETHING. What is your native language? English. Do you have a younger brother or sister? A younger sister. If so do/did they really get on your nerves? No. We were very close as kids, but we've drifted apart. Now, she absolutely doesn't get on my nerves. I'm so proud of her. Name something that happened to you that was completely unexpected. Uhhh I dunno. Do you judge people that have multiple piercings? Lol wtf? No. Do you watch the Olympics? No. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had Kix cereal. Do you like orange juice? Yes. So long as it doesn't have pulp in it. Do you think it’s cruel to keep an animal in a cage while you’re away? It depends on the size of the cage as well as how long you're away. Do you have a pet gecko? No, but I'd love a fat-tailed gecko. Are you scared of reptiles? Not at all, I adore them. Is your car messy? I don't have my own car. Mom's kinda is, though. It needs a wash badly, but because of her bumper literally being zip-tied on, she doesn't trust going into a car wash. And neither of us are about to do it manually, lol. Have you ever seen the show 16 and Pregnant? No, fuck that show. Do you buy expensive clothes? No. Does death scare you? Not really. What are your current goals? Conquer my social anxiety, get a job, lose weight, do something to strengthen my legs... Those are the four biggies. Do you clap or cheer when at a concert? I did both at the one I've been to. Do you drink coffee? What brand? No. Do you use a comb or brush? A comb. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot? No. I loved the cutesy girl handwriting though, haha. I just could never do it. You’re locked in a room with the person you last dated, any problems? Well yeah, we're locked in a room lmao. What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? It's perfectly fine, we're best friends. Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette? No. Do you get mad when people smoke around you? Yes. Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Yeah, more than once. When was the last time you were on a city bus? Never. Do you have a garden? Does it have flowers, vegetables, or both? No. Where do you want to raise your kids? Who said I even want kids? Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel? Yessssss, good shit. Have you ever seen a ghost? I think I have. Have you ever burned an ant with a magnifying glass? No. Have you ever been to craigslist.com? Yes. Have you ever used Nair? Yes, on my legs. It works, I just have stupidly hairy legs that need so much to get it all. How many tabs do you have open and what are they? Two YouTube tabs and then Tumblr. What browser do you prefer to use? Chrome. What room are you in right now? My bedroom. Are you excited for anything this month? 1.) I get my tattoo on the 19th, and 2.) I start TMS next Wednesday. What language course did you take in school, if any? I barely survived one semester of Latin, then I did all four available German courses. What language would you most like to learn? I'd love to improve my German. What would you like to get a degree in? Photography. What book are you reading, what genre is it and do you like it so far? Wings of Fire: The Brightest Night. It's young adult fantasy, I think. Did you ever sometimes flip through your text books even when you didn’t need to? Yeah, mainly to just look at pictures because I was that bored in class, haha. What types of magazines do you read? None. Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Play a video game. What’s your current relationship like with the person you lost your virginity to and do you wish it was different? We don't have any relationship anymore. I don't regret losing it to him, if that's what you're asking. If you mean our relationship stance, it'd be nice to still be in touch with him, but I know it wouldn't be healthy for me. Have you ever felt responsible for someone’s death? Pets, yes. No humans. What was the last book you recommended to someone? Idk. What’s the most difficult thing you and your current or last significant other have gone through? Distance was very hard. What’s your best memory with your ex? I'm going to assume this refers to "the ex." In which case, we were "play arguing," and I came storming into the kitchen after him to make a point, and I slid mid-sentence, and he caught me. We just held each other laughing our asses off. It's the simple things, man. Who was the last person that asked to hang out with you and what’s the story of how you met that person? Summer. My little sister and her were in pre-k together and became friends, but I gradually became closer to her than Nicole did when we were teens. Has anyone ever asked you out and you turned them down? Yes. Is there something you generally always ask for help with? Yeah. Like recently I've been having apples and peanut butter a lot, and I ask my mom to cut the apple because I'm terrified of knives. Do you feel comfortable telling people how much you weigh? NOPE. Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? No. In a relationship, have you ever been on and off with your partner? No. Do you consider cooking to be an art? Yes. Are you a fast or slow reader? I'd say I read at a moderate pace. Does it take a lot to gross you out? It depends on what it is, but I am actually more squeamish than I used to be.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''castle of glass'' by linkin park

[thecreelhouse]

sweet spot \\ part 1

Paring: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character (Lex)

Word count: 4,803

Summary: modern AU where Robin tells Steve about cam girls, and he falls hard for a stranger on the internet. Modern romance! This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve written yet, sorry, not sorry. Smut, obviously. But it’s cute, too. Part one of two!

Warnings: language, webcamming, smut, low-key daddy kink, that’s it basically

A/N: got this ridiculous idea last week while listening to doja cat’s cyber sex, and here we are? I haven’t written any sort of smut~~~ in like.... 8 years. Sorry if it’s obvious how rusty I am lmfao. Aged the characters up just a tad, too, but it is talked about like all the events of ST happened, just in present times lol. Separated into 2 parts bc it’s so lengthy. Hope y’all enjoy it at least lol. If not, just uhhh... ignore this. Title is from “sweet spot” by Kim Petras!! btw, for real, shoutout to all sex workers, y’all hustle harder than anyone.

Friday nights are usually meant for going out, partying, the usual reckless shit that most mid-twenty year olds get into. Another Friday night had rolled around, though, and it was another one that Steve was spending home alone.

It’s not that he didn’t have any friends- he ended up moving out of Hawkins with his best friend, Robin, and they’ve been roommates for several years now in the city. After high school, and wandering college and career options- all failed attempts- he decided it was just best to enjoy life in the moment, stop worrying so damn much about what his parents wanted for him, and move out. It could’ve been better, but he struggled with the majority of his generation, without the work they wanted, with or without a degree.

So, he’s made the best of what he could since. And even years later, he’s not too sure how to spend his downtime now that it’s not filled up with chasing after unhinged teens who have taken it upon themselves far too many times to become monster hunters. How do you go from protecting a bunch of kids (protecting- more like, taking sucker punches for everyone, literally), to having too much free time for yourself. Is that even possible?

Steve was flopped on the couch in his and Robin’s apartment, mindlessly scrolling through movie options on whatever streaming service had the best choices these days. His thoughts were clearly elsewhere, as nothing seemed like a good enough distraction.

It’s not even that he minded being such a homebody these days; it saved money, and it was an easy going life compared to the bizarre events he stumbled through in Hawkins years ago. It was peaceful, quiet. Sometimes, a little too quiet, though.

Steve never liked to admit it, but he was lonely these days. Robin saw right through him, though, and would manage to drag him out to the bar some nights, trying to be the best wing-woman she could be, but no one ever caught his interest anymore. Everyone was too similar to other girls he’s dated before, or didn’t want anything serious at all, or found him to be too clingy- the list could go on, really. He tried to ignore it altogether, as it just made him feel worse.

It was easier to spend time alone when you couldn’t break your own heart.

Sure, sometimes, the occasional one night stands weren’t the worst if Steve was in the mood, but that was even hard to be excited for these days. He was tired of how empty it felt, and longed for that intimacy with someone he was really, truly connected with. Not just for looks and small talk.

And, alright, fine, sure, he didn’t need a relationship and sex and all that in between, nobody necessarily needs it, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want more with someone genuine. Someone he could care about. Someone he could love.

Breaking his familiar cycle of lonely thoughts, Robin slammed the door open, laughing to herself and stumbling through the doorway.

“Well, at least one of us had a good Friday night,” Steve thought to himself, shaking his head at his best friend.

“Steeeeeeve,” Robin slurred, skipping over after she kicked her shoes across the apartment.

“Robin.” Steve deadpanned, and Robin’s cheery, drunk smile flipped into a frown. She dropped to the other side of the couch, studying his face, wondering what had him upset tonight.

“You shoulda’ gone out, it was lotsa’ fuuuuun!” She giggled, curling under a throw blanket. “Lotsa’ pretty girls. You missed out.”

Steve hummed to himself, rolling his eyes at Robin. “Did I? Not like you came home with anyone.”

Robin lightly smacked his arm, “Hey! Dingus. Maybe I didn’t want to bring anyone home. Kinda depressing when you’re here moping around all alone and shit.”

“Gee, thanks, Rob.”

“I just think you should get out more! You’re not gonna meet the love of your life wasting away on this couch.” She grumbled, arms crossing. “You don’t have to keep binge watching these shows alone, you know. Bet there’s some cute girl out there that looooooves being a homebody just as much as you do.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. Some people like going out, some people don’t. It is what it is.” He countered, and she scoffed back.

“Say that as much as you want, but it’s not gonna get you laid-“ Robin’s smartass comment was cut short by Steve throwing a pillow at her head. “- god, you’re so moody lately too. You definitely need to get laid.”

“Shut up, dingus.” He said, going back to scrolling through the tv choices again. Robin stole the remote back from him, though.

“That’s my line!” She snapped, laughing. Steve cracked a smile before diving headfirst into another pillow, wanting this conversation to end. “Jesus, would you at least leave this couch today? Go read a book, knit a hat, watch some porn-“

“Robin!” Now he really wished this conversation would end.

“Well I’m not the one who’s got all this,” Robin threw her arms wildly over her head as she continued, “pent up frustration, or energy, or whatever!”

Steve sighed before mumbling, still face first in the pillow, “I hate even talking about this,” his head finally turned a little, only so he didn’t suffocate, “but not even that is exciting for me anymore.”

Robin rolled her eyes, at his dramatics. “Steve, as your best friend, your wing-woman, and roommate, please, go fucking hook up with someone already. Your stress is stressing me out! I mean, for fucks sake, go watch a cam girl or something if you don’t like going out anymore.”

Steve’s head turned more, finally sitting back up with brows furrowed in confusion. “A what?”

Robin mirrored his expression, “Dude, it’s 2020. How do you not know what a cam girl is?”

Steve sat, clueless, eyes darting away, then back at Robin, “No?”

Rolling her eyes, she got up, still wrapped in the blanket like a burrito, and headed to the kitchen area. Steve wasn’t sure if he should follow or not, until she began to yell out an explanation, while rummaging around the fridge.

“It’s like, the new wave of sex workers, independent from the shittier side of the porn industry, cute as hell,” she rambled on, pulling multiple things from the fridge, before opening them all on the counter. Steve eventually made his way over, noticing among her large mess- half full carton of orange juice (he’d definitely have to get a new one that she didn’t directly drink out of), a tub of ice cream, and grape tomatoes. He was forever puzzled by Robin’s drunk snack choices.

“So, people watch these girls, and then they tip them, and that’s how they make bank. It’s admirable as hell, they’ve got guts and more money than I’d ever see at once in my life. Sex work is real work, man.” Robin continued, hiccuping a bit.

“Tip them for what?”

“To play bingo with the viewers- no, you fuckin dingus- what do you think?” Her sarcasm had an extra edge when she was drunk, but it was still funny to Steve. “I mean, sure, sometimes they just hang out. Do whatever. But usually, obviously-“

“Okay, okay, yep, I got the point. Geez, Robin, sorry not all of us have this knowledge on hand.” Steve quipped back. Robin got up, wrapping the blanket closer, leaving her mess on the counter.

“Here-“ she pulled her phone out, searched with sleepy eyes, and then sent a link to his phone, “- have a fuckin’ blast. You’re welcome. I’m going to sleep.”

And with that, Robin padded down the hall to her room, leaving Steve completely baffled by this unheard world of cam girls, and of course, leaving her kitchen mess for him to deal with, as well.

Unable to reach sleep some time later, Steve tossed and turned in his bed. Frustrated, he pulled his phone off the nightstand, and opened the text from Robin with the link she sent earlier. Hesitantly, his thumb hovered above the screen, wondering if this was something he even wanted to see.

“Guess it can’t hurt to look if I can’t sleep.” He thought, and opened the link. It loaded to a site that was a platform for those who wanted to cam model, and those who wanted to watch. So many links, categories, and thumbnails of really, really pretty girls. They didn’t look like the ones in those cringeworthy adult films, plastic and unrealistic- which, was fine if someone wanted to look that way, it just wasn’t really what he found attractive.

These girls were all in different poses, some wearing outfits that complimented their body shape, some wearing nothing at all. Steve sucked in a breath before locking his phone and throwing it down next to him on the bed.

“This is ridiculous. What the fuck am I doing?”

A few more minutes passed, and sleep still was nowhere to be found, so he reluctantly picked his phone up again, and started scrolling once more. A part of him felt wrong for this, it felt a little too realistic, like these were all just your average “girls next door” and he was looking where he shouldn’t. But another part of him wanted to see more, and let curiosity pull him in further.

Steve’s eyes fell on a thumbnail of a girl that stood out among the rest to him. Hesitantly, he clicked the link, and it opened to a live video of a young woman, he assumed around his age. She was stunning, to say the least, with long, silver and lavender hair, but maybe that was a wig... ? He couldn’t tell for sure, but regardless, she looked like a faerie or some cute shit like that. The girl wore a lacy, babydoll cut dress, thigh highs, and her skin shimmered among the lighting in the room around her. Her surroundings reflected how cute she was, as she was laid across a pink couch, lollipop in hand, like she was casually hanging out with friends. Pop music played softly in the background as she lip synced along.

It took a few minutes for Steve to figure out how the chat worked, and that it was easier to take everything in on a full screen rather than his phone, and opened up the chat room that belonged to the girl- her username was just as cutesy, PeachyKitten- on his laptop from there.

“I see some of you still lurking about, don’t be shy! We’re just hangin’ out tonight.” The girl said while twirling the lollipop through her fingers. Her voice sounded heavenly to Steve. His eyes fixated on her glossy, plush lips as she spoke, and wondered how it felt to kiss someone like her, how it felt to have lips like hers around his-

“Oh, thank you!” The girl replied to one of the viewers tipping her, just because. Her sweet voice shook Steve from the path his thoughts began to go down, feeling embarrassed for himself.

“I wasn’t really planning on playing tonight, but I did get new toys, so...” she left the camera frame for a moment, rustling in the background before coming back in view, with several vibrantly colored toys piled in her arms.

Steve’s eyes grew wide as he watched her flaunt and flash different toys used for who knows what, senses overwhelmed as his mind raced while he also tried to listen to her talk on.

“I have an idea- let’s play a fun game. Q&A? You guys ask me stuff while I play, and we’ll see how well I can focus and how long I can last, yeah?” The girl’s innocent features twisted just a bit into a devilish smirk. “Each tip you guys make sends the vibrator’s power up juuuust a little higher.”

Steve felt how hard he was already against his sweatpants, and wondered just how long he had been hard for already. This random girl from the internet was about to be the death of him, and she hadn’t even actually done anything sexual yet.

Exhaling deeply, he threw a hand through his hair, wondering just what the hell he got himself into here, before biting the bullet and finally entering info to sign up for an account. He joined into the chat just in time for the girl to start her Q&A game.

“Let’s lay down some rules, okay? Nothing personal and obviously invasive- like where I live or some shit, creeps.” She giggled. “Otherwise... all questions, sexual or not, are free game. Ask away, and I’ll answer as best as I can! You guys control the power of the vibrator with the tips, got it? By the way, I see some new cuties joined in, so hi there! My name’s Lex, let’s get to know each other.”

Lex winked into the camera, turning up the charm she held. Steve’s eyes fell away from her for a second as he saw the chat box speed up with activity, people already spamming with their questions, others just saying nice things about Lex. A few vulgar, disgusting comments floated through every now and then, but they were quickly blocked by Lex, without letting her positive mood falter on camera.

Repositioning herself, Lex moved onto her knees while on the couch, lifting her dress just a bit, revealing nothing underneath. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he held back a moan from involuntary slipping out. He noticed how curvy and a little squishier her body was, not like the models most guys his age drooled over. Lex showed off the bottom half of her body confidently, even with her stretch marks and imperfections in full view. All Steve could think about was how good it would feel if her thighs were wrapped around his he-

“Alrighty, first question-“ Lex started, pulling Steve from his thoughts turning dirty again. Flipping the vibrator onto the lowest setting, she gently ran it along the folds of her center, teasingly. “- Oh! I like this one- ‘what’s my favorite thing to pass time with’-“

Before she could answer, a moan slipped past her soft lips, and a chime echoed through the speakers of Steve’s laptop. Someone had tipped Lex, and sure enough, the vibrator automatically kicked up a notch, causing the pause in her voice.

Lex bit her lip, a bit dazed, trying to regain focus on answering the viewer’s question. “I love staying in, honestly. Like, I enjoy adventures, too, but there’s not much more I love than staying home in comfy cozy PJs, watching movies! Or reading. Sometimes, painting, too.”

Lex managed to finish her answer before a soft groan escaped her throat. She leaned back against the couch, legs up, showing full view of how wet she was, and it wasn’t until then that Steve wondered when the hell he started palming himself this hard, and for how long.

Another chime rang through, and the speed of the vibrator went up again, causing Lex’s head to fall back onto the couch as she moaned. A small ‘fuck’ made its way through the speakers, and Steve was sure he could have came right then and there.

“You guys are making this challenging from the start, huh?” She said, voice breathy and face flushed red. With one hand holding the vibrator on her clit, her free hand traveled up her body, playing softly with her breasts, trying to read another question. “What’s my favorite animal? Probably bunnies! They’re so adorable!”

Steve was floored with how Lex could multitask. Robin wasn’t kidding when she said sex work was real work.

Feeling a little more at ease as time passed, Steve typed in a question, remembering something she mentioned earlier: “what do u like to paint?”

Instantly he began second guessing himself, wondering if that was a boring question at a time like this. But only a second passed before Lex read his question out loud, answering with: “all kinds of stuff! I’m not very good at it, but I’m learning you don’t have to be good at something-“

Another chime, another tip, another notch up on the vibrator. Lex moaned out, louder this time, echoing in the room she was in. Without thinking, Steve’s hand reached down under his waistband, desperate for some sort of touch, even if it was his own. Slowly, he began stroking his length, letting his own moans tumble out of his mouth.

“- if- if you want to enjoy it!” Lex managed to finish, shaky, but still managed to get the sentence out. Steve felt overwhelmed; excited, because Lex answered his question, and excited, watching her struggle to get the answers out against her whines and moans.

Barely missing the sound of the chime over his own heavy breathing, Steve just caught it in time, watching Lex’s body begin to shake, a string of whimpers following.

“I- god- that feels so fucking good.” Lex moaned out, tugging at her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Steve watched her through hooded eyes, wiggling out of his sweatpants for a better grip on his member.

“I’m so close, so so close-“ Another whine escaped Lex, and Steve could feel himself getting closer to the edge in time with her. With his free, shaky, hand, he tipped her quickly, not paying much attention to the numbers he entered; he just wanted to push her to the edge, too.

The chime followed quickly after, and before Lex could even thank him, she began to ride out her high on camera, whimpers and moans traveling through the speaker to Steve, who was also riding out his orgasm at the same time. His eyes almost fell closed, but he couldn’t look away from how gorgeous Lex looked as her climax took over her body, making the end of his high that much sweeter.

“Holy shit,” Lex breathed out, sprawled out on her couch. “You guys are too good to me.”

As Steve came back down, he instantly felt a strange sort of shame he had never felt after anything sexual. Present time coming back into focus, he slammed his laptop shut, not watching Lex say goodnight.

Shame fell heavy on his mind, feeling dirty, but he was way too exhausted to think about it tonight, and let sleep overcome him quickly.

———

Sunlight poured into Steve’s room, and he immediately buried himself deeper in the covers, not ready to wake up yet. His body felt exhausted, still, and it didn’t take long for him to remember why.

The shame he felt the night before flooded back, and he was lost as to why he even felt it. It felt like an invasion of privacy, watching Lex’s show, but it wasn’t necessarily wrong. It was her job, after all, and he did tip like you should, so what was the problem?

“Shit. How much did I even send her?”

Steve pulled his laptop back open, refreshing the window, and seeing in his payments he sent-

“I’m a fucking dingus.” He groaned out loud to himself. There, in plain, bold text, was the number $100- definitely not $10 like he had thought he typed in. He guessed it was only fair, since $10 wasn’t a whole lot in the long run. He wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was for cam girls, and wasn’t sure if there was any at all.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed the message box on his account had a notification. Confused, he clicked it-

PeachyKitten: hi cutie! Thank you so much for the generous tip last night! Most newcomers don’t do that, so I really appreciate it! Let’s chat and play soon- one on one, okay?

-lex <3

Steve felt his regret fade away reading the message, but only for a moment. “She has to be nice- this is how she makes a living. I can’t get caught up thinking I’m special, or some shit.”

Still, he didn’t feel as bad as he originally did, and it wasn’t like he was spending that money on going out or anything...

Stretching, he noticed how hard he was again, and sighed, annoyed at himself. This stranger on the internet had him swooning already. He just wanted to learn more about her, and it didn’t hurt that she made him weak in the knees just with that smile.

Steve replied back quickly, trying to play it cool, and hoped time would pass fast until they got to chat again.

———

Palms clammy with sweat, Steve waited for Lex to reply back, giving the okay to start video chatting. She said she needed a minute, and that minute felt like an eternity. It had been all day, and he was grateful he had off this weekend to laze around and wait for a dreamy, internet stranger. He felt like a fool, but he couldn’t control himself. He was hooked.

A gentle chime rang out, and the call screen came up on Steve’s laptop. Hesitating before answering, he gave it a moment, trying not to seem desperate, and finally picked up. His screen loaded, showing himself in the smaller corner, buried in a cozy hoodie and sweats. Lex’s screen loaded after, and she wore a loose tank top, large cardigan, and pajama shorts, like she was enjoying a cozy day at home, the way she said she liked.

“Hi, cutie!” She beamed, giving her well known innocent smile. Steve felt his stomach do flips, not sure what to say or do, completely speechless as his jaw dropped open, and no sound fell out.

Lex giggled at his stunned silence. “You okay over there, Steve?”

Steve cleared his throat, growing red in the face, forgetting for a second his name is on his profile and wondered how the hell she knew it at first. “Y-yeah, sorry, I just- I don’t- I’ve never done this before- any of this-“

“Don’t be nervous! We’re just hanging out, right?” Lex took over so casually and comfortably, like she wasn’t chatting with one of her customers. “How are you?”

“I- I’m good, y-yourself?”

“I’m alright, still in a good mood from last night.” Lex smirked, looking off, before looking back into the camera. “I just wanted to personally thank you, you didn’t have to tip so much. I usually don’t ask for personal calls first, I let boys earn ‘em. But you had me wondering.”

Steve felt his face grow even deeper in the shade of red from earlier, “Wondering what?”

“Just who you are. What you’re about. You learned about me last night, I was wondering what there is to learn about you.” Lex replied, twirling the ends of her hair- and sure enough, it was still the silver and lavender mix.

“Well, uh...” Steve paused, not sure how to answer that. “I’m not- I don’t want anything from you- if that’s how this all came across. I’m not expecting anything. You- you’re just really cute and uh- god I’m so bad at this-”

“You’re fine, it’s okay! I’m sorry if I made you nervous, putting you on the spot like this. If anything, I just wanted to say thank you.” Lex said, smiling genuinely. Even if it was a mistake, Steve didn’t regret how much he tipped her now. If anything, it made her happy.

“If anything, I should be thanking you, I didn’t know what I was getting into... but I liked it.”

“Oh? Well I’m glad you did.” Lex said, blushing a bit.

“I’ve been in a weird funk lately and- Jesus Christ, why am I telling you this- sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m glad I could take your mind off of things for a little while, at least.” Lex smiled, “I can do it again, if you want. Here, download this.”

A link popped up in the message box; it opened a download for an app to wirelessly control a vibrator. Steve’s breath stopped short, eyes now fixed on Lex’s lips as she bit the bottom one, and his eyes grew dark, thoughts headed elsewhere.

One thing led to another, and clothes were lost- Steve’s mind went haywire over how beautiful Lex was- while the once awkward air was now filled with gasps and moans, and although Lex was so much more experienced than he was, his confidence didn’t falter back. Slowly, he grew more comfortable in this bizarre situation, where he was in control of the toy she used on herself, from who knows how fucking far away.

Lex gasped sharply as Steve turned the power up higher, causing her to reach the edge. “I’m c-close, daddy.” She managed to stutter out, and that sent Steve even closer to his edge, moaning out. Lex didn’t seem to be phased by the name slipping out, engulfed in her own pleasure. With a free hand, he switched the vibrator up even higher, sending Lex above and beyond her limits.

Steve followed close behind her, groaning out a “good girl” towards Lex, and that surprised himself. He watched as she rode out her high, naturally glowing as she let herself go, and he could have sworn he saw her lips twist up at the sound of the nickname. It was all more than enough to send Steve through his own climax, and hard.

Skin tinted shades of pink and red, Lex fell back against her couch, just like the night before, trying to catch her breath, a sweet smile appearing across her face. Something about how she presented herself as someone real, not bouncing back up right away like a machine, not shutting off her emotions- because Lex was a real, living, breathing person- got to Steve. Not acting, not faking it. As if they weren’t held apart by this technology barrier. It was a whole new world for Steve, and he just wanted more.

“Gimme a second.” Lex croaked out with a raspy, tired voice. Softly laughing, she was still lying back on her couch, exhausted. “I didn’t think you’d crank it that high up.”

Steve, also trying to catch his breath, laughed, feeling his face heat up. “Sorry, I didn’t think a lot of things were going to happen that did, so...”

A beat passed before Lex sat up, face still flushed as she gazed into the camera, then eyes flickering to Steve onscreen. “Like what?”

“‘Daddy’, huh?” He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. Lex bit her lip, looking away.

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who called me a good girl, so, I don’t wanna hear it.” She countered back, causing heat to rise to Steve’s face again.

Still feeling somewhat confident and brave enough, he let his softer side show through to Lex, “I- is it- okay if I say I wish I was there right now?”

“For what, cutie?” Lex asked back, voice still sweet as pie.

“Sorry- I’m just a real sap I guess-“

“Don’t apologize.” Lex interjected before taking a breath. “I wish you were here too, I could definitely use some cuddling right now.”

“I just- I wasn’t sure if that was, like, overstepping boundaries, I guess.”

“Usually, I don’t hang out after a session like this... but, you’re cute. Really cute, Steve. Do you mind hanging out a little longer? Unless you’ve got somewhere to be or-“

“No! I mean, no, I don’t have anywhere to be right now.” He corrected quickly before continuing. “I’m kind of a homebody these days.”

Like they didn’t just fuck over the webcam, the conversation began to naturally shift, as if they were just in the same room with one another. Lex’s face lit up a bit, “See, I knew there’s stuff about you that I wanted to discover! What’s your favorite movie lately? Wait- hold that thought, I wanna clean up first, and then you better have an answer when I’m back!”

After they both were cleaned up and in new, comfy clothes- Lex’s hair seemed to magically change from the silvery mix to, long, bouncy brunette curls (Steve realized he was right, it was a wig, probably to conceal her real identity just a little online)- they both began to just talk, get to know each other, like they didn’t get to know each other through a webcam site. Steve felt the nervousness continue to fall away as he and Lex carried on conversation, watching her facial expressions change as she talked so animatedly, so bubbly, excited over the simple things in her life. She listened intently whenever Steve talked about his likes and dislikes, bonding over how similar they were in so many interests.

Steve made a mental note to thank Robin later for pushing him to try this whole webcam thing out.

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Reminiscences - Peter Hale x OFC (Part 3)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x OFC (Calla)

Word Count: 1900 

Warnings: None - Slow Start I guess

Summary: Calla has grown up as Derek’s best friend, she’s known the Hales her whole life,she’s known their secrets and everything in Beacon Hills. Things in Beacon Hills are quiet, the pack are a family, and Calla realises that Peter knows more of her secrets than she realises.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, sorry for the mistakes and cheesiness, any feedback is welcome x

Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscences Part 2 

Part 3 

“I am so happy you asked about coming out, we literally have not been on a night out in forever. And considering there’s only 2 of us single ones left out of everyone we need to be getting out there and being each other’s wing women” My closest friend Camilla said to me. Calla and Camilla, two girls who went through school then trained to be teachers together.

I laughed, “Trust me, everyone else is getting engaged, getting married, having kids. I made a tinder account, and I’m never going on it again” I said to her.

“Ohhh why not?” She asked me waiting for the tea, although I hate to disappoint.

“So, a couple of girls swiped right on a guy that I think I hate but probably don’t and I’m still avoiding him. Its someone I know by the way, someone I know very well”

“It was a match wasn’t it?” She said with a sly grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes. But forget that, and him because tomorrow I will be your wing woman, and you’ll be mine. We’ll find hot guys to potentially hook up with or maybe even date, and all will be well, or we could just have some girly fun, dance with one another. So many options” I said to her.

“Touché to that” She agreed, we then went into a few stores. We went to Sephora, getting some makeup, Victoria secret, because it’s my favourite shop. And a few other places to get new shoes and clothes.

We had spent hours trying on different outfits, and shopping, and when we finally got everything we needed we retreated to the car. Rather than dropping her off home, we went for food instead so we could sit and talk rather than walking around and having our catch up.

“How’s work going?” She asked me.

I smiled, “I’m enjoying it. I’m getting alright money, good hours, and doing what I enjoy, I don’t need to be a full time teacher. Not yet at least. Although I am qualified. I might apply for a teaching job next year”

She nodded, “You’re lucky you chose younger kids. I hate teaching older students. And let me tell you Beacon Hills High, its accident prone”

I chuckled, “I know. The kids theyre not too bad though”

She nodded, “Listen, I look out for the boys you’re friends with. I don’t even know how you became friends with them, so please. Explain”

“Through Derek. I’m not sure if you know Scott and Stiles? Stiles being the sheriffs son?” I asked.

She nodded, “Heard of them, they graduated last year right?”

I nodded, “Yeah, Derek is dating Stiles, and well Scott is basically friends with Liam, Mason, and yeah those boys”

“They’re good kids. Just distracted sometimes. Liam’s anger has been improved since he’s been friends with Scott though”  

I nodded, “Yeah, he’s a good kid, which now sounds weird considering you’re his teacher and he’s... a friend? Like a brother maybe”

She started to laugh, “At one point I was convinced you and Derek were going to end up together” She said.

I snorted at that, “That’s likely. I mean he’s like a brother to me. But sometimes I just feel like he thinks he has to be my friend, like I’m some extra baggage, just because he’s scared that I might fall to pieces one day. Because I have no family, and he thinks he should put it upon himself to have this family picture that he’s got. Because he’s happy now, and I don’t want to ruin that and as happy as I am for him, and as happy as I am at the moment, I’m just not content with life. I feel like I’m at that age where, there’s more I could be doing, that I want to be doing”

“You know you’ve always got us babe. I mean we survived high school, college, and now work. You were there for me when my parents got a divorce, when my mom decided to go off the rails, and so much more, and I was there for you when your parents passed. So no matter what we’ve got each other. And we’re still young, sure we’re closer to 30 than we are to 20, but who cares. We have so much going for us in life, we’re younger, hot and do not need to be content just yet.”

I grinned at this girl, “Fucking hell we don’t meet up enough, you’re literally inspiring me, reminding me of the family I do have rather than the opposite”

She snorted, “You’re telling me. I’m going out on a school night, to get drunk in a bar, just so my best friend and I can have a night that we’ll forget by the following morning”

“Thank you by the way, for everything. I mean I know that we don’t hang out nearly enough, and we really probably should because facetime calls aren’t always enough”

“I know, and we will, at least we stay in touch, some people don’t”

I had to agree with her there, I mean both of us haven’t even left beacon hills yet. But we’ll get the chance one day. Soon.

Whilst we were eating, my phone decided on going off causing me to groan. Derek’s name popped up, and considering I hadn’t bothered messaging him since yesterday, I was shocked he even called.

“What?” She asked me.

I shook my head and tapped the red button.

“You realize he’ll know that you purposely hung up right?”

I nodded, “Good he needs to know”

“Ok, remind me not to get on the wrong side of you”

I grinned at her, but we both carried on eating, this time with lighter conversation.

By the time school had finished the following day, my phone had been bombarded with both texts and calls off of Derek, a few even off Peter. I ignored them because I had to get ready.

But obviously they didn’t know that, and instead I carried on getting calls.

By the time I was ready, Camilla was in my apartment doing her own hair, I had to do her makeup,  and by the time it hit half 9 we were ready to meet the others, another one of our friends was picking us up, especially since she nor her sister drink, but they both know how to have a good time.

“Cannot tell you how excited I am for tonight” Camilla squealed as we got in the car. I laughed at her behaviour as I have been this last half hour as she sang around my apartment. You would think we’re officially legal and allowed in a club for the first time rather than professional teachers.

“Same. Also just so you two know, I am getting so wasted I won’t even remember my own name. So sober friends, please support me” I told them.

“You hear this grown ass woman? She’s supposed to be a teacher” Cait said to her sister, I just laughed at them but was so excited because I am finally going to let loose and have fun, and not worry about anyone or anything else. I have no work tomorrow, I have no plans aside from recovering from this hangover.

As soon as we got to the club we met up with everyone else, it was nice because there was a big group of us. Although I didn’t completely know everyone, a few others invited others, and it just branched out. I squealed, I hugged a lot of people and I did not hesitate when it came to taking shots.

“Come on lets go dance” Camilla said to me grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor. I laughed and went along with her, one thing I pride myself on is being able to dance, I have got the hips to move to any beat, and I do. I danced with all the girls, and with a few guys, I drank and drank and I’ll probably be dead tomorrow but I don’t care.

“That guy keeps staring at you. I think he wants some of this” Camilla slurred whilst grabbing my behind.

I giggled and slapped her hand away turning to see where she was looking, as soon as I did I rolled my eyes, “He’s a creep. Lets go find some hot guys” I told her grabbing her hand feeling slightly sober than I was a few minutes ago, but we all knew that wasn’t the case.

“I already have” She grinned whilst pulling me towards someone, I quickly glanced back hoping Peter wasn’t there anymore. Despite being drunk, I had some senses, and as much as I want to be a lightweight, it takes too much to get me drunk, alcohol poisoning ttoo much.

But much to my displeasure he was making his way towards us.

I groaned and turned back around picking up the pace, basically dragging Cam to where a few other of our friends were,

“You alright girl?” Cait asked me.

I grimaced, “I drank too much but I’m not drunk enough. This one on the other hand” I muttered.

Cait started to laugh looking at Camilla she handled her alcohol the same way a teenager does, she still has work in the morning.  

“Calla” I heard a voice from behind me.

Cait looked at himbwith slihglty narrowed eyes, “Whose he?” She asked me whilst staring him down.

I shook my head, “No one. If you ignore him, he’ll go away, now come on let’s go get me some more drinks”  I said to her walking past her, a hand grabbing my arm stopped me.  

“Calla. You’ve had enough, now I’m taking you home”

I yanked my arm out of his grip, my heartbeat increasing and I turned to face him, I could see his eyes slowly starting to glow in these luminous lights within the nightclub.

“Leave me alone.” I said through gritted teeth. His face was the last one I wanted to see, he is the last person I want to be around. He probably knows how I feel yet still talks to me like I’m shit. He has no fucking right. And tonight was supposed to be getting away from him!

“Calla... is everything alright?” Cait asked me.

“Yes. He’s just going”

“No I’m not” Peter said to her, “I’m actually taking her, she knows who I am, and she’s safe with me. I’m related to her friend Derek” He explained.

“Is he?” Cait asked me looking more scared and worried than anyone, because she’s the only one noticing what’s going on.

“Yes he is. Now Peter will you fucking leave” I said still trying to get out of his grip.

He had that same smirk on his face, “Not without you sweetheart”

“Do you want me to call the police?” Cait whispered to me causing Peter to laugh humorously.

I shook my head knowing that I would not win this, “I’ll message you later, you go have fun alright. Just make sure Cam doesn’t end up going home with a complete stranger, and thank you for offering to take me home” I said kissing her cheek,  

She smiled at me, “Message me when you get home” She said to me and I nodded promising. I then yanked my arm out of Peters grip and glared at him whilst walking past him.

Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscences Part 4

#Peter Hale #Peter Hale Imagine #Peter Hale Fan Fic #peter hale fanfiction #Teen Wolf #Peter Hale x OFC #OFC #Teen Wolf Fic #Teen Wolf Fan Fiction #AU #Teen Wolf AU #Peter Hale is a good guy #Kind of #Reminiscences

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some p!g-drv3 theories (spoilers obvi)

First of all I think people demonize the pg versions wayyy too much because its a good way to be le sexy in like fanfictions. And i get it, villains are hot or whatever. and also hs is a horny age to be. But even the edgiest and horniest of teens aren’t like. that sexual/monstrous. its kind of insane the portrayals people are placing

maybe this could also be like me being older bc when i was early hs i was like yea its fair to place these super mature portrayals on a 18-22 year old they are like adults but young and now im that age and im like woah there pardner. might be an age/maturity thing. 

also like its normal for people to relate to and portray characters their same age in a similar fashion, but when adults write more sexual content about the dg kids i get hella fucking sus

idk where i was going with that first comment i guess its like a preface and in the end i think its important when characters especially teenage characters are morally grey not because they’re mature and dark/brooding but because they are still young and learning. fuck im older than like most of them, but im still young and learning. its good to be in turmoil and confused, especially the drv3 cast. they are more confused than anything.

which i think is a reason why people would join dr because if you are completely loss and in turmoil, it is appealing to be given a purpose in life and amazing talents/abilities. despite the morals of danganronpa, it is a simple reality to be told who you are and what to do

OK ONTO HEADCANONS (not doing all bc i dont have thoughts about all)

first of all i understand changing stories but i think, deep down, you can’t change fundamental personalities/values. so while the backstories might be different i think, in the end, a baseline is always the same

SHUICHI being a Bad Boy is like canon obviously but i dont think he’s as manipulative as people make him out to be. i think he falls in the more the bully role that like. mae borowski or tf2′s scout filled before they grew up. rough background, bad anger issues, lots of emotional turmoil, and the only way he knows how to deal with shit is by committing crimes and beating the shit out of people. and, similar to those characters, drv3 represents an older, more emotionally sober yet equally confused version of himself. the urges are still there as foreshadowed in the dialogue. i think he struggles with guilt, mostly survivors, but there is still a lasting impact of guilt of what he did in his past, even if he can’t remember.

KOKICHI is a child. a piece of shit motherfucker child but a child. I really do think he’s like one of the youngest people in the cast. he reminds me a lot of when my brother doesn’t take his adhd medicine and takes jokes way too far and does mean and cruel things because he thinks its funny and that its just a fun joke, but is hurting people. he desperately wants approval, which is why his leader role is so interesting because in the dr narrative he has the approval he craves and so he is satisfied. still, he does try to impress characters like rantaro and values his opinions a lot, even developing a brotherly relationship in the time they knew each other. this being said, its established kokichi was bullied before, but i dont think he’s like. the wimp people make him out to be. i think he’s more of like the class clown who desperately uses humor to make people like him, and ends up resorting to be the butt of most of his jokes. you don’t just develop a good sense of humor out of a brainwash, and that’s not something you can program in. i think that was a remnant of before, and he’s so good at bullying people and coming up with roasts - i just think that in p!g the roasts were about him.

KAEDE is baby but her p!g personality seriously reminds me of any ~quirky/edgy~ girl in a teen coming of age story who tries to be edgy and cool and act like she doesn’t care but deep down, she really does. if she didn’t have an empathetic personality, she wouldn’t want to end the game. i also think she has that self-identifying QuIrKy personality because its like she lives in her own narrative, practically announcing this story is about her and she is the protagonist. i know i used to self narrate like that and distinguish how i was different when i was like. 15-16. she has a tumblr. 

I really like the theory where KAITO is a make-a-wish kid who was better when he was younger but relapses later in teens. he never used his wish before, so he decides to use it now to be on danganronpa and become the hero he always wanted to be. i also think he might have joined as a way to raise awareness about adolescent healthcare. definitely the type who puts on a “heroic” character to make everyone else feel better about the fact he is literally dying of a terminal illness, and keeps that act up till the end. 

i think KOREKIYO is still a serial killer. i think honestly a reason why he mightve auditioned for danganronpa is because he is a serial killer. maybe his sister found out and he felt so much shame that’s why he auditioned. he probably mentioned why in his interview because duh, tell them im a serial killer and then only reason im coming clean is my sister found out and im ashamed, that is like a guarantee to get on the show.  i LOVE the theory that his sister is still alive, however, and has to watch her brother go insane because they wrote her into the story as the villain. because technically, she brought on this guilt, and is the reason why he auditioned - as a way to cause despair, twist it around so she’s the one to blame for his insanity. also, because its pretty accepted DR members become celebrities, kork’s sister is totally bombarded with paparazzi and is demonized in the media. she might end up writing a tell-all memoir about kork’s actual childhood and personality. quiet kid, thoughtful, interested in anthropology, she never thought he’d hurt a fly. watching her brother go insane probably destroyed her. 

I also think, timeline wise, kork is probably one of the oldest members along with rantaro. tbh i think kork actually graduated hs and went on a gap year doing the whole “hitchhike around the world to discover myself thing” which is where he began killing people. he was getting ready to go to college when his sister found out about what he did. this is when he decided to go on danganronpa instead of university. this would help explain why he knows so much about other cultures/travel/been so many places with so many memories/killed/is knowledgable on a level most other students are not. this would place him at like, 20-21, where everyone else is like 15-18.

ok so there’s two p!g RANTARO, p!g before 53 and p!p!g before 52. i’d like to establish now i think rantaro is the oldest of the characters, seeing as though he was already pretty old to begin with in 52, it takes time between television seasons, and he was in another game. so im placing him like 21-23, similar to yasuhiro in d1 being so much older than everyone else. i do think, in all iterations, rantaro was pretty much raising his sisters, though i don’t think he had twelve like the story (i think that’s an exaggeration, his sisters mean a lot to him, lets make him have a TON and then lose them all and feel GUILTY) rantaro joined the first game, partially to get money for his family and hopefully establish them as celebrities and let them have a comfy lifestyle, even if he doesn’t live...and also to finally ahve some sort of experience without his siblings tagging along. if he’s been raising his sisters all his life, he’s never had like something that’s JUST his. that’s his adventure. 52 is his ULTIMATE adventure. ahaha. mostly for money, kind of dreading it, still a tiny bit excited

ok p!g rantaro between 52 and 53 probably came back broken. he did the signings and appearances, but mostly wanted to spend time with his family and make sure they were set up. i think he knew the whole like few months between seasons he had to go on another show, but he did’t tell his sisters. his family found out when they saw a billboard with his face plastered on it hyping up the return of a fan favorite. yikes!

ok i get it a lot of people hate HIMIKO but i think she’s not nearly as similar as other “useless” characters in other games. its like, pretty clear she’s depressed, and the only thing she’s holding onto with dear life is magic. lack of hygiene, lack of personal care, constantly tired, social interaction exhausts - she has depression, but she’s not an UWU depressed character. so people find her depressive traits (which are some of the most realistic portrayals of mental health in the series) SUPER annoygin. she joined dr because she was completely lost and needed some sort of direction in her life, even if she’ll die for it. the thing is, even with direction, her mental state didn’t change because she wasn’t getting legitimate help. it’s like that one SNL skit that’s like. same sad you from before but in a new place. i also think she knows the magic is not real, because how could she not. i think she’s so adamant that it IS real, less as a way to convince others, and more of a way to convince herself. it’s like really super cruel that team danganronpa took a girl who is desperate for meaning and gave her literally a meaningless, fake talent.

i also kin himiko and find her a comfort character because i feel seen by her, replacing her useless talent of magic with mine of like shitty film making and comedy. i am seen.

related i don’t think she’s nearly as ugly as everyone says she is, i think she’s probably just depressed and takes absolutely no care of her hygiene and sleep and looks like sick and greasy all the time. same queen.

honest to god i think RYOMA’s backstory, tennis and all, is like 100% real and he’s the only one who keeps all of his memories except for the fact this is a tv show. i think he rolled up, a hot fucking mess, and the danganronpa team were like damn. we cannot improve upon this. 

#ryoma hoshi #himiko yumeno #rantaro amami #korekiyo shinguji #kaito momota #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #drv3 #killing harmony #pg dr #pre!game danganronpa #danganronpa #theories #danganronpa spoilers

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Buffy dir the ask Game

Aaah! *^* Thanks for asking, I had hoped that may come up! xD

Answers under the cut though, because this turned into... literally 3k words worth of fangirl rambling. That’s what happens when you make me talk about the things I love the most. *ducks head*

Top 5 favourite characters: Spike, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, Rupert Giles

Other characters you like: let’s make that five more then! Daniel Osbourne, Andrew Wells, Cordelia Chase, Anya Jenkins, Drusilla

Least favourite characters:Dawn Summers by a landslide

Otps: Spike/Buffy, Tara/Being Alive, Willow/Tara, Xander/Cordelia, Xander/Anya, Giles/Joyce (I always wanted Giles to become Buffy’s dad, officially and legally ;-;), Cordelia/Buffy, Giles/Spike, Oz/Andrew (LISTEN, I love Oz, I hate that he left and only came back once to see his girlfriend his now a lesbian. I wanted him to return for good and I wanted Andrew to be explicitely gay and not just Word Of God gay)

Notps: Xander/Dawn - like, her crush on him was cute and all, but that season 8 really had to make THAT canon was… not necessary… Also Giles/Buffy is really the only Hard No ship I’ve encountered in this fandom, otherwise even when I don’t vibe with a ship, it’s more a shrug and keep scrolling

Favourite friendships: THE GOLDEN TRIO. Xander-Willow-Buffy. I love them

Favourite family:The friends we found along the way. Seriously, the Scooby-gang absolutely counts as a family. Joyce and Giles are the parents, Xander and Willow (who supposedly have parents but we never meet them and they don’t seem to care much) are as much a part of this family as Buffy ;^;

Favourite episodes: HAH! The one show where I can actually name them, without having to cross-check what the episodes are called and what happens where! xD

Once More With Feeling: clearly. IT’S A MUSICAL EPISODE. And it is so good. The singing is so good. I immediately bought the soundtrack and I listened to it on a loop for months. Then the content! The Spuffy is so good, the Buffy angst, everyone gets an adorable moment and then that ending that kills me

Tabula Rasa: I love this episode. It is so whacky but again also with angst, because that Willow/Tara is murderous

The Body: I mean, in a masochistic kind of way do I love this episode. It is… it is so heartbreaking. I’ve seen it like twelve times now and I still cry every single time. How vulnerable Buffy is, the Tara-Buffy friendship, Anya has one of my favorite moments when she confronts what death means. This episode is an absolute sucker-punch

Favourite season/book/movie: Season 6, hands down. Other TV shows always try to one-up it - so they fought demons in season 1, how about they fight SATAN HIMSELF in season 3? The escalation is very rapid in most supernatural shows nowadays. That Buffy took a step back and spent essentially a whole season on character development and friendships and human issues? Also two of my favorite episodes happen in this season, so that makes it all the more special to me!

Favourite quotes:Okay, so, full disclosure I love the musical episode but I listened to Rest in Peace THE MOST. And the lines “I died so many years ago, you can make me feel like it isn’t so” just completely wrecks me. Like, there’s a whole lot of memorable quips in this show and the line “I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about” is ALSO absolutely outstanding

Best musical moment: When Buffy says “I think I was in heaven”, just the way her voice breaks, the reaction on everybody’s face? This silly musical just outed her biggest secret, the thing that’s going to hurt everyone around her with guilt and the thing that’s wrecking her life. That moment is so good

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: William Pratt. Getting explicit flashbacks to flesh out Spike’s past, to meet the man he used to be and see what he was like. Also genuinely every any flashback about the Fanged Four. This is something I KEEP yelling about in all the supernatural genre shows - if you have centuries old characters then USE THAT. Show me their past! Seriously the wasted potential of flashbacks around Magnus Bane on Shadowhunters is downright insulting. But Buffy? Every time it explored more, showed me more, I fangirled so hard. Also genuinely when Buffy slept with Satsu in season 8 - like, I know there were no grand romantic feelings but Buffy Summers had sex with a woman and… c’mon, Buffy’s not 100% straight, she just isn’t, I stand by bi!Buffy

When it really disappointed you:When some greedy asshat decided to do a comic reboot and retcon Willow into being Out And Proud in high school and be Gay All Along. Fuck. You. Like, yeah, sure, obviously am I all for out and proud teenage rep! But not at the cost of erasing existing rep! Not when it’s a retcon that actively erases an “I took longer to realize my feelings and be true to myself” lesbian, because those exist and are valid and deserve to be seen too and by retconning her into being out in high school, instead of having boyfriends in high school and only coming to terms when she is in college and actually MEETS her first lesbian to realize that this could be her truth, by doing that, you’re effectively sending the message that only Gold Star Lesbians are valid and genuinely fuck you for doing this. Also, from what I’ve heard that comic reboot effectively erased Drusilla’s insanity and victimhood to have her be an evil mastermind villain and… no… that’s not the character anymore then; a huge point of Drusilla was that she was a victim, most specifically Angel’s victim, that he broke her completely so we can see the bad and depth of Angelus’ worst days, it’s important for the plot even if it makes you uncomfortable to see a woman be a victim, in her case her victimhood and her insanity are literally what make her her. You just created a new character. There is some really wrong SJW bullshit going on in there and it’s dumb. If you wanna tell new stories, do that. But don’t take this existing beautiful story and slaughter it for your own whims what the fuck, I genuinely loathe that this comic exists and I’m glad that the TV show thing is going to be a spin-off sequel and not an actual reboot because don’t fucking reboot Buffy

Saddest moment: Joyce’s death, definitely. But also when Giles decides to leave, that breaks my heart every time

Most well done character death:ALSO Joyce’s death

Favourite guest star: I… really don’t know, like I don’t know who’d count as just guest, when looking at the cast list most the ones I would have said are technically recurring characters and then it’s also not really asking for the character but the actor, huh? Retrospectively probably Wentworth Miller, because he has become an actor I like a lot so seeing smol!Wentworth in Buffy is adorable

Favourite cast member: James Marsters. If tumblr existed back when Buffy first aired, all my Dominic Sherwood obsession could be fully translated onto him. He was one of my three first actor obsessions and he still remains that, to this day

Character you wish was still alive: ANYA. There was no need to kill Anya off in the finale, I wish season 8 could have had that happy, good Xander/Anya content… ;-;

One thing you hope really happens: I am so excited and afraid of the sequel spin-off. That could be so great (or a disaster and that’s the part that frightens me), but what REALLY needs to happen is that Sarah Michelle Gellar guest stars. Of course not as a regular, it is supposed to be about a new slayer. But I need them to then also acknowledge what has been before. Maybe others could guest star too, cameo occasionally (though it would be hilarious if Andrew was a regular and like a… guide to the new kid). Ideally, I would get to see every Scooby at least once in this spin-off but what really needs to happen is that Buffy Summers appears in it

Most shocking twist: When they killed off Buffy… and there was another season. Like. This was pre “everybody dies and is frequently brought back from the dead, death doesn’t stick” TV era (actually, it is the mother of that trope, really), so that was… really a shocker.

When did you start watching/reading?: Ironically, during my least favorite season. Season 4. The initiative was the most bland and obnoxious plotline, Riley/Buffy is a ship I really don’t dig and I was a teen so American college was Weird And Confusing and also uninteresting. However, I had been DYING to watch that show for three years and been deemed too young to watch it so it was really exciting that my mom finally allowed me and also I WAS right on time for the lesbian coming out and that still to this day blows my mind because Willow and Tara were the first lesbians I got to see on TV and it still means the world to me. I then got caught up on reruns, watching the first three seasons, but even on rewatchs, plot-wise season 4 is the weakest for me

Best animal/creature: Miss Kitty Fantastico, by default? xD I think she is the only animal in the whole series… and she just kind of… disappeared too ôÔ°°°

Favourite location: THE LIBRARY I LOVE THE LIBRARY SO MUCH

Trope you wish they would stop using: Mmmh… I… I mean, when rewatching this as an adult, I gotta admit the early Angel/Buffy is very uncomfortable. Back when I was Buffy’s age and younger I thought it was the coolest thing that this vampire loved this teenage girl, but as an adult I have come to re-evaluate all the 16/17 year old girl getting together with a 100+ year old vampire because that most definitely is a very concerning age-gap and… not necessary. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always also hold love for them because I loved them back when I first watched it too and I think they have a fascinating and epic tragic romance, but… media’s gotta stop pushing the idea that centuries old immortals find high school kids romantically and sexually attractive; it’s not a good look

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: Clearly sell me on the canon romance, if you look at my list of OTPs where nearly all of them are canon. Also THIS IS PROPER FOUND FAMILY YO. I’m so tired of shows pretending to be “the team is a family” and then it’s all just deceite and distrust and miscommunication and tragic. AND where this show 100% outdoes… literally everything else I have ever read and watched is the mental health. Buffy died and came back from the dead and instead of just shrugging it off and doing business as usual, we spent a whole season on her depression and dealing with the aftermath of it. Same goes for Willow and her grief over Tara and her addiction. Bad things happen to the characters and it’s not just used as a cheap ploy for more drama, they have ramifications and are being dealt with.

Funniest moments: When Tabula Rasa made everyone assume new identities and everyone thought Giles was Anya’s sugar daddy and Spike’s actual father? Also the time that Giles kept himself a pet-Spike in his home because no one trusted Spike yet (reasonably so). And honestly, countless more - this is one of the funniest shows I ever watched, the quips and one-liners are absolute killers.

Couple you would like to see: Huh. Can I go really vague and say that I would like to see a wlw couple with at least one lesbian in the spin-off sequel? Like, obviously do I hope that this new iterations brings more rep to the table - LGBT as well as POC because if I have to admit one flaw in my favorite show then that it’s very 90s white - but even among that, I really hope there will be at least one lesbian character, who gets to have an on-screen romance

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: As mentioned above, I hope Sarah Michelle Gellar and others join the cast at the very least as guest stars.

Admittedly, I also would murder to see Dominic Sherwood play a vampire on this new show.

Those two would be the ones I’d love to see join the cast. However, I kind of got lost in an entire fan-cast here, so have my pitch for what I’d love the spin-off’s cast to look like. I have no idea what age-range it’s going to be though. Probably teenagers again, but I kind of hope early to mid twenties.

My dream cast, which isn’t going to happen because she already has a lead role in a TV show so she’s too busy, but I’d LOVE to see China Anne McClain as the new slayer.

And, okay I admit this is Marvel based type-casting, but I’d LOVE to see Lyrica Okano as the witch friend (the group needs a witch friend).

Sarah Jeffery for the Cordelia-type role. The bitchy cheerleader - but she’s actualy a closeted lesbian who joins the team when she accepts her own identity and befriends the group.

It’s probably also type casting to make David Castro play another brooding vampire, but listen he’s about the same age as China and he would give off good Angel vibes to her Slayer?

Jane Lynch as the Watcher. But not a soft dad like Giles, more the grumpy, annoyed mom who now has all those irritating children running after her even though she is just trying to teach her charge how to be a Slayer.

Favourite outfit: EVIL DOPPELGÄNGER WILLOW’S VAMPIRE DOMINATRIX OUTFIT *^*

Favourite item: I love the dumb axe. Like, I think it looks WAY too modern to be this ancient tool, but dang it’s pretty

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: my phone-case, all seasons on DVD, the soundtrack of the musical episode on CD, I probably still got my old bedsheets somewhere. I do wish I had more merch, in a different time I probably would have spent all my money on Buffy figures, but those weren’t available way back when and now that I have access to the internet’s treasure-hunting-sites, I… have learned to… mostly… manage my money better than mindlessly buy merch (though if Funko Pop finishes that… Rock Candy series with all the main characters, I will definitely buy those. As it stands, there’s only Willow and Buffy available right now…)

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: I would definitely not be a slayer. Maybe a witch??

Most boring plotline: The initiative. Seriously. I’m HARD anti military and this bullshit of college soldiers policing the supernatural world was… boring and weird. Got even weirder when it turned into Frankenstein at the end

Most laughably bad moment: ooof that puppet episodes had quite some intentionally cringey moments

Best flashback/flashfoward if any: ALL OF THEM. NOT A SINGLE NOT GOOD FLASHBACK THERE. GIVE ME ALL OF THE PAST

Most layered character: Spike. Fight me on that. Seriously, his past as a human, as a vampire, his present, his will to gain a soul, his dynamics with all the Scoobies, I love him. To be fair, Buffy is also the most layered character though

Most one dimensional character:huuuh… Dawn? I mean, seriously she is just every teen angst trope crammed into one, with zero tolerance for what the only slightly older adults may be going through, they even made her shoplift for attention, I swear she could have only been more of a cringey teen trope if she also Cut For Attention… -___- Like. She… She got slightly better with time, but out of all these multi-facetted characters, she is definitely the flattest

Scariest moment: Puppets creep me out so the puppet episode was definitely scary for me. Also the Silence I mean damn that was an amazing episode but it was creepy as fuck

Grossest moment: mh… I can’t think of one, really. I’m unsure if there were any really gross moments

Best looking male: Spike!

Best looking female: Doppelgänger Willow. Don’t judge me. Also Evil Willow. Okay you can judge me a little

Who you’re crushing on (if any): Never really had a crush on any of the characters

Favourite cast moment: That was… pre-internet times, we didn’t get immediately swamped by posts and videos and photos of the cast, there was very little access to these things so I was never really exposed to that

Favourite transportation: THE RV. I loved when they were on the run for half an episode and just all lived in an RV together :D”““

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): I really don’t know

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you:It’s a very well-rounded series and I was never actually left with major questions

Best promo: The best promo it had was running in our living room so I could carefully sneak a peek when going to bed and thus want to watch the show :D”

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: When Willow/Tara happened. I didn’t even know that I’m a lesbian back then. I was like 10 back then. This was literally the first time I saw two women be together. Back then I didn’t know what about it amazed me so much. Cue in 12 year old Phoe slowly realizing “oooh I’m a lesbian that’s why the lesbians spoke to me”. But yeah, being the first show to show me lesbians exist, that was when I fell in love and then I got to watch the whole show and it is just such a perfect show that it was impossible not to love it

IN DEPTH FANDOM QUESTIONS

#Buffy the Vampire Slayer #In-Depth Fandom Ask Game #send me asks #Anonymous

[hwu-adventures-blog]

Honouring the Past:

Book Series: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir, references to the It Lives series.

Pairing: Maxwell x MC, mentions Lucas x MC.

Setting: before the Apple Ball but after the car crash.

Warnings: mention of bullying by family members, entitled parent and entitled sibling, separation of parents, bad language.

Description: whilst looking through a box of her old stuff, Zoe Beaumont comes across a photo that brings back some memories of a tragedy in her life, it’s up to Maxwell to try to cheer his wife up and that somehow leads to a discussion about what they are going to name the future Heir of Cordonia.

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A fairly heavily pregnant Zoe Beaumont was sat in her room shifting through some boxes her dad had sent over of her childhood stuff he’d thought she might like for the baby when she came across it. a framed photo of her and her younger half brother, Fred. It from one time her dad and her had embarked on their annual visit to the town of Westchester in Oregon to visit her mother, Alexandra, stepfather, Elijah and half brother, she could remember that summer clearly. She was twelve, her paternal step mother and step sister , Julie and Liana were pushing the boundaries of their usual petty bullying and she was miserable. Her dad, James, had noticed her mood change and had tried to get it out of her however she wouldn’t tell him so her dad had left her step mother Julie and stepsister Liana to house sit, whilst he and Zoe hopped onto the plane to see the rest of her family in an attempt to cheer her up. It was one of the best things her dad had done, and he was a great dad, but the lengths he was willing to go to to cheer his daughter up always astounded Zoe.

You see, her mom and dad had been best friends since they were little and that hadn’t seemed to change, even after one drunken night when they were sixteen and seventeen that had created Zoe herself, or when they decided to end the relationship that had just fallen out of romantic love when she was two, or when her mom met her current husband Elijah Peralta and had her son, Fredrick when Zoe was five (hell, it was James who introduced Alexandra and Elijah in the first place, and was even best man at their wedding and godfather to Fred) or when her dad married an entitled witch with her spawn of Hell who was the same age as Zoe at six but acted like her spawn was above her despite her being seventeen at her birth just because Zoe was bi-racial and hated her mom just because she was black. Nevertheless, Zoe loved most of the situation she was in, she got on like a house on fire with Elijah, who treated her like she was his own child, and she had the best little brother in the world. She’d had so much fun there, on that holiday, she’d forgotten about the petty abuse she’d suffered at Liana and Julie’s hand, and they’d even gotten the biggest ice cream from a dessert shop on the last day there and that was when the photo was taken. It was one of her happiest memories and one of the last ones before her life went to shit. Her dad got very sick, she was forced to drop out of college and drop her dream of pursuing a career in musical theatre and get a job as a waitress because why should her step mom pay for her husband’s medication, when she was paying for her own daughter’s education? which said daughter then screwed up because she got pregnant by her badboy boyfriend. And then kicked Zoe out of the house on her twenty first birthday so she now had to pay for her father’s treatment (which she didn’t mind really she’d do anything to help her dad) and rent and food. She managed it, for a few years but of course if the opportunity came, to leave she was definitely going to take it. And she was glad she did, when it came along in the form of Maxwell Beaumont (and Liam and Drake). Luckily by that time her father was in remission from his illness and that only added to her choice of escaping. Zoe’s life immediately became better after she left, only hindered by the death of her younger brother just after she’d started (kind of secretly) dating Maxwell.

She remembered that phone call well, she was in the lounge area of the Beaumont’s residence when her mom had called in tears. She’d obviously asked what was wrong and then was told her brother was dead. He’d gone off into the woods with his friends and then most of them had been found dead, with the only survivor being Lucas, a boy that Zoe knew for certain her brother had a crush on and her brother’s body was never found but he was assumed dead as Lucas had told them Fred was dead. She’d broken down on the phone then and there and was inconsolable, to the point where not even Maxwell had been unable to cheer her up in the usual manor.

All this thinking of her brother was making her upset. He was never going to get to see his niece or nephew, he wasn’t going to get to grow old with Lucas, who Zoe met after the funeral, and had her suspicions confirmed that, yeah they were in love with each other. And that upset her. She was also kind of happy thinking of her brother before he died and all the rare but fun times they had together.

“Hey Zo, Liam’s just arrived as have Hana and Drake, to start to get ready for the Apple ball tonight” Maxwell poked his head round the door an excited grin on his face, he was so excited to meet his son or daughter, in a month or so, and Zoe honestly had no doubt he was going to be a great father.

“Hm? Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute” Zoe said sounding uncharacteristically distant

“Woah hold up, what’s wrong my little blossom?” Maxwell’s demeanour suddenly changed from cheerful to concerned as he hurried to his wife’s side.

“It’s nothing, it’s probably just stupid hormones” Zoe sniffed

“Come on Zoe, it’s my job as your husband to cheer my amazing wife and mother of my child up, so what’s up?”

Zoe didn’t say anything but looked down at the photo, Maxwell followed her gaze and gently took the photo from her to have a look

“is that what you looked like as a kid? My wife was cute even then” Maxwell said “and I’m guessing that’s-“

“Fred” Zoe’s voice was barely a whisper

“Is that what’s upsetting you?”

“It’s stupid- it just occurred to me that our kid is never going to meet their maternal uncle and-“

“Hey that’s not stupid, I’d be sad if our kid never got to meet Bertrand if he died before they were born and honestly I’m a bit upset my mother isn’t able to meet them”

“I don’t know why it’s getting to me now though”

“Like you said, hormones” Maxwell joked “ow!” He exclaimed and leapt up as Zoe hit him playfully with the cushion next to her but she managed to smile at him through her tears but then it dropped back

“You know what, we should honour your brother somehow”

“What?”

“why don’t we name them Fredrick if they turn out to be a boy, like you suggested when we were last discussing it?”

“A-are you sure? I seem to remember it was a little too traditional when I last suggested it and I want our kid to have a name we both like”

“It’s grown on me, in fact I think it would be perfect way better than Maxwell Jr” Maxwell smiled

“Really?” Zoe smiled her eyes prickling with more tears

“Yeah anything is better than Maxwell Jr, we’d be honouring your brother in the best way and i think that any sibling of yours would be proud of their amazing sister and her brilliant child even if they never got to meet them”

“Oh Maxwell!” Zoe exclaimed crying harder

“Hey I thought I was supposed to cheer you up, not make you worse”

“I’m not sad, I’m happy, it’s the stupid hormones” Zoe said wiping her eyes with her hand

“Well-“

“-Maxwell, I love you, but if you make another hormone joke that cushion will be thrown at you in a place you don’t want to be hit and I may be eight months pregnant but my strength is just as good”

“Noted”

“Just since were on the topic of baby names, any thought on girl’s names?”

“It’s silly, but I always liked Grace as a name” Maxwell said

“You’re kidding?”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve always liked the name as my mom’s mom was named Grace, and she really helped my mom fight the stigma of being a black teen mom, she died when I was really young but Granny Grace became an inspiration to me” Zoe laughed

“Grace if it’s a girl and Fred if it’s a boy! We’ve got our child’s name sorted!” Maxwell exclaimed before he looked at his wife beaming with delight “I can’t wait to meet them!”

“hopefully not for another month or so though, unless something goes wrong, which is unlikely if we take it easy” Zoe replied

“I’m not sure I can wait that long but I’ll try” Maxwell grinned “I’d rather they be healthy and on time than not though”

“Did you hear that? Just come out when you’re ready, there’s no rush- seriously, you may be your dad’s child and mommy and daddy can’t wait to meet you but take your time okay?” Zoe addressed her bump softly before feeling a kick from the baby “I’m going to take that as a yes”

Maxwell and Zoe laughed at that before Maxwell knelt down and rested his head against his wife’s tummy

“Hey, it’s your dad here, just here to tell you that we’re going to be quite the team, because we’ve already managed to cheer your mom up already”

That was true Zoe was no longer crying or upset in any capacity “Also we need to go to your uncle’s Liam, Drake and auntie Hana and get ready for your mom’s last event before we can meet you and I know she’s feeling nervous about it after the last few eventful weeks we’ve had so if you can give her an encouraging kick that would be great!”

The baby kicked in response again Maxwell looked at Zoe “the baby has spoken” he got up on his feet and offered her his hand “Come on, let’s go and see our friends for the last event before we’re a proper family” Zoe took his hand with a smile and was pulled up by her husband before wrapping her arms around him the best she could

“What’s that for?”

“Thank you Maxwell, for putting up with me and being the best husband ever”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’ve got the best wife ever, although I was half expecting you to blame your hormones for your mood again”

“Aaaand moment over” Zoe said moving away from Maxwell and picking up another cushion from the bed and looking menacingly at Maxwell in a light hearted way, aimed at him

“I forgot! I’m sorry! Zoe! Have mercy! Zoe!” He flinched bracing himself for the thud

Zoe lowered her aim putting the cushion back

“Alright, but only because our friends are waiting”

She smiled and took hold of Maxwell’s warm hand, intertwining her finger in between his

“Come on, let’s go and see our friends”

And the couple walked out hand in hand, knowing that very soon they’ll be a proper family and Zoe was sure any child of hers would make her brother proud, wherever he was now.

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A/N: This is my way of coping with the fact that the MC and Their LI has had no discussion about baby names together and this probably won’t be canon but still. Also, I hadn’t really gone into my MC’s backstory although I headcannon that my TRR/TRH!MC and my ITLITW!MC were half siblings and yes, literally only Lucas survived in my play through of ITLITW and my MC got turned into Mr Red (but that was before I really started posting properly on this blog so I didn’t post anything). But yeah, that’s it although I will say that if Pixelberry paywalls naming our baby in the next book I’m done with the series, sorry I’m still a little bitter about the pacing of the first book of TRH. (But I’m pretty they won’t do that as I’m sure if they did everyone would riot). Also ITLITW ended around the time that book 2 of Royal Romance did so I put the end of ITLITW during the events of book 2 of Royal Romance but before Constantine’s assassination as I finished ITLITW a while before TRR book 2. Anyway hope you enjoyed this fanfic! And I’ve got another one planned where MC finds a portrait of Percival Beaumont and points out that the genetics are so strong that he’s literally Maxwell with a beard! So look out for that!

#mc #pixelberry #maxwell x mc #mc x maxwell #choices: the royal heir #the royal heir #choices: the royal romance #the royal romance #choices app #ilitw #ilitw mc

[chilligyu]

info: lee jihoon/reader, teen, neighbor au genre: fluff, romance | word ct: 5k warnings: none summary: the man who lived next door was a mystery, quiet, reserved, and she was drawn to him in a strange way. her landlord warned her that he was this grouchy old man in a college kids body, but she didn’t let that stop her from discovering what was beneath the surface. she was determined to get to know lee jihoon, and grow closer to him in the process.

For as long as she could remember it had always her dream to move to the big city, to Seoul. It seemed simple and her friends often laughed at her but she wasn’t swayed. Nothing would stop her. She knew that leaving home wasn’t an easy task, but it was one she was determined to accomplish. After a couple of years of saving up and working odd jobs she was one step closer. When she was finally there, finally staring her dream right in the face, she was practically euphoric. As she stood in her empty apartment, the last box from the moving truck getting heavier by the second, her freshly cut keys dangling from her hands, she had never been happier.

“Looks like that’s the last of it.” Seungcheol, her landlord and childhood friend, confirmed with a smile. “Rent’s due at the end of the month, no smoking, no pets allowed, blah blah blah, you’ve heard this all before. Don’t be afraid to text me if you need anything.”

She nodded eagerly, dropping the box down on the couch. “Thank you so much, Seungcheol. I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

He waved her off. “Not a problem. I’ll see you around!”

Waving, she watched the door close behind him. Then she waited a few more seconds just to be safe before jumping up and down in pure unadulterated excitement. Part of her still couldn’t believe how everything fell into place. In a few short weeks she had a job at a restaurant, a moderately cheap apartment thanks to Seungcheol, and a bright future ahead of her. It was a dream come true.

After nearly exhausting herself from bouncing off of the walls she decided it would be helpful if she began unpacking. She’d thank herself in the long run. Except what she considered unpacking was mostly her digging through boxes so she at least had her toothbrush and a fresh set of clothes for the morning. But that was enough in her mind. There was Chinese takeout down the street, a handful of pizza joints, she was set. Those boxes could wait for a few more days.

Once she was “unpacked” she thought it would be a great idea to introduce herself to the neighbors. She’d never had neighbors before, she had lived with her parents for most of her life. This was the first time she could proudly marched next door and say with confidence “I just moved in!” and somehow that further fuelled her excitement. As she practically skipped through the complex, knocking on everyone’s door and showing them her best smile, she didn’t think anything could bring her down. That was before she came full circle back to the person who lived right next door in 201.

“What?” Her neighbor grumbled, a young man with dark hair and leering eyes. “Whatever it is you’re selling I’m not interested.”

Momentarily stunned, she shook her head. “Oh no, I’m not selling anything. I’m your new neighbor!”

“And?” He asked. “I’m busy, get lost.”

When the door slammed in her face, she didn’t really know what to do. She just stood there, frozen in time, her chipper smile still plastered on her face. Never in all of her dreams had she accounted for grouchy neighbors. Granted she really should have, it wasn’t that farfetched of an idea, that didn’t mean it didn’t throw her off track. Feeling dejected she headed back to her apartment. She was still determined to make the best of her situation, and maybe she could get some help.

“You met Jihoon?” Seungcheol prompted when she called him about it. “I was hoping there’d be some time before that happened. He tends to leave a bad impression.”

“I can’t imagine why, he was pretty rude…” She mumbled, twirling the ends of her hair. “What’s his deal?”

Seungcheol sighed. “He’s not what I’d exactly refer to as a “people person”. Or a morning person now that I’m thinking about it. I’m the only person in the building he actually talks to and that’s because he has to. He has most everything delivered to his apartment and never really leaves. He just likes to be left alone.”

“That’s pretty unfortunate.” She muttered. “He doesn’t have any friends?”

He hesitated for a brief moment. “Not that I can think of. Most people in the complex think he’s a kid who lives with his mom. He’s only a year younger than us, isn’t that sad? It’s—it’s put him on the defensive. He hates it when people bring up his height.”

“I—” She started, thinking back to the split second she got to get a good look at Jihoon. “I didn’t even notice that he was short.”

“How could you not?” He asked in disbelief. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“Well I’m not exactly what one would refer to as “tall”, Cheol.” She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I should try talking to him again.”

Seungcheol laughed suddenly. “Hopefully this time will go better than the last.”

Her expression soured considerably. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Oh no I’m being sincere.” He reiterated. “This’ll be good for him. I’ve been trying to get him to come down to my place for drinks since I moved in and became the landlord but he always has some excuse why he can’t. Granted they’re good ones, he’s usually working. But still, I try. If there isn’t a purpose to what he’s doing he doesn’t want to do it.”

“So I basically won’t have any luck is what you’re saying.” She groaned in frustration, plopping down on the couch. “He’s not going to talk to me if he thinks I’m bothering him.”

“You’re—right. Shit.” He swore quietly. “Well—how about you bring him something? A present? Maybe he’ll open up if you bribe him.”

Leaning back, she snickered. “I don’t want to pay him into being a sociable human being.”

“Then I’m not going to be of any help to you at all.” He informed her. “I’m not what one would call an “upstanding citizen”.”

She chuckled underneath her breath. “Tell me something I don’t know, Cheol. What about—what about food! I can make him dinner when I have a night off!”

“That’s a pretty good idea!” He agreed. “Easiest way into anyone’s heart is through their stomach.”

“Do you know what he likes?” She asked, grabbing a pad of paper. “Or at least what he doesn’t like?”

“Well—” Seungcheol started reluctantly. “I can’t really speak for his tastes in detail. What I can tell you is that he never has spicy food delivered to his apartment. Usually pretty mild stuff, but he always gets rice with chicken. Always.”

Shaking her head, she quickly penned down the information. “Thanks, Seungcheol. At least you’re good for something.”

“Hey, I’m good for a lot of things.” He protested. “Like that time when there was a spider in your room and you woke me up in the middle of the night to come over and squish it.”

“Can you blame me? It was huge!” She exclaimed. “On what planet did you expect me to take care of that myself?”

“All I heard from that is that you admit that I’m useful.” He beamed with pride. “Speaking of which, I just remembered that Jihoon gets jjajangmyon every now and then. And maybe he likes to mix it with another sort of noodle but since I’m of no use to you I’ll keep that information to myself.”

She exhaled deeply in defeat. “Okay, you win. You’re very useful Cheol. So please tell me what Jihoon likes.”

“I was actually bluffing, I have no idea what he mixes it with.” He admitted haphazardly. “But that still counts for something, right?”

“Goodbye Choi Seungcheol.” She rolled her eyes for the hundredth time before hanging up the phone.

As much as her friend had an innate ability to get on her last nerve, he definitely offered her some top quality information. The next time she had a day off—Tuesday’s were her best bet—she’d make sure to stop by Jihoon’s apartment again, this time with food in tow. Her actions might’ve seemed odd, but she couldn’t explain why she simply wasn’t able to accept that she wasn’t going to get along with her new neighbor. Perhaps it was because the thought never crossed her stubbornly positive mind.

The following Tuesday she got right to work whipping up a batch of jjajangmyeon just like Seungcheol advised. It was simple enough, black bean noodles, no sweat, and cooking for Jihoon meant that she had something extra to gnaw on for the evening. Even if the ordeal went south she could still make the best out of a bad situation. That was perhaps her one superpower, finding silver linings no matter how grim or dire the scenario was.

After packaging up the dish and cleaning up her mess, all she had to do was knock.

“Jihoon, right?” She offered with her best smile when he opened the door. “I made some extra food and I was wondering if you wanted some?”

He eyed her suspiciously from the doorway, an expensive headset around his neck. “What is this?”

“It’s—it’s food!” She stammered slightly. “Do you not—”

“No.” He interrupted, narrowing his eyes into slits. “What is this? What’s your angle?”

“No angle, just a neighbor being friendly.” She beamed optimistically. “Plus, Seungcheol did mention that you like jjajangmyon and this is way too much for myself.”

Jihoon’s eyes widened subconsciously and he did his best to hide it. “O-oh. He did. Then—then I guess that’s fine. Jjajangmyon sounds—it sounds good.”

Success! “I’m glad it’s not going to waste. Thanks Jihoon.”

“N-no problem.” He muttered, bowing slightly. “Thank you for the food.”

“It’s no biggie.” She tried to reassure him. “Have a good evening!”

Nodding, he waved goodbye. “You too.”

This time when the door closed on apartment 201 she felt nothing short of triumphant. Grinning to herself she punched her fist into the air in celebration. What she was celebrating exactly was beyond her, but she was an excitable person at heart. Accomplishing a task, no matter how small, filled her with such immeasurable joy. And her work was far from over.

Every Tuesday for the next two months, without fail, she was knocking on Jihoon’s door. At first he still seemed skeptical, she could almost see the gears turning inside him head as he analyzed every single move she made. His brow would furrow in doubt, his hands would reluctantly take whatever she had to offer, and he would hesitantly close the door once their exchange was done. None of that bothered her because each time she visited that door would stay open longer and longer.

“Do you—” He started one day, a faint blush dusting across his cheeks. “Do you want to come in?”

At first she could’ve sworn that she misheard him. Because the alternative was, quite frankly, impossible. As well as absolutely absurd. And while she tried to determine what was truth and what was delusion, that left Jihoon standing before her fidgeting in place. Indecisiveness pursing at his lips and regret glinting in his eyes.

“Nevermind.” He mumbled. “Forget about it.”

“N-no! I want to!” She quickly informed him with a bit more exuberance than intended. “I mean—I’d love to, honestly. I just wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly.”

Slightly startled by her outburst is took him a moment before nodding slightly and beckoning her inside. “Come on in, sorry about the mess.”

Following behind him, she failed to notice anything she would constitute as messy. There wasn’t anything on the floor, the tables were clear apart from a couple of stray pieces of paper, even peering into the kitchen there wasn’t a single dirty dish in the sink. Jihoon’s apartment was practically pristine, especially in comparison to her own. Or Seungcheol’s, whose place was something straight out of a nightmare.

She shook her head after completely scanning the room. “If this is what you consider messy you do not want to see my apartment.”

Jihoon chuckled quietly. “Well—it’s messy for me. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, strawberry milk, soju—probably not soju. But that’s up to you.”

“Water’s fine.” She snickered, toeing off her shoes. “Have you lived here long? Seungcheol talks about you sometimes like you’ve been here for years.”

He paused briefly. “You—you talk about me?”

“Oh it’s nothing bad I swear!” She tried to reassure him. “I was just a little curious about my new neighbor, that’s all.”

“I—I see.” He said quietly as he put the jjajangmyon in the kitchen. “I’ve been living here since I started university. Seungcheol wasn’t my landlord back then.”

“So cool…” She found herself mumbling without meaning to. “How did you afford university and this apartment?”

Jihoon kept his back to her, scratching his neck. “I worked at—uhh—at a radio station in college. I was in charge of the music selections.”

“That’s amazing Jihoon!” She commended. “You’re such a hard worker, I’m jealous.”

“Yeah…” He agreed, clearing out his throat. “So—I’ve got some spicy ramyun noodles in here if—if you wanted to join me for—o-or rather—uhh—stay for dinner? Feel free to say no, I—I wouldn’t blame you.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“W-wow!” She exclaimed. “I’d—wow! That sounds heavenly! I’d love to!”

Eyeing her suspiciously, he pulled out another tupperware container from the fridge. “Are you always this chipper?”

A nervous laugh escaped her. “Y-yeah, kinda. I guess it’s sort of irritating, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t say that…” Jihoon muttered underneath his breath. “Just—different.”

“Different good or different bad?” She pressed eagerly.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but she could’ve sworn that Jihoon almost smirked.

“We’ll see.”

The next couple Tuesdays were almost carbon copies of that afternoon, he’d invite her in, they’d chat for a while, and she could feel Jihoon’s defenses chipping away. Progress was slow, but progress was progress and she’d take whatever she could get. Eventually, after a lot of persuasion, she even managed to talk Jihoon into having dinner with her and Seungcheol one night.

“As I live and breathe!” Seungcheol exasperated when he opened the door and saw Jihoon standing there. “For the longest time I thought you were allergic to the sun or something. Guess I lost that bet.”

“I’ve changed my mind, I’m not hungry.” Jihoon said suddenly, turning and heading back upstairs. “See you guys later.”

Seungcheol reached out for him, taking Jihoon by the arm and stopping him in his tracks. “Oh no you don’t, I didn’t make this dinner for you to bail on us.”

“You cooked dinner?” She challenged from the kitchen. “That’s news to me. If you cooked dinner then what am I doing right now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Seungcheol offered her an apologetic glance. “Being the best tenant a landlord could ever ask for?”

“And?” She prompted, cupping her hand around her ear. “What else?”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk. “And the best friend a man could ever want.”

“There we go.” She smiled triumphantly, returning her attention the hot skillet in front of her. “That sounds like a far more accurate statement.”

“You—” Jihoon started hesitantly. “You two are friends?”

“We’ve known each other since we were kids.” Seungcheol informed him. “Much to her distaste.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she laughed. “He’s not wrong, he’s been a pain in my ass for as long as I can remember.”

“Well that’s—” Jihoon began, clearing his throat. “At least you two seem to get along.”

“Barely!” She countered. “I’m only nice to him now because he rented me my apartment for dirt cheap.”

A jovial laugh bubbled past Seungcheol’s lips. “Surprisingly enough she’s right for once, she’s going to owe me one for the rest of her life.”

“O-oh.” Jihoon muttered. “I—I should really get back to my apartment I—I have some stuff I need to—to work on.”

From the kitchen she pointed her wooden at him threateningly. “Don’t you dare! I’ve slaved over this stove all day and by God above you’re going to enjoy what I’m about to serve you!”

Startled, he nodded slowly. “When you put it that way—I guess I can stay for a while.”

“That’s the spirit, Jihoon!” Seungcheol exclaimed, patting him on the back. “Do you want a beer? I’ve got plenty.”

“I’m not a big fan of alcohol.” He declined politely. “I’ll just—I’ll have some tea, if you have it.”

Seungcheol nodded. “Coming right up!”

She watched out of the corner of her eye as Seungcheol walked into the kitchen and pulled out a box of tea. “See? He’s not this grumpy old guy. He’s actually pretty sweet.”

“I don’t know about that.” He whispered. “Maybe he’s only sweet to you because I’m not seeing it.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned off the stove. “You’re also really oblivious from time to time, Cheol. Now go set the table. It’s time to eat.”

“You’re the best.” He grinned, hugging her around the shoulders quickly before doing as she instructed. “Let’s hope this food lives up to your grandeur!”

“It will.” Jihoon replied bluntly.

An awkward silence blanketed the room briefly until Seungcheol dissipated it with a laugh. “Oh that’s right, she’s been making you dinner every week! What a lucky guy!”

“Will you keep quiet for half a minute?” She groaned. “You’re starting to give me a headache.”

Seungcheol pouted at her. “Why are you always so mean to me…”

“Because you’re annoying!” She laughed, stirring her skillet one last time. “If you don’t get the table set in the next five minutes Jihoon and I are going to be enjoying this meal all by ourselves!”

“Yes ma’am!” Seungcheol saluted. “One set table coming right up!”

“I’ll help.” Jihoon piped in, following Seungcheol. “It’s the least I can do.”

Her heart warmed slightly at his kindness. “That’s so nice of you Jihoon, but you don’t have to. You’re a guest here, let Seungcheol do all of the work.”

“Hey, let the man speak for himself!” Seungcheol protested. “If he wants to help then let him help.”

“Lazy good for nothing.” She mumbled underneath her breath. “You’re lucky I like you!”

Once the table was set and the two were done bickering like an old married couple, they finally sat down to eat. Seungcheol helped himself, as always, plating enough food for two people and grinning from ear to ear. She had to resist rolling her eyes, they were getting sore from doing it so often and the night was still fairly young.

“So what do you do, Jihoon?” Seungcheol asked once they had started eating. “You’ve changed jobs recently, right?”

Jihoon levelled him a disbelieving look. “I emailed you about it months ago.”

“You guys know better than anyone that the wi-fi in this building is pure shit.” He scoffed in response. “I check my email probably twice a year.”

“Oh, we’re aware.” She confirmed, flicking a cob of baby corn at him. “Maybe you should, I don’t know, upgrade the internet plan so an entire complex isn’t sharing a router meant for a single family!”

“I’ve been thinking about it…” Seungcheol mumbled. “But ever since Mingyu moved out there isn’t anyone on the lot that knows how to deal with all that electrical shit.”

She couldn��t believe what she was hearing. “Electrical shit—all it takes is a phone call!”

“He needs to get a new modem too.” Jihoon interjected calmly. “New routers, new wiring, I can help with that. It’s not that hard.”

“You’re in music production, right?” She asked, remembering him mentioning it once upon a time. “How the hell are you managing with this shitty connection?”

Jihoon chuckled quietly. “I don’t even use the internet here, I have my own.”

“Well shit…” Seungcheol whistled, obviously impressed. “What’s your password?”

Narrowing her eyes, she kicked Seungcheol underneath the table. “You really are rude sometimes, you know that?”

“I’m the rude one?” He protested, nursing his injured shin. “You keep hitting me in my house! You’re my guest!”

She pointed ignored him and turned her attention back to Jihoon. “How’s that project coming along? The song you were writing?”

Blushing ever so slightly, he nibbled on his lower lip. “I mean it’s—it’s getting there.”

“Why do you sound so unsure about that?” She teased. “You’re the maestro.”

Jihoon stared down at his hands in embarrassment. “I’m just—I’m surprised you remembered…”

“I have a great memory.” She smiled proudly. “Concerning important things, anyway.”

“You have a what?” Seungcheol sputtered in disbelief. “Now that is a bold faced lie.”

“No one asked you Choi Seungcheol.” She stated. “Were you even invited into this conversation?”

He pointed his chopsticks at her, leering suspiciously. “You better watch yourself young lady or your security deposit is going to be used to buy me a hot tub!”

“Is that so?” She challenged. “Then maybe I should show everyone in the complex that video you sent me back in grade school. The one where you serenaded me, professed your love, and asked me to marry you!”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened in fear. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“That video doesn’t exist anymore! I deleted it!”

“But I didn’t.”

While they continued on and on throughout dinner neither of them noticed how Jihoon retreated into himself. He became quieter and quieter as the night went on, offering almost little to no input in the conversation. Perhaps he was shy or uncomfortable, but was practically silent until he said his farewells and returned to his apartment. His eyes lingering on her just a second longer than necessary, yet not long enough to make her question it.

“I think he likes you.” Seungcheol said once Jihoon was gone. “Like—a lot.”

She elbowed him in the ribs. “Stop making shit up, we’re not kids anymore, it’s not funny.”

“I’m serious!” He persisted with a laugh. “I’ve never seen him act like that around anybody! He was—he was practically nice.”

“Jihoon is a really nice guy once you get to know him.” She stated. “Just because you refuse to believe that he isn’t your grumpy 201 tenant doesn’t mean I have to listen to you. I can form my own opinions, you know.”

“Oh I know.” He scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “They tend to be pretty loud too.”

She glowered at him maliciously. “I’m about to leave and make you clean up this whole mess by yourself.”

Seungcheol snickered as he started washing the dishes. “In all seriousness, Jihoon is a completely different person when you’re around. You mark my words, things are about to get interesting around here.”

Jihoon didn’t come to the door the following Tuesday, or the one after that. Each time she stopped by there was a sticky note taped to the door handle with a simple message written on it apologizing for not being home. Or he was asking not to be disturbed. Both legitimate reasons why he didn’t answer her persistent knocks, but she couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that racked her body day and night. She was worried about Jihoon, wondering what was going on in his life.

A whole month passed before she even caught a glimpse of Jihoon again and it was down in the laundry room. He had his earbuds in, he didn’t even know she was there, she could’ve easily cornered him. But—she was glad that she didn’t. Something told her to stay put, to stay out of sight, and she was eternally grateful for it. Because Seungcheol came up next to him only seconds later, and what she overheard in the following moments was enough to make her heart sing.

“What’re you up to, Jihoon.” Seungcheol sighed. “It’s been weeks, you’re starting to worry us.”

“I’ve been busy.” He tried to deflect. “Sorry for being such a bother.”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “You’ve been holed up in your apartment for days. This is the first time you’ve left in a long time. I have no idea what you’re playing at, but it’s not working.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jihoon muttered in response, pulling his clothes out of the dryer. “I’m not up to anything.”

Seungcheol wasn’t buying it. “Give it up. I know you like her it’s obvious.”

“I don’t.”

“Stop lying to yourself kid!” Seungcheol groaned loudly. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, don’t think I didn’t notice how you were acting at dinner that one time. You got to be missing her! Why are you torturing yourself! Just tell her how you feel!”

“Why the hell would I do that?” Jihoon gritted angrily through his teeth. “She obviously likes you!”

Seungcheol burst out laughing. “Wait—what? You think that she likes me? She hates me!”

“That’s how girls are, right?” He asked. “They pick on the guys they like! She’s so—nice to me. She probably thinks of me like a kid brother like everyone else…”

“She thinks I’m her kid brother.” Seungcheol snorted. “That’s why we’re like that. Trust me, she’s not interested at all.”

Jihoon was quiet for a moment, placing his hands on the dryer. “I don’t—I don’t have a lot of—ex-experience with girls. What if—what if she doesn’t like me back? I don’t—I can’t—”

“Listen to me, Jihoon.” Seungcheol started, taking him by the shoulders. “I’ve known her for most of my life, I know her better than most people ever will. So I implore you to tell her how you feel, because she definitely likes you back.”

I need to get out of here. She surmised after her knees started to shake. I need to run!

“Well—” Jihoon hesitated. “If you’re 100% sure—”

“I am.”

“Okay, then how should I tell her?”

Seungcheol sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I might know her best as a friend, but you two speak your own language. I can’t help you out there, kiddo. Sorry.”

Move!

Before either of them had a chance to see her, she was making a mad dash for the stairs. She had no idea that Jihoon liked her. And, if she was being completely honest with herself, she hadn’t realized that she shared the same feelings. Jihoon was—so different, so strange, but so undeniably sweet and kind. The few times she spent over at his apartment made her painfully aware that Lee Jihoon was more than the grumpy façade he wore to protect himself. She was eager to see why more she could learn about her mysterious neighbor.

Even with Seungcheol’s interference, Jihoon still didn’t approach her in the following week. Despite Seungcheol’s advise, he stayed away. It was driving her absolutely insane. Each day she wondered if today was the day, would he show up at her apartment and confess? Would he have her meet him somewhere private and romantic? Realistically she knew that would never happen. But the longer it took for him to show himself the more ridiculous her theories got. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait much longer.

When he showed up, it was a Tuesday.

Due to Jihoon’s absence she had picked up a shift on her usual day off. She left the house at around noon and didn’t get back until almost midnight. She was slowly making her way up the steps, digging around in her purse for her keys, when she almost tripped at the landing. There was something in the way, something heavy. Looking around in confusion, she was startled to see Jihoon asleep at the top of the stairs.

“Ji-Jihoon?” She stammered, kneeling down and shaking him slightly. “Jihoon? You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here all night.”

Grumbling, he peaked through his tired lids before drifting off again.

She laughed quietly. “Oh no you don’t, time to wake up mister.”

Still he only grumbled in response.

“C’mon, Jihoon.” She persisted. “Wakey wakey!”

Finally he stirred, stretching his arms out to the side. “Ugh, what time is it?”

She checked her watch. “A few minutes before midnight. How long have you been out here?”

“Since six…” He muttered, yawning loudly.

“What? Why?” She laughed in disbelief. “Have you finally gone completely bananas?”

He sat up a bit straighter, his dark eyes swimming with something she couldn’t place. “I—I wanted to tell you something. So I—I waited—I didn’t—I didn’t want to miss you.”

She shook her head at his foolishness as she sat beside him. “What was so important that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well it’s Tuesday, right?” He asked sluggishly. “It wouldn’t be as meaningful if it was a Wednesday.”

For some reason that made her heart race.

“Sorry, I picked up a shift tonight.” She halfway explained. “I didn’t think—I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you tonight.”

“That’s my fault…” He admitted, slightly ashamed. “I’m—I’m sorry. But I—I wanted to—to make it up to you at least…”

“What’re you—” She started in confusion, noticing the container of noodle sitting beside him. “Oh my God. did you—did you really—”

He nodded. “Y-yeah. I just wanted an excuse to—to talk to you.”

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me, Jihoon.” She informed him. “So—what is it that you want to say?”

He eyed her cautiously, he had his lower lip between his teeth. “Honestly I—I had this whole speech planned out but what the gist was—what—what I’m trying to say is that—well I—you know—what I wanted to tell you—I wanted—wanted you to know that—that I—I really like—”

The suspense was killing her.

“I just—” He tried again. “I—I really like Tuesdays. It’s probably my favorite day of the week.”

At Jihoon’s sudden statement, her heart started racing even faster. “I—I like Tuesdays too.”

“You—you do?” He asked as if her response was completely unheard of. “Does—does that mean—”

“That I feel the same way you do?” She finished coyly. “I—I do, I really do. I—I really like Tuesdays.”

Looking up at her, he offered her a sleepy yet blissful smirk. “That’s good… I’m glad…”

As Jihoon drifted off again, his head lulling to the side and resting on her shoulder, she had never been happier in her whole life. Her heart had swelled to probably five times its normal size and she found herself reaching for his hand subconsciously. It was an odd confession, one she didn’t expect, and one someone else would’ve surely missed or misunderstood. But for them it was all that needed to be said.

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salut ellie! someone once asked you about your writing and you recommended falling in love with language and finding ways of writing you love. i was wondering, what books and/or writing styles are you in love with? it's just so interesting to know what somehow had an impact on the way you're writing bc i honestly adore your style

wow do you remember that ? that is such a flattering question oh my god. well, i’m still working on it. some of my favorites are (i’m very eclectic lmao) : 

- His Dark Materials (it’s a fantasy book series ‘for kids’ but it’s actually insanely deep and philosophic) is pretty much the first book series that made me fall in love with stories, and made me want to write. I think I found it when I was 10, and it completely shaped me. It’s so ambitious and clever, it never talks down to the reader, brings up those amazing worlds and philosophical concepts and is still accessible to kids. Most of all it is so committed to atmosphere, to making it vivid, to really make you go through what the characters are. I’m thinking of it and I can remember exactly certain passages in an almost sensory way : the witch Serafina Pekkala describing what it feels like to feel the Aurora Borealis on her bare skin as she is flying through the arctic. The polar bear Iorek giving Lyra frozen moss to help bandage his wounds after a battle. The grilled poppy heads that the Jordan College scholars at Oxford eat during a meeting. The little Gallivespians on their dragonflies and the way the sun reflects off their poisonous spurs. That’s how you make a story stick ; that’s how you can put in deep stuff without ever making it boring. I am so excited they’re making a tv series because that shit deserves some recognition. And I mean the whole plot about the importance of stories, free will, the horror of religious fundamentalism....always relevant. Philip Pullman’s stuff is great in general, I love his Sally Lockhart series, which is more adult and adventure focused, and is a great deal of fun. And of course, the sequel to HDM he’s been putting out recently. 

- I spent a lot of my teen years reading either crime novels or historical novels. (When I think of some of the stuff I read when I was 13 I’m like oh my god what were my parents doing lmao some of that was really horrible.) And I think it gave me a good feeling for suspense and setting, and how important tension is. One of my all time faves is Andrea Japp. She is a French writer who does mostly crime, involving complex/monstrous woman characters and a very sensory, poetic approach to language, often involving food, plants and poisons. My favorite by her is the “Season of the Beast”/Agnès de Souarcy chronicles, which is a crime series set in medieval times, with a cool independent lady at its core, crimes in a monastery, and this very gloomy end of times vibe that I love. I also read a lot of Scandi Noir stuff, I love the kind of ...laconic approach to life. And again : vibe. Vibe is so important. And Sherlock Holmes stories. I love the Mary Russell series that take place in that universe and are basically a big Mary Sue self insert guilty pleasure but are just. So much fun. 

- I like poetry a lot - not stuff that is too wordy, but something short, sharp and vivid. i think reading poetry is essential to feeding your inner ‘metaphor culture’. I love Mary Oliver. Rimbaud, too, that I read at 17 and rocked my world. One of my underrated faves is  Hồ Xuân Hương, a Vietnamese poet from the 18th century who was adept at using nature metaphors to hide both erotic stuff, irreverent jokes, and political criticism, and correspond with all the great scholars of her time under a pseudonym. Badass.  Recently I bought ‘Soft Science’ by Franny Choi, which is about cyborgs, having a female body, emotions and politics and it’s absolutely brilliant. 

- I love reading fairy tales, too. Currently reading (i always read a lot of books at once lol) Angela Carter’s Book of Fairy Tales, basically fairy tales for grown ups, collected from folklore all over the world, with an amazing kind of gruesome humor and wisdom. Norse mythology is also so damn funny. That one bit with Thor dressing up as a bride or Loki’s shenanigans...amazing. And I like fantasy, I find it very soothing to read for some reason, my fave has to be Robin Hobb and her Realm of the Elderlings series. And Terry Pratchett, especially the series with Death or the Witches. Just brilliant. Neil Gaiman too. 

- I tend to be very impatient when it comes to literary fiction, I find a lot of it is self-indulgent, dreary. I’m a genre reader through and through, I need to be amazed. I loved ‘the Elegance of the Hedgehog’ by Muriel Barbery though. Some stuff by Amélie Nothomb, Virginie Despentes occasionally (they’re French writers with a very dark, wry approach to life, tho the first is more polished acid and the second very punk rock). And ‘Special Topics in Calamity Physics’ by Marisha Pessl is pretentious as hell but a lot of fun, if you like dark academia. Salman Rushdie has a way with language that is amazing. 

- I read a lot of non-fiction. At the moment : the Cabaret of Plants (about the symbolic/socio historical meaning of plants and how they shaped history) by Richard Mabey and ‘Feminist Fight Club’ by Jessica Bennett. One I absolutely love is ‘the Botany of Desire’ by Michael Pollan in which he traces the history of four plant species (apple, potato, cannabis, tulip) and how they impacted us as much as we impacted them. I was obsessed with plants for most of my life as you can see lol (my mother is a herbalist and I wanted to become a botanist for quite a while.). Also philosophy/anthropology in little bits. I love Tim Ingold. Things about witches. Anything by Rebecca Solnit is incredible. 

- I’ve been reading a lot of YA recently, because it’s fun and quick and keeps me reading, and has a lot of good female characters. Big fave recently : Jane Unlimited by Kristin Cashore. It’s about a young bisexual woman who’s grieving and comes to this weird house full of doors, each of which leads to a different path in life, and we follow her through each choice she can potentially make, each of one becomes a different genre of story : creepy ghost story, spy story, sci-fi, cute romance, etc. It’s so innovative and it’s a story that is also bisexual culture at its core. Also I absolutely love love love love love (etc forever) the Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater. What she does with language is just so cool, because she stays simple and efficient but uses her metaphors in such a fulgurant, vivid way. Some of her lines are just. bam! genius. #goals. Also Ronan Lynch is probably THE character that helped me the most with my coming out. He’s one of my forever faves.  Of course Harry Potter, lmao, I was of the generation that pretty much grew up with him, the last book came out when I was 17. JK Rowling really should just stop rn. But I learned so much from those, about the importance of making your story feel like home, and having a clear emotional journey. And Harry is such a sarcastic little shit, I love him. And I love a Series of Unfortunate Events too, the darkly funny tone of it, the celebration of knowledge and resilience. 

- I think in terms of the classics (I had to read in school lmao), I do like Victor Hugo a lot even though some of his stuff just doesn’t fucking stop. I also like Balzac and his Comédie Humaine, he’s very observant, mean and funny when it comes to people (even though it’s depressing.) Colette is my grandma’s fave writer and she is a rockstar, I love her (also hella bi culture). Jane Austen is great, I read Pride and Prejudice in one night straight, I was so hooked. Love Jane Eyre too. I read On the Road by Jack Kerouac while hopped up on opioid pain killers and that’s probably the only way to appreciate it, but it did mark me.  

- But to be completely fucking candid, I probably read the most fanfic nowadays still. Esp since I got to college, I need to unwind when I read, and having characters you already know can be so comforting. Now, of course, there’s a lot of fanfic that is just fluff (nothing wrong with that) but I honestly really believe in the literary value of fanfic. Because some of that shit simply just really slaps and is well written. But also as a genre on its own : you just simply don’t get so much emotional nuance, and depth in most other things. Because these are characters we already know and the writers are not afraid to be self-indulgent and plot is secondary, we see shades of things that we never see anywhere else, we see relationships developping in the small things and wow that shit is breathtaking, bro, sometimes. The art of infinite variation on a theme. Even though a lot of fic writers could use a bit of stricter editing, and do stuff a bit too many unnecessary details in here, so does Victor Hugo soooooooo....

lol i could go on forever. i love book soooo much. uni kinda killed my reading appetite, I used to read several books a week when I was in middle school. hope i can get back there (although maybe not as much bc i have a life now lol.) but thinking about everything i have yet to read makes me sooooo happy. I want to get more into sci-fi, English lit classics. Basically I like stuff that’s witty, dark, political, hedonistic, with dry humor, but a warm heart. Stories that celebrate knowledge, curiosity and human weirdness. And that gets to the point. When I get bored by a book, I put it down, because I just don’t have the time. I also hate writers where you can tell that they think they’re better than other people. Misanthropy is boring. Thank you for this question anon I had a blast

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