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wild one pt two | stranger things ; g.emerson

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CHAPTERS ;

one can be found by clicking. masterlist of other ST things can be found here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

Okay so look.. We're not talking about how I went veering into badgirl!popular/cheerleader territory with reader. We're not, lmao. I'm also still not ignoring my thousand other wips, I swear. This just came to me and I thought what the hell, why not. So, here we are.

You guys literally made my morning, you have no idea. All the comments / reblogs + reblogs with tags / the likes, you name it. I really didn't think about anything outside of getting this idea out of my head and you guys blew me away, ughhhh. I love you all so fucking much and you truly don't know what your interactions with my bullshit mean to me, I can't even begin to express it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers don't mix. Or do they?

aka, you're a cheerleader. not your typical one, but the fact remains. he's a drummer, one of the freaks. and yet somehow, you keep circling back to each other. how's this gonna go, I wonder?

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Cheerleader/Popular!Bad Girl reader.

{ beyond clothing descriptions and the knowledge that reader has female organs + the personality stuff I can't stop adding in, reader is mostly a blank slate. have fun with it. }

WARNINGS;

jason carver + his friends existing, body image / self esteem issues, angst, swearing, bullying / teenagers being shitheads within their own circle of friends, a bra is mentioned, holy shit reader and Gare are awkward angsty little stubborn shits and i live for it, for this chapter, that's it.

TAGLIST;

The only people on my taglist for Stranger Things currently are listed below. If you’d like to be and you aren’t, please go add yourself via the link at the very top of the post.

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OTHER STUFF;

Okay, first of all, this is just another slice of life type thing.. and also, look.. loook.. so my undying need to give Billy growth of some kind won out here. I mention that Susan threw Neil out. And I'm going off that to further say that maybe Billy stuck around a while, graduated and then got the hell out of town. BUT.. before he did, he kind of had time and space away from Neil's influence to realize that maybe he was becoming his father and he didn't want to be. He's still gonna seem to be an asshole, but just.. slightly less / more accepting of people. Since the Upside Down / Vecna and the other stuff that traumatizes every single one of these poor kids doesn't exist in most of my writings, Starcourt still exists, Jim and Joyce took the fam to California to celebrate their wedding or something and are back and naturally, nobody will be dying in this. JSYK more importantly, Gareth and Jeff have been aged to 18 so that the gang will all graduate together. Nobody is underage (except the actual kiddos but this is more about Gareth/reader with a side of Max) so we're all good.

“What are we even doing here?” Gareth grumbles as the four of them make their way over from where they’d parked in front of the diner to the park where the Fourth of July carnival was in full swing. The deafening sound of Motley Crue nearby and screeching brakes had the four friends sharing a look and glancing in the general direction of the sound.

You’re swearing up a storm and pulling at the handle on your door but the damn thing is stuck again. Emma’s already gotten out and she’s using the mirror on the passenger side to primp as Max and Lucas attempt to help you unstick your door. “I keep telling her Lucas, this car is literally Christine. Remember last week when it just quit and we all had to walk in the rain?”

“Hey, maybe if you try to wiggle the handle when you pull…” Lucas suggests. You try but it’s not budging.

“Jesus christ, just go out the window, trouble! Patrick is waiting!” Emma’s impatient, practically bouncing on her feet and ready to get her date started. You glance over at her and laugh. “Oh my godddd, go then, Em! Don’t keep your guy waiting or whatever cos this car is a demon straight from the pits of hell tonight!” you’re waving her off.

Eddie chuckles and rubs his chin. “That car’s possessed.” he muses.

Grant snickers quietly, “Her temper kind of reminds me of someone else’s…” and as he says this, his eyes fix on Gareth.

“Wasn’t she walking away from it while flipping it the bird that day it rained last week?” Jeff chuckles and shakes his head. Eddie laughs and nods. “Mhm.”

Inside the car, Max is torn between laughter and concern. “Okay, look. The windows are down. Just climb out. Before you break your hand.” she grimaces as you hit the door one more time and try to yank the handle a little more. "Stupid fucking piece of shit, oh my god, c'mon!" you grumble in frustration as you pinch the bridge of your nose and blow at falling hair “I’m gonna push this motherfucker over the quarry, I swear to God. It’s coming, ugh. C’mon you piece of shit! Open!” you proclaim, pulling harder on the handle, beyond agitated now.

Emma’s gone ahead already and the second you see Andy glancing your way, you groan inwardly. Not today, Satan.” you grumble as you hoist yourself up and climb out the window of the car. Lucas does the same over on the passenger side, pulling Max out after he’s steady.

And just like clockwork, Andy’s clearing his throat when you finish giving your hair a tousle and checking your pockets to make sure you have everything you need so you don’t have to walk back over from the carnival.

“Hey.” Andy’s eyes roam over you slowly. Almost lingering long enough to be lewd when they settle on your tits and it’s to a point where you clear your throat while rolling your eyes just to get him looking up at your actual face. Everything about the way he’s looking at you makes you really uncomfortable, but true to form, Andy doesn’t seem to pick up on it. If he does, he doesn’t care because like the rest of the jocks at Hawkins High, he’s used to getting exactly what he wants.

“Bye.” you retort, biting your lip. “As you can see, ape,the problem is solved. There’s uh, nothing to see here, no sense in hanging around.” you’re trying to get rid of him but he doesn’t seem willing to get the hint. Thank God for Max and Lucas, because they wander over and clear their throats. You use their appearance to your advantage and hurry away. “Gotta go, uh.. We’re going to the midway or something.” and you grab hold of your stepsister’s elbow, the two of you hauling ass away in such a hurry that the three of you wind up colliding with the four members of Corroded Coffin. More to the point, you wind up colliding with Gareth and the two of you topple over. You raise up, straddling his hips and you can feel yourself turning red and hot all over. Gareth realizes that his hands are on your hips and flustered, he moves them off real quick.

“Uh..” your hand catches in your hair as you extract yourself from his body reluctantly, “Sorry.”

Gareth looks like he’s glaring at you and all you can think is that this is just awesome, just great. Now you can add nearly crushing the poor guy with your body right to the bottom of the list under covering him in cake flavored vomit back in seventh grade.

Jeff clears his throat and gives Gareth a look to clue him into the fact that his facial expression is maybe not the best choice for the current situation and Gareth wants to die right then and there because he realizes that he’s scowling at you. You hold out a hand to Gareth to attempt pulling him up and he honestly wants to grab hold of your hand but that stubborn need to not look like a little bitch and pull himself up off the ground wins out and he pulls himself up and as soon as he realizes what he’s done -and what you possibly think now because of it, he wants to punch himself in the face for it.

You linger for a second or two. “You’re uh… I didn’t hurt you, right?” you ask quietly, swallowing hard as you look him over in concern. Trying not to focus too hard on his eyes and how angry he looks or how embarrassed you are, or how up close, his lips look even more tempting somehow.

But you’re assuming that you’ve blown it all over again and given that your father and stepmother live in a trailer park, the option to buy a deserted island and live out your dying days is not available to you. ,, Guess it’s back to avoiding him at all costs.” the thought comes and it makes you frown just slightly. Sadly. You plaster on a weak smile as soon as you feel it form though, and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together. “Sorry. I’m.. Gonna go now. Yeah..” you hurry away before he even manages to get one single word out.

And as you disappear into the crowd on the midway with Lucas and Max flanking either side of you, Gareth turns and immediately kicks the nearest garbage bin to him as he swears out loud about the whole mess that just turned into.

Eddie would’ve laughed, but he could look at his best friend and just tell that Gareth was torn up real bad about the way that all just transpired, so when Jeff is about to open his mouth, he nudges him and shakes his head no quietly. Jeff nods in agreement and Grant leans in, whispering to the two of them, “He really shook her up. That’s the first time I’ve seen her actually get flustered since at least 6th grade.”

“Yeah, he won’t believe that, buddy. Still thinks the whole reason she vomited all over him that one night was because she wound up getting sent to the closet with him on the spin.” Jeff explains calmly. Eddie snickers quietly, “Y’know how he is, man.”

“Yeah, and sometimes, it doesn’t do him any favors.” Jeff responds with Grant nodding in agreement. “Agreed.”

You’re standing in line for the Gravitron when you spot Gareth walking past, your neighbor Eddie and their other two friends Grant and Jeff in tow. You quickly face the front and you bump against Max as you do it. She snickers quietly. “Are you okay? You were really flustered back there.”

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s fine, everything is fine. I was just born to a father too fuckin poor to buy me a private island to go die on, that’s all.” you laugh, gazing at the ride as it spins while twisting some messy strands of hair around your finger. “Guess it’s back to avoid at all costs.”

Max laughs and shrugs. “Or.. you could just ya know… Play the whole thing off.”

Lucas chuckles quietly. “He wasn’t mad. Gareth’s just got an angry face sometimes. He doesn’t even realize when he’s doing it.”

“Oh trust me. He looked mad. If he wasn’t, he was probably annoyed because my fat ass was probably crushing him or something.”

Lucas almost tells you that he’s at least fifty percent sure that’s not the case, but he knows how stubborn you are by now. So instead, when he catches sight of Will,Mike and Eleven, with Dustin in tow, he waves them over.

“Guys, this is ____.”

“Call her trouble though. Everybody else does.” Max smiles at her friends, “She’s my new stepsister.”

You smile at the group of teenagers and laugh. “I don’t bite.”

Will gives you a weak smile and nods. “Hey.”

Mike’s gaping at Max. “Isn’t she a cheerleader?” he questions, wary and tense as he gazes over at you when you’ve turned your attention back to the ride you’re all in line for. “Why isn’t she with her friends right now?” he’s only asking because he’s worried, because he’s not even an official freshman yet and already, the taunts and the teasing and the bullshit from the jocks have started towards him, his best friends Will and Dustin and his girlfriend Eleven.

Max rolls her eyes at Mike. “Would you relax? She hates them. I mean, except for Emma. Maybe that girl Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Hey. I’m Dustin Henderson.” Dustin smiles at you and you smile back. “I think I babysat you a few years ago, kid.” Dustin laughs and nods. “Wait, yeah. I remember now. The blanket fort.” and you grin, giving him a thumbs up.

Eleven smiles at you. “It’s nice to meet you. Max talked about you a lot when she called or wrote this summer.”

You smile back at the other girl and nod. “She talked about you nonstop. How was California? I bet it was fun, right?”

“It wasn’t too bad. I think Jim was ready to get back here, he said he’d gotten enough sand in places it shouldn’t be for the rest of his life.” Eleven laughs and you smile at her, nodding. “Yeah, my dad took me to this big race day or something when I was little. Kinda hated the beach because of all the sand.” you shrug.

The line inches forward and you find yourself getting pulled into the conversation happening between Max and her friends.

And then you spot Caroline and some of the other cheerleaders wandering down the midway. “Fucking hell. It’s too early in the night for them. C’mon ground, open up a portal? I’ll even take one to hell right now…” you rub the bridge of your nose. Luckily, Max has just enough friends that with all of them standing around you, Caroline and the two other girls flanking her walk right past without even noticing you.

“If you hate them so much, why not just quit?” Mike’s gazing at you, curious.

“Because quitting means they win, kid. Quitting proves that they’re all right about me and I am trash. I’m too petty.” you explain, giving a shrug.

The ride’s ready to board and you step on. Seeing one or two others do it, you get curious.

“Don’t think about it.” Max hisses.

“Oh come on!” you grin as you do a handstand and press yourself back against the wall, “Gravity will hold me up.”

“Okay, well.. When you puke everywhere, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Max gives a mild shrug as she and Lucas take the two spots next to you.

Across the ride, Eleven mouths to Max, “Is she crazy?” and all Max can do is shrug because sometimes, she does wonder.

The ride comes to an end and you stumble off and right into Emma, who is cozied up to Patrick and carrying the biggest stuffed panther you’ve ever seen before. You pout a little, but you smile at Patrick. “Hurt her and I’m coming for your knees, dude.”

Patrick chuckles. And spotting Lucas as he exits the ride, he grins and makes his way over. “Worked on that jumpshot yet, kid?”

Lucas nods.

Max nudges you and nods to the cotton candy stand across the midway, laughing when you freeze because Gareth and his friends are sitting at a picnic table eating nachos. “I feel like cotton candy. C’mon.”

“Oh no. Nope. Not a chance. I’ll give you the money and let you go, though.”

Max grabs hold of your arm and she’s practically dragging you towards the vendor. You’re laughing but also as you pass the table Gareth is sitting at, you’re painfully aware that he’s sitting there.

And despite trying your best not to, you glance back because you hear him laugh about something and it catches your attention.

“Ya know, it’s not that hard to just make the first move. I did with Lucas.”

You laugh but the laughter dies away the second you realize she’s being serious. You shake your head. “Oh no. Nope. Absolutely not. Every single time I try to even breathe near the guy, I go and fuck up, do something stupid.”

Max laughs quietly. “Y’know… when my mom met your dad I was scared. Because Neil and Billy, they..” she rubs her forehead and you nod because you know where she’s going. “Yeah. I know.” you mumble quietly. “How was he when you talked to him last time?” you ask quietly.

“Happy to be back in California. Relieved to be away from Neil too. He’s happier, it’s like he’s a total different person. He said he thought about coming to visit around Thanksgiving and he actually talked to my mom for two hours.” Max admits, managing a weak smile. “Maybe Mom throwing Neil out gave him the courage to do it too.”

“Maybe it did.” you answer, smiling.

Max speaks up after a quick glance around reveals that Gareth was staring right at you and turned away only after he realizes that she’d caught him doing it. “Ooh.” Max laughs as she leans into you a little, “he was looking at you.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Nice try, Max. It’s not happening.” you sigh a little, glancing back but so quick you could’ve easily given yourself whiplash when you turn your head to look back at the stall you stand in front of instead. “Nope. I honestly think he hates me. I mean, to be fair, I can’t blame the guy. First I barf on him then I go and try to crush him.”

Max raises a brow. “You? Crush him? You realize he’s brawnier and a little taller than you, right? I doubt you crushed him.”

You shrug. Because all you ever hear from the coach of your squad and Caroline is that you’re too thick, you need to cut back. This and that and if you were even slightly less confident in your body like some girls your age, you’re pretty sure it would live in your head rent free. And sometimes, on a bad day, it does. But you try not to let it get to you.

Caroline spots you and she gives you a disappointed look because of where you happen to be standing when she wanders up to you. “I thought you were cutting out sugar?” she nods to the cotton candy stand.

“I never said I would… Mother.” you roll your eyes and take a big bite of the cotton candy as soon as the vendor inside the stall hands it to you. Caroline’s eyes settle on your Motley Crue t-shirt and your cut offs and the black motorcycle boots and she wrinkles her nose. “We have got to take you shopping at Starcourt soon. Can’t have you roaming the hallway like some grungy little whore when school starts back again.”

Max tenses and glares up at the older girl. Every part of her wants to say something but she doesn’t because she knows you well enough to know that you won’t hesitate to handle it.

You’re doing the same and you smirk. “Ya know… Maybe I prefer the grungy whore look. Maybe that’s just me.”

Caroline snorts in annoyance. Steps closer and smirks. “You do realize if you weren’t so flexible and so good at most of the stunts, you’d have already been off the team, right? You’re an image problem. Your skills and Chrissy, bless her sweet heart.. They’re the only things holding you at the top.”

“Oh really now.” you purr, stepping closer, smirking as you laugh softly. “Sweetheart.. What the hell makes you think I give a shit to start with, hm? The only reason I haven’t quit is Em and Chris. I promised them I wouldn’t quit way back in 9th grade. Sides,” you laugh and twirl hair around your finger as you glare at her calmly, “I like making the rest of you miserable bitches squirm.”

“Are you ready to go, Max?” you ask your stepsister as you shove past Caroline and you do it hard enough she stumbles back a little and you storm away.

Max is laughing and the two of you high-five as you stop within earshot of the table that Gareth and his friends happen to be sitting at. “I swear to God, Max..One day she’s gonna catch me in the wrong mood and I’m going to strangle her bare-handed.” you’re fuming a little as you glare at Caroline’s turned back. Max nods. “Her sister is just as bad. Maybe worse. She was trying to pick on Eleven at the roller rink last year.”

“Yeah, let her try that shit, any of them, truth be told. Let any of them try that shit when you guys are around me. They can honestly all go fuck themselves.” you grumble and take a few deep breaths as you toss the empty paper roll that held your cotton candy into the garbage. “C’mon. Let’s go back over. See what everyone else is doing, huh?”

Max nods and the two of you walk away.

Gareth glares at Caroline Owens turned back. Rolling his eyes. “Miserable bitch. She’s on somebody’s case about anything when her nose looks like an actual bird beak?” he’s ranting, he’s irritated by it and he’s not bothering to hide it. Eddie snickers and Jeff nudges Eddie. “I told you he still liked her, man.”

Gareth glares at the two of them. “I don’t. It’s just fucking stupid.”

“Mhm. And what was that two minute rant just now, Emerson?” Grant questions as he finishes off the nachos he’d gotten himself.

Gareth shrugs, goes quiet. “Nothing. It just pisses me the fuck off.”

“Mhm, right.” Jeff teases, but it’s gentler. Because he’s still remembering their talk out in Gareth’s garage earlier that afternoon. The one where he admitted that maybe he still liked her but then he immediately went on to list off every single reason why that wasn’t a good idea. And Jeff knows that right now, there’s a lot going on in his best friend’s head.

You make your way down the midway with Max and her friends because they’ve decided to tag along with her and Lucas and as soon as you spot Andy and Jason, you grumble. You give Chrissy a sweet smile and wave. And as the three of them wander over, you grumble under your breath even more about Andy and Jason.

It’s Lucas’ idea to just get in line for the bumper cars since that line is the shortest. So you all get in line for it and somehow, this doesn’t deter Andy or Jason from wandering over.

“Given any thought to what I suggested this afternoon?” Jason’s flashing that megawatt grin. Chrissy mouths an apology to you and speaks up quietly. “If she doesn’t like Andy, she doesn’t like him, Jason…”

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to help my buddy. Andy really likes her.”

“But she doesn’t like him. Kind of feels like you’re forcing things.”

“I’m not, princess.” Jason says it so smoothly. You watch Chrissy swallow hard, swallow down whatever she was about to say with just the slightest hint of fear and worry in her eyes. You gaze at her a second or two, concerned.

You nudge Max. “If a guy ever treats you like that asshole treats her, run. He’s so controlling. She wanted to come stay last weekend, right? He tells her mother exactly where I live and that Wes has been to jail for an assault charge from an old bar fight and naturally, she couldn’t.”

Max glares at Jason. “Doesn’t surprise me. Not at all.” she mumbles, mostly to herself. She can’t stand him because she can see right through him. So could Billy. That’s why before he left for California last year, he warned Lucas about him. After apologizing for the way he’d treated him, which came as a huge shock to her when he’d done it. She’s almost praying her former step brother comes to visit for the holidays because she’d love to see Billy get his hands on Jason.

Andy’s eyeing you up. You shrink back just a little. Roll your eyes. “My eyes are up here, dirtbag.” you grumble calmly, Andy not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at your tits yet again. He chuckles. “I know, darlin. I just can’t–” you shake your head and smirk. “If I were you, I wouldn’t finish that sentence, pig. The answer is still no. Until the day you see Satan himself passing out Icees in hell, that’s gonna be the answer. I mean this, Andy,” you twirl some hair around your finger as you tilt your head to look up at the taller boy, “If you and I were the last hope at repopulating Earth, I’d fling myself right off the face of it. You’re a disgusting perverted asshole.”

“So bitchy.” Andy shakes his head. “You’ll be sorry you said that, darlin.”

You scoff at his warning. “Yeah, no. No I won’t, actually. If you came over here to try and guilt me into double dating, the answer is no. Get Em and Patrick to do it. I’m here with my family, okay? That’s more important, asshole.”

Max smiles just the slightest when you’re not looking to see it.

“And as her stepsister, I don’t want you around me. Got it?” Max speaks up, calm and quiet. Andy scoffs at her, rolling his eyes, “Oh yeah? Well what if your opinion doesn't count, kid?”

“Counts one hell of a lot more than anything you have to say, Andy. You can go now. Buh-bye.” you give him a dismissive little wave.

“You guys stay away from him and his friends, alright? Jason’s going to poison them all and they’re nothing but bullies.” you say it and Max nods. “You don’t have to tell me twice. It worries me that Lucas is on their team and he’s around it.”

You sigh and nod. Glancing over at her boyfriend as Jason wanders over to chat him up and you’ve seen the way it makes his friends scatter. “If he starts to change, do what’s best for yourself.” you fluff her hair. “C’mon. Let’s go collect your date and go find his actual friends and find somewhere to sit for the fireworks.”

“Hey, did Mom say if she was coming by after work with Wes?” Max asks. You shrug. “Wes said he wanted to meet us up here, something about watching fireworks with his girls is definitely better than getting wasted like he used to.” you admit, laughing softly. “Your mom’s really turned my big scary biker dad into a huge teddy bear. I kinda love her for that.” you admit, slipping an arm around Max.

You and Max wander over and you clear your throat. “C’mon kid. We need to find a place to sit for the fireworks. Thought you two might want to find your friends and sit with them too.” you smirk calmly at Jason as you say it, arms crossed over your bare midriff.

“We’ll see you at the gym tomorrow, buddy. We’ll work on that jump shot again. You’re gettin real good.” Jason says it so smoothly, with such a charmers grin too. Lucas grins back. “Okay, see you then.”

As you’re walking off, Max elbows him. “Hey! You know tomorrow is Saturday. You know that’s DnD night, Lucas.”

“And I can do both. Relax, baby. I know. I didn’t forget, okay?”

Max glances at you and sighs, shrugging. But she nods and manages a smile.

You find a spot in the grass and sprawl out, rising up when Emma wanders over with Patrick. You laugh and nod to Emma’s leg. “I’m borrowing your girlfriend’s thigh. I need a pillow, the ground’s hard, man.” Patrick snickers and gives you a thumbs up. “Go ahead, you’re good. You were her friend first.”

“Smart answer, buddy. Real smart answer.” you grin at him. You lean in to Emma and mumble quietly, “Caroline started her bitching earlier.”

“You too, huh? You should’ve heard Patrick when she came at me for eating that deep friend jalapeno. He told her to mind her own damn business, basically.”

You glance from Patrick to Emma and you giggle quietly. “So how’s it feel to live the dream, hm?”

“You could too, y’know.” Emma glances at you and then off into the crowd a little closer to the front and you glance in the direction to find Gareth and his three best friends sitting or sprawled out on the grass and for just a minute, you catch yourself attempting to imagine it before quickly shoving the thought out of his head as you tear your eyes off and look back up at her.

You snort in laughter. “Right, Em. Look, we both know that’s not gonna happen. Besides,” you settle to lay your head in her lap, “Pretty sure if he didn’t hate me for barfing on him back then, he hates me for nearly crushing him tonight.”

Emma scoffs. “Bitch, where? Where are you saying you crushed him, huh? Because he’s not a beanpole for one and two, he’s actually taller.. Sturdier than you.”

You flip her off and shrug. “I hit him pretty damn hard though, that’s where. I’m not saying it about me, I’m saying it because I pretty much football tackled the poor guy…. It was when we were trying to escape fuckin Andy that first time.”

“Still! I doubt he hates you for an accidental crash, woman, jesus christ.” Emma argues.

“Woman, I’m telling you. He was glaring at me. Full on glaring.” you insist.

Emma laughs and shakes her head. Apparently, you haven’t realized that it’s just Gareth’s default facial expression most of the time and in no way does it indicate that he’s angry. Unless he’s yelling, in someone’s face about to shove or just calmly glaring with his fists clenched.

As Mayor Kline gives his long-winded speech about the importance of the holiday, you lounge on the ground, staring up at the stars. Nearby, you can hear Max and her friends talking back and forth and laughing. When you spot your father and Susan making their way in, you wave and nod to the spot in the grass between Max and her friends and you with yours.

Patrick clears his throat. “Either of you want anything? I’m gonna get a snowcone.”

“Please, babe?” Emma asks.

“Cherry coke. Tell ‘em not to skimp on the cherries, please?” you call out.

– ( after the carnival)

The knock on the door of the Munson trailer had the four best friends sharing a look. Eddie palms his face. “I fucking forgot to get my clothes out of Susan’s dryer. Goddamn it.” he grumbles to himself as he puts down his Monopoly piece and puts away his money. “No stealing, shitheads.” he’s calling out over his shoulder as he opens the trailer door.

You instantly regret your decision to just wander over without bothering with the formality of pants and in one of your longer t-shirts when you spot Gareth sitting on the living room floor inside Eddie’s trailer. “Your clothing, dude.” you hold up the taped and overfilled laundry basket. Eddie catches you watching Gareth as Gareth makes himself look at the game board in front of him.

“You can come in and say hi?” Eddie’s taunting remark draws you out of your own head. “Nah man.. Wrestling's on tonight. I was kind of in the middle of watching a real good match with Wes when the dryer went off. I uh..” you shuffle bare feet against the stoop and drag your hands through damp hair, “Better get back over there. Yep. Mhm.” you’re rambling and you want to die, but you do the next best thing instead. You bolt back across the street.

And it’s only when you’re back in the trailer that belongs to your father, Wes and Susan, your stepmom, that you realize somehow, your laundry must’ve gotten mixed in with Eddie’s because you’re trying to find your favorite leopard print bra, the one with the little snakes on it too, and you can’t find it anywhere.

“Just fuckin awesome. First I manage to tackle a guy I’m pretty sure I might have a crush on again and make him hate me, but now, my goofy neighbor Munson knows what one of my bras looks like. Fuck my life.” you groan out dramatically as you fall back against the bed.

And across the road, Eddie’s putting his clothes in his room when he spots it in the pile. He snickers to himself and yes, maybe to fluster Gareth just a little, he slingshots it in Gareth’s direction. “Something for you, buddy.”

“The fuck?” Gareth realizes what it is and his entire body reddens as he shifts the way he sits on the living room floor in front of the Monopoly board. “How the hell’d you get this?”

“Sometimes their shit gets mixed in with ours when I wash clothes.” Eddie shrugs.

Gareth turns the thin garment over in his hands but he’s smart enough to know that his friends are about to start the teasing at any second, so he tosses it back at Eddie. “Idiot.” he grumbles, rolling the dice so that he can take his turn.

Eddie snickers quietly. “Keep it, man.”

“Give it back to her, idiot. Do we really need a reason for those douchebags she’s probably friends with to come looking for us?” Gareth grumbles.

“You realize she kinda hates them, right? Literally Emma and Chrissy are the only people from that crowd she actually likes. Your girl is a loner, Emerson.” Jeff insists but he knows he's talking to a damn brick wall at this rate. Gareth's got his mind made up. And he's definitely wary.

“She’s not my girl.”

“But she could be.” Jeff suggests calmly, glancing across the table at his best friend. Gareth laughs and goes quiet. “Yeah, somehow I doubt that, I mean.. Thanks to my face doing it’s usual thing earlier, she probably thinks I hate her now anyway.”

“I doubt it, man.” Jeff and Grant insist in unison. Eddie just rubs his hand over his face and laughs. “You’re always calling me dramatic, who thinks a girl hates him just because his face does bitchy things on it’s own? Because it’s not me, Emerson. Ya know, the quickest way to clear it up is I dunno, actually talk to her.. Right?”

“Yeah, not happening. You saw her just now when she was at the door with your clothes. She didn’t even look over here. Like at all. It’s not a big deal anyway, school will start soon. She’ll wind up dating one of those assholes. I’ll even bet on it.” Gareth insists.

“Whatever you say, buddy.” Jeff just shrugs.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader

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white hair and pronouns ("Passion")

no Alya the WEIRD THING is that you just woke up in Marinette’s bed on a school day and yet you’re having this discussion about which boy she is or isn’t in love with

“Papa” what the fuck happened in ep. 5

Cooking with grease and batter while dolled up in all white is just vaguely better than what the Korean lady on youtube was doing and I’m going to assume Gabriel’s clothes are way more expensive

the fact that Adrien’s looking at the remote control ring and promptly gets starry-eyed about a happy family is frankly gross, but it’s not like I had expectations about this after Kuro Neko’s demise

but thanks anyway to the people who created a sexy catboy superhero with the powers of destruction and decided to make him the patron saint of hopeless romantics

yes I was listening to figure out whether he’s adressing her with “tu”. She certainly isn’t and I’m pretty sure that was what she just refused him here

if the moral is going to be that Gabe proves his humanity by letting his son and his partner in crime who sacrificed her health and wellbeing to aid his personal ambitions adress him with the familiar pronoun

“What Adrien needs is his father” NATHALIE HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THIS HOUSE. HE HAD A MAN KILLED FOR A BRACELET AND WAS SECONDS AWAY FROM LAUNCING A NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON. HE MAKES HIS SON ADRESS HIM WITH “VOUS”. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER “KURO NEKO”

I’m not following Plagg’s cheese metaphors any longer

lesbianism increasing

and so the backstabbery begins, oh boy

not Adrien asking her about “the first time she was in love” the moment after we got our first look of Emilie on screen and Nathalie flashbacks to her

Adrien Agreste and the Quest for the Family Curse

how sad is it that my first thought here was “hey is that Kagami’s car”

Details I love: Tikki’s drawing talent. I hope S5 will have her and Plagg hanging out while the kids are in class at least TEN TIMES.

I’m pretty sure Plagg just confirmed that the “never tell each other identites” rule was just some BS that Fu made up, never mind how S4 had some two or three episodes explaining in THOROUGH DETAIL why it is necessary

Tikki is COLD

Gabe she’s like two floors above you, don’t be lazy

so how are we gonna explain this akumatisation to Adrien

needless details I love: Marinette went into an empty bathroom and locked the door to a cubicle she wasn’t even planning to pull down her trousers in

I can’t believe I’ve yet to find fanfic about Ladynoir bunking off to go on dates

If Marinette is conscious during all this and this is how the reveal happens then my hat is off to the writers, no joke

You let Ladybug struggle with the gravity of a bowling ball, you can let Adrien struggle a LITTLE with the gravity of a teenage girl when the superpowers are gone

I screamed very quietly inside my head when we first saw both miraculous in Adrien’s hand there

how dare they not give us Adrien having a pow-wow with Tikki and Plagg

Gabriel’s concern here might’ve almost been touching if we didn’t know that he just had to face another smarting loss at the hands of those meddling kids

I’m sure there are things to be said about how Adrien’s first second ever episode as the MVP had him doing the heroics in Ladybug’s dress but as a Mr. Bug stan I have absolutely no complaints about anything

Gotta say this is a change in tune from the end of last episode, Marinette, but if nothing else the “no stammering” had its precedent in “Cat Blanc” and “Ephemeral”

Nathalie I hope you’re taking notice about the concept of knocking on doors here

You can start your good deeds of being there for him by reporting his father to the childcare authorities jsyk

is that end card supposed to make us draw the contrast or comparison between Gabriel and Monarch

#mira #miraculous ladybug #let's watch cartoons #blah #ml spoilers #linguistics

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fr-thrice · 2 years

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Hey I know you didn’t mean it this way but jsyk the term “Kek” is linked to antisemitism and white supremacy

he is named after the Egyptian god/concept of darkness, when I looked it up the other version was derived from people appropriating that god into a racist pepe meme. also seems to be a version of "lol" AND also an antisemitic acronym. jesus christ

thanks for telling me but at the same time like, it's literally an Egyptian god, that racist people stole? but ig if anyone else has a recommendation of a short name meaning dark or night that'd be cool T_T

#g postin #ask #my fucking boy....#also does that mean staff should ban it or??

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novakidds · 2 years

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hey, jsyk, an amount of things you describe as "terf" ideology is actually just common sense (ie. no irl trans individual is going to force anyone to dare/fuck them to validate their gender identity). however, there are parts of terf ideology that are co-opted by white supremacist groups & fascist groups alike (gender essentialism, reenforcing gender stereotypes (in the case of terfs, under the guise of feminism), etc). i strongly suggest you look further into the groups that you identify with.

also, it's kind of weird to obsess over further oppressing minority groups like transgender people. i would talk to a therapist and delve into why this is such a strong facet of your life currently. take care!

i wasn't ignoring this, but i have been sitting on it for a while.

years ago when i "peaked" and was labeled a terf, asked by anons why i was posting "terfy shit," it really was just feminist ideas. the ones you describe as "normal."

you're not even right about that, either. this is a well-known trans athlete:

with that aside, no genuine radical feminist believes in RE-ENFORCING the gender roles that serve misogynistic ideals. sure, there are random transphobic right-wing women who call themselves "terf" because any moron on the internet can call a woman s/he disagrees with a terf. i am not individually responsible for Every Woman, but i can tell you with confidence that no one credible is re-enforcing gender stereotypes in random people online. it is fundamentally antithetical to radical feminism.

additional to me not being responsible for Every Woman, may i ask non-rhetorically how i am responsible, personally, for oppressing All Trans People? i had ONE conversation with ONE person. the level of arrogance required for this level of concern-trolling is startling.

for the record, trans issues are a big part of my life because i have dysphoria and am seeking to transition in a healthy way that will not sabotage my life or the lives of other women. although, i'm not sure if this anon actually cared about that, since it would be clear already with how public i am about it. but thats fine

#post #ask #Anonymous

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bulletproof-cupids said

Hey jsyk alt text is more accessible just in paragraph form, not all low vision people who could benefit from alt text use readers. (Like if its just a contrast thing, or color pictures) Paragraph form also makes images accessible for people with bad Internet like rural people who pictures load slowly for.

Hi, I'm gonna address this here because it's an issue I've been dealing with for a while. It appears, no matter what way I do alt text, be it in a paragraph or in alt text, or the numerous other ways I've tried, I get someone come in to tell me that the way I'm doing it is wrong because it's bad for X group. So I change the way I do it to the way that person told me is correct, and I get another person telling me what I'm doing isn't correct because it's bad for Y group. I've tried 3 or 4 different ways of providing accessible images for screen readers, and without fail someone has told me I'm doing it wrong every single time. The paragraph way you suggest is the one I started with, and I got told that it was inappropriate because those were too long and would be better included in alt text. So, until people can agree on one way of doing it, I'm just going to do it the way I'm currently doing it. I want to be as accessible as possible, but I'm constantly being told I'm wrong no matter what way I've been told is the 'approved' way of doing it. It's deeply frustrating because not everyone has been as polite as you, and I'm getting to the point where I don't want to do it at all.

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Fuck managers! I scheduled a surgery for mid june in mid april, plenty of time in advance. Also not for anything serious, but definitely something thats been bugging me for almost the entire year so far and has already caused me to miss work, so my supervisors at least vaguely know about it. Also something that will definitely take at least a week or two of recovery so I had to take some time off for it. Our time off request system is online and tells us what days are blackout days and can’t be requested off. Usually that’s reserved for holidays. The days I scheduled said nothing and didn’t seem to be blacked out which was why I picked those time in the first place. You can see where this is going

Fast forward about a week, I’m at work and one of my supervisors asks me to look at the schedule real quick, and she goes “so I denied the vacation days you took in June for father’s day weekend and the blackout days around it, but the rest are good to go :)” Now my managers are actually pretty understanding, and again I had completely forgotten that I had scheduled it over fathers day which was definitely on me, but again there was nothing indicating it on the request system either so I figured they would be fine! I work in a bakery so holidays do tend to be busy but...not fathers day. Most people get their dads steak and shit like that, not fruity colorful cakes (although they definitely should). I’ve worked there for nearly 5 years and fathers day has NEVER been especially notable in terms of sales.

So assuming my boss would be cool and help me work something out if I told her, I was like “oh, I actually scheduled surgery for that time.” Again, usually they’re cool and understanding and actually work around you very well.

Well not today! She was kinda just like “yeah?” and stared at me blankly. So kind of taken aback I was like “uh...I’ll see when I can...reschedule it for I guess?” To which she was like “sounds good!”

Now I had picked the days I did specifically because I’m going on a work trip in mid may and won’t be back until the 31st. Fathers day is the 20th of June and I scheduled surgery for the 11th. So I asked her “I won’t be back from the work trip until May 31st and the only other available surgery date was June 4th...instead of my current date y’all think you would be okay with me just...being gone for a whole month? Or back for a couple days between the 31st and 4th just to leave again?” And keep in mind, literally EVERY time I’ve taken time off in the last year, they’ve asked me to either just not do it or have texted or called me trying to beg me to come in. Every. Time. I know this won’t be any different, and I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I do good work and they STRUGGLE when I’m not there which is exactly why I asked this. But of course she was just like “no yeah that’s fine, hell, just take the whole month off!”

It kind of just ended there but the more I thought about it the more pissed I got. Like the schedule is already out until mid may and I’m not ?? prepared for surgery like right now even if that was an option. Then the work trip, and then doing the surgery on the 4th might not even be enough recovery time before the fathers day blackout starts! I’m not gonna be in pain and risk my recovery for that shit! Not to mention doing it after is out of the question since 4th of July follows so soon after and that’s DEFINITELY a much busier holiday for us. I don’t want to keep waiting to fix this problem and the date I picked really is the best option without pushing it out until almost AUGUST when it’s been bothering me since JANUARY. And I do feel bad for scheduling it over a holiday but again I got no indication that it was blacked out! It’s hard enough already to schedule anything longer than 2 weeks without accidentally doing it over a holiday, at least this holiday isn’t all that busy!

Not to mention the fact that that kind of behavior is on brand for her. She acts super nice and like I said is actually really cool and understanding and is totally cool with working with you with this kind of stuff...unless she’s in a bad mood. She’s very much the type to take shit out on us and sometimes she’s super weird and stubborn and vindictive and it’s just dependent on her mood and how shitty she feels like being to you that day. And since she’s a supervisor she just gets away with it. Earlier that day even my bf had texted me like “hey, (supervisor) is in a bad mood jsyk” and when I come in what does she do? Use her authority to be weird to her employees! She’s always been like that and I have stories on stories about her, this just really rubbed me the wrong way.

Anyways this story does actually have a happy ending! I continued my day and had just resolved to having to reschedule surgery and figured I would exact revenge by leaving for my trip and just staying away as long as I possibly could, when my team lead comes RUNNING up to me and goes “oh my god, do NOT reschedule your surgery jfc” and I was like “oh but I can if y’all really need me to?” (I’m too nice) to which she goes “NO!! That’s crazy!!! Thank you for even CONSIDERING doing something like that but no absolutely not. You’re not fucking around at home doing nothing for 2 weeks it’s SURGERY.” And ended the conversation by walking away so that was that lol. I’m very glad one of them actually has some sense.

Oh, and other supervisor came up and did this thing she likes to do when she’s wrong where she doesn’t apologize but DOES find a way to just brush off her wrongdoing. This time she comes up to me later in the day and was like “haha yeah I told (team lead) that you told me the time off request that I denied was actually for surgery and she stopped what she was doing, shook her head, and IMMEDIATELY came up to talk to you lol” like yeah no shit dude?? Oh the team lead was disappointed that you’re being a bitch and had to clean up your mess?? And is also actually reasonable and didn’t expect me to literally cancel getting my body cut open to come work a stupid holiday that’s not even busy? Real shocker lmfao

TLDR boss tried to make me reschedule a much needed surgery bc I scheduled it on blackout days that no one told me were blackout, other boss comes thru and is like “wtf thats fucking crazy please don’t do that jfc”

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Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

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aetherarf · 3 years

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Could you write something where Rosaria gets blackout drunk to forget about a nightmare she had of her trauma and Diluc helps her home and takes care of her when she wakes up with a hangover?

Here you go! I wrote it as before they became a 'thing', jsyk.

( i struggled too much with any other way of doing it so.... yah. its so bad )

[[ WARNING: HEAVY ALCOHOL ABUSE, TALK OF SEX ]]

[[ Summary: Simply wanting to protect his homeland, he found himself with less and less to do, until a certain sister, walked by, absolutely wasted, and decided to take up his free time.

Word Count: 2'154 ]]

sAnother abyss mage, disappearing into little shards of light and magic, that collapsed to the ground, and slowly...

Gone.

Dead.

Back to the ley lines.

They had been less prominent lately, likely after everything with Stormterror, or rather, Dvalin, and a selfish part of his mind asked him what are you going to do with yourself now?

He didn't really know, but that wasn't the point, brutally silencing that part of his mind, throwing his claymore to the side and, it too, disappeared. Gone and out of sight, until needed again.

The sound of heels on the stone ground of Mondstadt's paths caught his attention... It didn't sound threatening, in fact, the footsteps were far from rhythmic, reminding him of a drunkard who couldn't put one foot in front of the other, likely just about to break their teeth by crashing face-first to the stone.

Instead, there was a thud, but it was quite gentle... And then the footsteps began once again.

Not wanting to have an idiot crack their skull open on the ground, he followed the sound, until he saw a woman, leaning against a building, her head nodding as though she was too drunk to keep it up straight...

Actually, it probably was that, wasn't it?

As he approached, she lifted her head, and an odd, delirious smile fell on her face.

"Hey strawberry man..." She said, slurred, "What's a naughty little business man like you..." Hiccup, '... Doing out so late?"

He examined her clothes... He knew her, Rosaria. Not well, but she was just as much of a drunk as his own brother, and a faint memory of a time he'd rather let die... He was bound to learn her name, and the bare minimum about her.

"Stopping drunks like you from getting killed." He huffed, grabbing her arm, she tugged to try and get her arm away, but it was a lazy attempt that resulted in nothing. "Let's get you back to the Church." He declared, attempting to foist her onto his back, but she just whined at him,

"Nooo... The sisters...' hiccup, "Are bitches... They're just going to yell at meeee..." She flopped onto his back, arms wrapping around him from behind, "Bring me to your place, I'll make it worth your while..."

A slutty sister. He vaguely remembers seeing a piece of erotica like that in Kaeya's room when they were younger...

He shuddered... Then sighed.

She wasn't safe to be left alone... But she also likely wouldn't go back to the Church, or at least, she wouldn't stay there.

It couldn't hurt, could it? He had no intention of taking advantage of her, in fact, he'd probably just stick her in his bed, stay up doing paperwork in his office for the rest of the night, and tell her she absolutely lost it in her inebriation, and that he's not going to 'save her' from herself again.

... seeing how she clung to him, there wasn't really an option, was it? She'd probably cling like a puppy.

"Fine. But you are not to touch me... Below the belt." He said, carefully.

"Oh," she giggled deliriously, "I know how to make anyone squirm just from their neck... Trust me..."

"And stop talking."

She whined, but technically, whining wasn't talking.

So, he lifted her up, carrying her on his back (since she seemed to be content with her face pressed to his upper back) and began walking.

At least it was a good workout, he thought miserably.

...

By the time he got home, a few things happened.

Rosaria had fallen asleep, snored right into his ear, and rain threatening to come.

She then woke up and started singing some horrifyingly bastardized versions of the songs the Church considered holy.

It was almost liberating, in a way, to hear such a thing... He had never been particularly religious, but the Church were oftentimes quite...smothering in their methods.

Not that he would go out of his way to comment on it, not believing it a worthwhile conversation for he himself to have.

Finally to the Vineyard, Rosaria apparently decided that she was content here, stumbling as she tried to take some of the grapes for herself, he all but dragging her inside before she did something truly unforgivable, even if she whined.

"I'm tired..." She said, softly, "I'm so tired of sleeping on the ground. It's cold."

Diluc raised a brow at her, seeing how she seemed... possibly genuinely upset.

"You won't be sleeping on the ground, you'll have a warm bed." He, awkwardly, tried to comfort her, and her expression lit up.

"Really?"

"Yes. Just... follow me. You'll be sleeping alone, however?"

Rosaria stared at him oddly, but managed to walk on her own, despite her stumbling, and he brought her to the room, she gasping near-silently as she saw his big, soft bed, running to it, half tripping over herself as she fell onto the bed, "Ohh... soft... All it's missing... is a kitty."

A kitty.

"Well, I do not own a kitty. Let me..."

He grabbed her leg, removing her shoes--while he knew that he would be too disturbed to do anything but thoroughly wash the bedding the next day, he did not tolerate anyone wearing shoes into bed in the Winery.

... Huh, for a moment, he was reminded of his father. The apple only falls so far from the tree, after all.

"Hehe," Rosaria giggled, undoing those odd claw-like ordaments on her hands, throwing her headdress across the room, and reaching for Diluc--"C'mere."

He wasn't sure why he was humoring her, but after setting her shoes on the ground beside the bed, he leaned over...

And with a shocking amount of force, she grabbed him, rather, hugged him, and then threw them both to the bed, her face hidden in his chest as she held onto him with a vice grip, "Kitty kitty," She said, words muffled into his coat.

"I'm not--"

Snore.

He tried to pry her off of him, astounded by how she was already asleep and snoring softly, but every attempt was met with only more crushing force onto his ribcage...

...

He sighed.

For some reason, he had a feeling that... she wasn't exactly a threat. Not like this, not to him. Not right now.

So... he sat there. After a few long moments of his mind barely even thinking of anything beyond wondering what had wrought her mind so that brought her to this point, he tried again...

No. She was clinging on, tight. And, well, this was easier to deal with than a drunk and loud woman.

...

Dawn could not come sooner.

... ... ...

Rosaria woke up with her head pounding, so bad she almost wondered if she had a nosebleed, running her thumb under her nose... Nothing. Well, nothing more than the slightest trace of drool, as gross as it was, she must've knocked out hard to be at this point.

But, she realized she was not in the Church. The bedding beneath her was soft, comforting...

...

Hm.

She probably slept with some random bloke and blacked out in his bed. Her hand trailed to her crotch, resting just above it, just below her navel...

No, no, she didn't. Afterwards, especially if she herself did not clean up, she was always... filthy. But she was clean. Maybe he was just particularly kind, and skilled, and had gone out of his way to care for her... Or maybe she...

After clearing her throat, it wasn't raspy, it didn't hurt... Maybe she had a night with some woman, instead? But the morning-after breath, the bitter taste on her tongue just wasn't there.

Well, it was over, and hopefully they were as clean as she was.

Standing up, she saw her own faux claws on the ground with her headdress, and her shoes... Picking them all up and putting them on, she walked to the window, pulling the curtain out of the way...

She nearly hissed at the bright light, letting it stay closed, and she instead turned to the main doorway of the room, deciding she'd either just leave, or find whoever owned the place and ask if there's anything she needed to know before she left...

But the door opened, and she froze, seeing a figure...

... Bright red hair, pale skin, with the faintest hint of freckles that most could never see.

Diluc. She never thought she'd see him ever again.

For a long moment, there was a silence between the two of them...

"... I figured you had a hangover and made breakfast. Come."

He still seemed to be as kind as Barbara insisted he was. She was impressed.

She followed him as he went ahead, looking around curiously... The fine decoration, distant scent of wine... The winery. No wonder the bed was so lovely and soft. However, she wouldn't expect a man who had been put in such a position to...

...

Well, when she wasn't absolutely shitfaced, trying to stop hearing the voices that haunted her in the dark, she was usually pretty good at convincing people she was sober when she absolutely wasn't.

They got to the kitchen, and Diluc went out of his way to begin preparing her plate for her- It was a pretty typical brunch, rather than breakfast, and it all seemed quite well made... Minus the hashbrowns, she'd probably just force it down or not touch it.

He pulled out her chair for her, and she chuckled, "What a gentleman," She said, with a fake smile on her face, letting him push her seat in, taking a bite...

It was quite good. It had been... a long time since she had a warm meal. Maybe she was a little bit touched that someone would make a hot meal, just for her.

"So," She said, after swallowing the first bite, "Do you have any diseases? I'd rather not get shamed by the sisters when getting tested if you're clean."

There was a moment of motionless, and he turned to look at her--She just noticed his hair was down... he almost looked like he had the mane of a fluffy kitty. Heh.

"I'm clearly not sick." He said, a little huffy, and she sighed.

"I mean sexual diseases. All this is payback for a good night, ri-"

There was the sound of shattering, and she pushed herself to her feet--

Diluc was staggering, and he managed, somehow, to look even a shade paler.

"We- We did nothing!" He snapped, and then stood up, "Fin-finish your meal, I... I can handle this."

She hesitated, but sat back down...

Somehow, she wasn't surprised he would act like this, but... "We didn't fuck?"

"No," He sounded... strangled. "We did nothing. You wouldn't go to the Church when drunk, I brought you here, and you dragged me into bed and fell asleep with... no... touching."

Does the word hurt your tongue, little boy?

"Huh," She put a forkful of food into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully, "I guess you're a real gentleman."

"I'm not a gentleman." He insisted, the gentle sound of shards clicking together as he swept it up, "I'm just a decent person."

"Decent people don't bring strangers to stay in their homes."

"You're not a stranger."

...

Well. That wasn't... wrong.

She didn't have anything to say, and went back to eating, as he finished cleaning whatever shattered when he tripped like that... Guess there was a reason she didn't feel gross or achy or messed up. She felt... well, better rested than she had in the past few months, and the shock of it all had made her hangover seem so... distant, even if it threatened to come back.

Shoving the last of the food in her mouth, she downed it and took a big drink of water to force it down, and stood. "Well, I'm sure you want me out of your hair--" "Do you need medicine?" He asked, idly.

"Medicine?"

"For your... headache, migraine, whatever you feel during a hangover. I don't have much experience with those."

She looked at him for a moment.

"I'm alright. The meal was enough. But I'll let you get back to whatever a winery owner has to do."

"... Try not to get drunk like that again," Diluc chided, gently, "I don't want to think about what would of happened if I didn't find you."

She chuckled, taking a few steps towards him, grabbing his chin and angling his face to look down at her.

"What a gentleman. And what if I misbehave? And drink anyway?"

He stared at her... blankly.

"It sounds like you're challenging me to take care of you."

"Is it working?" She asked, bemused... "Oh, don't worry, I'll be a good girl. See you next time."

"I dread the next time."

She couldn't help but smile as she found her way out of the winery...

Well, at least he still seemed to have some life in him, after all that's happened.

#genshin impact #diluc #rosaria #rosaluc #diluc x rosaria #anonymous #angst #angsty bark #// eh #request #bark writes #// this rlly wasnt the request but #// i literally couldnt do it any other way

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transtenzin · 4 years

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so yeah,,, give me some pemzin coming out to each other pls!! - kyalinzumi

YEAH!!!

(using she/they for pema and they/them for tenzin)

i talked about this a little before but basically pema and tenzin talk a lot and are friends before they start dating, and even though pema literally is friends with their siblings--their sister, who is a trans woman, and their other sibling, who is agender--for some reason her brain just goes “but what if it goes badly” when they consider coming out to tenzin. it’s like LITERALLY... tenzin’s PARENTS are trans too like. um they are the least likely one to be a dick. is it bad that she actually came out to bumi before tenzin?? lol but eventually pema talks with a couple of their other air acolyte friends about it and they manage to pump them up to come out to tenzin next time they see them

the next day when tenzin starts a conversation pema’s just nodding along like... uh huh yeah !! because she’s too busy thinking about how to bring this up and what she’s even going to say. tenzin’s just kind of like... um pema... are u like... okay?? and pema’s like uh no actually ❤️ i need to tell you something. but then the entire “i’m trans” kind of just... never comes out and instead they’re just like “so i’m going by pema now” and forgets to mention pronouns.

tenzin is super supportive!! they’re like oh!!! nice name!! okay :) and they are too busy doing the trans thing where u like go !!!! another trans person or just a name change??? 👀👀 to consider asking about anything else. (also tenzin is still questioning at this point but they r fairly sure they are Not Cis).

later at dinner tenzin overhears someone talking about pema like “i talked to pema earlier she said that--” and tenzin’s just like... wait... i think i would remember if pema mentioned new pronouns to me..... what is happening here... what pronouns do i use.. and later tenzin is still panicking and asks kya because if anyone might know it’s her and she’s like “bitch u know u can just ask her??” and tenzin is like.. so it is she/her??? and kya’s like ope... well.... just ask pema yourself ugh

anyways they do and pema is actually super happy because usually after they come out to people they kind of just Assume that as a trans woman she uses she/her and never really ask. and then they remember they never actually “came out” and she’s just like “i mean i use they too but i am a girl, jsyk” tenzin’s like okay!!!! that’s awesome love u

after tenzin and pema start dating its just like

katara: what’s on your mind??

tenzin: so there’s this she/they...

so tenzin isn’t exactly like... “oh i’m cis” or “oh i’m trans” to anyone but pema just sort of Assumed they were cis... but then they start living together pema starts noticing more when they say stuff like “i’m just a simple person”, “why does my grandpa like u more... i am literally his grandkid” and “being bumi’s sibling is hard” and like now that she notices this avoidance of gendered language she doesn’t think she’s EVER heard tenzin call themself a man/son/brother/etc. but like pema’s not gonna say anything lmao can u imagine how weird that would sound. they would be like “so... you’re a youngest sibling... a person... someone’s kid... is that like instead of being a guy or son or” and like. tenzin also has the Trans Humor but also pema’s not sure if that counts because literally their entire family is trans.

tenzin has been serious questioning their gender for a while now but they keep it mostly just to themself and what they’ve confided in their family (mostly katara). and after pema starts socially transitioning and growing their hair out and finally wearing what they want, it is kind of like. comforting? in a way?? that there is also another adult tenzin is close who is still “figuring things out”. and tbh even though they’ve never talked a whole lot about it before with pema it is undeniably a huge part of them gaining the confidence to start.

(as in my og headcanons) one day pema is like “sometimes i can’t believe you’re my boyfriend... like actually haha” and tenzin takes their chance like.... “funny story what if i’m not” 😳 pema was sort of confused at first (like wtf do u mean you’re not my boyfriend... i thought we were dating...) and tenzin gets embarrassed and has to explain, but afterward pema gets her turn to be supportive and amazing ❤️❤️ she’s like “yeah okay!! that is so valid!!!! are there any identities you’re considering or something” which stresses tenzin tf out because !!! hell if they know!!! no labels that sounds so permanent for something they are so unsure over. and that is when pema gives the Trans Advice to tenzin of “i know it stresses u out rn but u realize that u don’t have to be 100% certain to try out a label right”

like... it’s the advice they’ve always kind of known but had to have it told to them straight up. but yeah. that sits with tenzin for a long time, especially when tenzin starts talking more about their Gender Thoughts to pema, who starts relating stuff they describe with her own experiences. which is Incredibly validating and makes tenzin a lot more confident trying out new pronouns ❤️

when they do finally decide they are nonbinary, they are so excited to tell pema like!!! hey guess what !!! more gender thoughts ❤️❤️ and pema is like 👀 oh??? yeah??? and tenzin is just like so i think i’m nonbinary !! no more girl/boy stuff (maybe?? okay maybe there is still a little they need to think more about lmao)

they are the ultimately trans couple, truly... :”)) thinking about them loving and supporting each other is something that can be so personal...

#this is so long i am so sorry!!!#tysm for the ask!!!#asks #muna tag #pema #tenzin #pemzin #trans pema #nonbinary tenizn #hcs #my hcs #trans time #op

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twelve-twelve-eleven · 4 years

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I’ve Had Enough - Rafe Cameron

caution: rafe x reader, drug addiction, swearing, children, teen pregnancy, yelling, flashbacks on “doing it” with rafe and the aftermath, vomit, kinda toxic relationship??

a/n: OKAY WAIT HIII. This is my first ever writing piece and i literally thought about this idea while i was falling asleep. it will probably be absolute SHAT, so don’t be surpirsed if it is. plus, my spelling and grammar is doo doo. i dont know that much about cocaine addiction, im trying my best jsyk! lets pretend that rafe isn’t a murderer, and that rafe and you are +18.

Part 2 Part 3

words: 1.1k

outline: rafe and you moved in together after your second child was born. but of course, rafe’s addiction didn’t ease up. in fact, it go worse. you finally broke out after having to deal with it for more than 2 years.

“baby!” you yelled out from you and rafe’s bedroom, holding your head in your hands to try and focus on the schoolwork on your desk. no response came back as marie, your 1 year old daughter, kept on crying. you scoffed and pushed yourself up, walking into the living room where you last saw rafe. as you went through the bedroom door frame, you saw rafe bent down above the coffee table, a snorting sound coming from him. anger filled your body.

“rafe!” you yelled out, louder to get his attention. he whipped his head up, white powder littering under his nostrils. you stormed up to him as he looked around, getting familiar again with his surroundings. you leaned in and looked into his eyes, recognizing the symptoms. you shook your head and sat up as rafe finally looked at you. you stormed into the crying baby’s room, looking at your 4 year old son, spencer trying to shush her. you leaned over the crib rail and took her into your arms, bobbing her up and down.

rafe was a hook up that you didn’t know would turn into a future relationship because of a child. rafe saw you at the boneyard and immediately took a liking to you. he wanted to get into your pants, see how you moaned and how you screamed his name, he wanted to know every single curve of your body like the back of his hand. what was surprising was that you were a pogue, and he was a kook. to be honest, you were kinda tipsy, so things weren’t registering right. all you remember was a heated make out session behind a tree, then you woke up naked in rafe’s bedroom. rafe didn’t spread about what he did to you, which was new of him. he felt something different about you. he wanted to make a relationship with you, he wanted to know other than how you were in bed.but he never told anyone about it, even you. y’all went on hooking up here and then, from time to time.

until, you started feeling sick when you went on the HMS Pogue. you didn’t get motion sickness at all, so you just thought that the food that you ate was bad. but then, it started to happen everyday. you running to the bathroom every morning you woke up to spill your guts. you started to get scared, and avoided rafe at all costs. you still hung out with the pogues, but had to sneak away to the bathroom every time you felt it coming. you felt the need to take a test, and so you did. surprise, surprise, it came out positive. you panicked and didn’t tell anyone, still not having any contact with rafe. the first people to find out were the pogues, kiara noticing your baby bump. telling them who the baby daddy was was hard, since y’all didn’t like the kooks at all. they were very disappointed, but said they would support you all the way through.

“calm down baby, you’re okay.” you shushed marie tenderly and walked out her room. rafe now had his arms spread across the back of the couch, slouching in his seat. “you still have kids, rafe.” you said. he grumbled and threw his hand up, bending it. as you went into the kitchen to get formula, you heard a sound come from the living room. you turned around and saw rafe leaning up against the bar, separating the living room from the kitchen and dining room. you huffed and walked over to rafe, helping him to the couch once again. “you need to stop, this is getting out of hand.” you lightly put him down back where he was. “don’t tell me what to do.” he mumbled back. you pulled back, pulling marie close. “what did you say?” your eyes narrowed at rafe. “don’t tell me what to fucking do!” he yelled out, his face turning red.

“i take care of this fucking family while you go to barry’s with our rent money to get more drugs!” you yelled, not holding yourself back. all the anger you built up after multiple times seeing rafe like this finally showed. the continuous screams from both of y’all were drowning out the scared cries of your children. tears were streaming down your face, but you stood still, holding marie closer. as rafe was screaming at you, you felt a grip on your leg. you quickly looked down, a tear dropping onto the carpet. there you found spencer hugging your leg as tight as a 4 year old could. seeing him like that, screaming and crying, tore up a piece of your heart. you knew they shouldn’t have heard this, seen it or be anywhere need it. so, you didn’t let rafe finish what he was talking about. you went into you and rafe’s room and grabbed your phone and your car keys. he stepped into the door way, still expressing his thoughts loudly. your vision was blurry from your tears, but you quickly wiped your eyes with your extremely shaky hands to see what you were doing on your phone.

“what are you doing?” he asked, cutting off what he was last talking about. “hey baby? whats up?” the female voice said. “who is that?” rafe said, stepping closer to you. “get back, rafe!” you exclaimed out. “y/n, what is happening?” her tone became concerned and worried. “mom, i can’t anymore.” you replied, your voice cracking. “y/n, talk to me!” yelled out rafe. you sniffled, and tried your best to go around rafe’s size. spencer’s hand was in yours, holding onto your finger. “baby, please!” he begged as you slipped past him. “can you please meet me at ihop?” you asked, walking toward the door. “y/n, please don’t do this! we can talk it out, just please!” rafe grabbed your waist, turning you toward him. “don’t touch me!” you cried out, jiggling the front door handle. the expression on his face showed the guilt he had just put on himself by how he acted. “yes, yes i’m on my way right now.” she said before ending the call. you finally got the door to open, and you quickly slipped through. you put the phone in your back pocket, ignoring rafe’s begs. “w-where are we going, mommy?” spencer asked quietly, still crying. “don’t worry about it, baby.” you said, your lip quivering. you pulled him up into your arms, and his tiny head turned around.

“what about daddy?” he said. “he’ll be fine, but we’re going to see gigi, okay?” you said, looking at him. he looked at you and nodded his head slowly, tear streaks going down his cheeks. a sob left your lips, seeing your child that scared and hurt. he’ll be fine, he’ll be fine.

OMG WAIT IM SCARED. PART 2??? I HOPE THIS IS GOOD IM SORRY IF ITS CRAP <3333

#rafe #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe obx #rafe cameron #outer banks

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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Hey! Idk if you're still using the prompt list from the beginning of the blog, but could I have a KazuichixReader for #33 - "I'm awake, I'm awake!", preferably gender neutral? (Also jsyk one of your links in the masterlist is broken - SDR2 Boys reacting to S/O dying their hair)

33: “I’m awake, I’m awake!” Kazuichi Souda

Oh, thank you for telling me ^^ I forgot I changed my blog name haha my bad. And yes I’m still doing the old prompt list :D

I also got the phrase, “kaleidoscope of butterflies” from another fanfiction but I have no clue which one and it’s way too beautiful of a phrase to me to include without noting that I didn’t come up with it.

-Mod Souda

His fingers dance around your figure, fighting the urge to yawn in case it would wake you.

Wind blows through the windows, the breeze causing you to shift, scaring him a little. Oh, what time is it?

He gets up, his bare feet patting against the floor, to look out of the window. His hair brushes with the wind as he spots out all of the lights from the summer festival.

Alright, so he was a little excited, dancing back and forth between the window and your sleeping body.

Originally, he invited you to go to the festival with him. You declined his offer. It broke his heart. He was wondering why his proposal was denied. Was it him? His stench? Did you just not like him?

But you told him after awhile.

“It’s not you, Souda! I just...” You twiddled your thumbs and shuffled in place. “I can’t go out in public, not as a place like that. There are too many people for me to be comfortable.”

And he understood completely. Well, he understood somewhat. Sympathy, not empathy.

So now he stays with you, watching the festival from the window as you sleep from behind him.

What time is it?

Oh! It’s time!

He screams your name, jumping on your sleeping form. “Wake up!”

You blink. It’s the first thing you do. One more thing you saw? His hands pushing on your chest like he was giving you CPR.

“I’m awake, I’m awake!” You call out loudly, pushing him away.

Perhaps, though, being angry isn’t the most satisfying reaction. He is a bit sensitive. You make sure to not show how irritated he made you, putting on a small smile and sighing.

“What’s the dealio, Kaz?” You ask.

He didn’t want to annoy you, and he refused to believe you’d ever hold something like this against him. It is definitely worth waking up for.

But a kaleidoscope of butterflies bursts within him when you make eye contact with him. It’s the way you lazily smile that brings him warmth. Your selflessness, your kindness to him. It’s all what makes you special to him.

The tiredness in your eyes disappear when the first firework erupts in the sky.

A small gasp leaves your lips.

He grabs your hand, taking you from your bed, and leading you to the window. Outside the air is fresh, and the clouds in the sky are whisky and grey. The only lights are from the houses and the rainbows in the sky. They flicker with thought, popping loudly and crackling as it descends before another wave comes.

The two of you stand close. Your shoulders touch, and you are positive that he feels the same connection as you. You can almost kiss him.

Instead, you put one foot on the window’s seal, climbing up on it.

“S/O, what are you doing?”

Your window isn’t at the front of your house, and the exterior has a small brick fence around it, to which you jump onto. Doing that fills you heart with exhilaration. Once misstep and you could fall. You look back at him, the spark of a firework illumining you from behind.

You looked like an angel.

“Are you gonna join me?”

His shocked expression was the only answer you received, and then a yelp of surprise when you jump his way. Onto the roof. He can see your dangling legs until you pull yourself up.

The rooftop was where all of your parties took place. For all of your life you had found that being up their was the only joy life could bring you. It makes you smile to look up at the city, to where all of the people sit in groups and laugh together. To watch and observe is your specialty.

He can see your head dangling down, hair spiked, as you look at him. “Are you coming or not?”

How was he to get there? Jump on the fence and then the roof? Seems ridiculous. But if you could do it then... maybe he could, too?

You watch with amusement as he hops onto the fence, placing his feet on top of it with a horrible sense of balance.

And when he jumps, arms spread out in front of him like a cat, you hook one of your hands around his forearm. His jumping ability is much better than yours. He makes it well without much of your help. And he crawls up the rest of the way.

The fireworks up here seem brighter than before, and much larger, too. Their colors varied significantly. Ranging even a few different shades of each color of the rainbow.

A few other people have been up here with you. All of them are out of your life now, drifted apart from your lack of communication and public outings.

So now it’s just Kazuichi Souda up on the rooftop with you, the two of you celebrating the summer festival.

Is he patient enough to deal with you, too?

“This is where I take all my friends.” You say, calmly. “Of course, you are more than a friend to me.”

He wasn’t sure if he was capable of even jumping up here. More than a friend, you had said. So you did know that he was asking you out on a date. Well, of course you did. Why wouldn’t you have?

Despite having those intentions, you bluntly stating that you consider him more than a friend made his heart levitate. You really are peculiar, aren’t you?

A small wave of anxiousness flutters against every muscle in his body when you turn to look at him. Is this about the time two people would kiss? Is that what people do... on dates? The idea made him uncomfortable, if he was being honest.

But instead, you turn away, smiling to yourself.

“Thank you for waking me up, Kaz. That was very nice of you.”

You don’t really like fireworks. Never will you tell him that, though.

“I- uh- you’re welcome, S/O!”

Again, you look at him, eyes sparkling with admiration. There are no words on your mind. Only emotions. Gratitude, specifically. And the feeling of being safe. Welcomed.

“Let’s do this again, okay?”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader

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lilygrants · 4 years

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an artist’s impression of lok development

Nickelodeon: Heeeey. Remember that serialized action show that got us all that critical acclaim that we cashed in on? (Sorry about the live action, btw.) How’d you feel about makin’ us a sequel? Bryke: Sure. The Avatar’s gonna be a girl, tho. Nickelodeon: The Avatar can’t be a girl. Bryke: Pretty sure she can. Nickelodeon: But boys hate girls. Bryke: As boys, we are pretty sure you’re wrong. (btw, she’s not white, either.) Nickelodeon: Look, boys don’t watch shows about girls. Girls watch shows about boys. Therefore, all shows not specifically for girls must be about boys. This is basic stuff. Bryke: Survey says boys like awesome. Girls are awesome. So is critical acclaim. Nickelodeon: ...Fine. But just so you know, girls only get a ten episode miniseries. And we’re not going to advertise it ourselves, we’ll just let the geek press spend that money for us. And we’re not gonna make, like, a single toy. Bryke: Sweet. We might actually have some free time when this is over. Anyway, here’s your ten episode miniseries. It has a beginning, middle, and end. A very definite, wrapped-up, nice-and-pretty end. We managed to jam in a reference to just about everybody from the old show, but Zuko was a tough one. Good thing his voice actor is a bro. Nickelodeon: Who’s Lin’s dad? Bryke: Your mom. Tell us if you find the murder-suicide we hid in the last episode of a Saturday morning cartoon just to prove you’re not paying any attention to what we’re doing. Nickelodeon: Sorry, we weren’t paying any attention to what you’re doing. Anyway, where’s the second half of that first season? Bryke: Quoi? Nickelodeon: Yeah. Ten episodes is like, half a television season. Where’s the other half? We need some more critical acclaim. Bryke: Motherfucker, Studio Mir JUST QUIT-- Nickelodeon: Get one of those Annie May companies outta Japan! We got a Friday Night Death Slot to fill! Bryke: YOU COMMISSIONED US-- Fine. Fine! Here’s your second half of the season. We’re not sure we got all the blood out before it went to press. Don’t you dare ask us to bring Aang back from the dead. Nickelodeon: That other show you did for us way more serialized and epic. Like you didn’t even see the villain’s face until season three. Bryke: Because we plotted a whole three-season arc before we ever pitched it to you. We wrote this one by the seat of our pants because you need critical acclaim. What happened to that ten episode miniseries, huh? Nickelodeon: Maybe if we change the air time without telling anybody... Bryke: WAIT. LET US TELL EVERYBODY. Nickelodeon: season two wen Bryke: Season who? Nickelodeon: Well, yeah, critical isn’t going to acclaim itself... Bryke: Exactly how many episodes are you asking for, here? Gotta hope Studio Mir returns our calls. If you commit to a set number of episodes, AND NO MORE, we’ll do the plotty thing with the foreshadowing and stuff. We can like, seed the final villain into the good guys’ camp. That’ll be cool. She’ll be a girl. Nickelodeon: You know how we feel about girls... Bryke: Yeah, Clarissa Explains It All. Okay. Okay! Here’s your second season. We divided it into two more books, just to spite you. Nickelodeon: Nah, we can charge more money by splitting the DVD sets that way-- Oh hey, that’s a really graphic killing of a female authority figure. Bryke: Well, you liked the murder-suicide so much. Nickelodeon: We’re just... gonna release this online... stop advertising... no merchandise... take back a whole episode’s budget... Bryke: WE SAID SET NUMBER OF EPISODES!! Nickelodeon: Oh, just fire people, geez. Bryke: We can’t fire people! People work on the show! You think critical acclaim grows on trees??? Nickelodeon: Then do a clip show. Bryke: We’re gonna tell the Internet about this. Nickelodeon: Whatever. Bryke: Can we go now? Nickelodeon: Are we critically acclaimed yet? Bryke: Well, Korra is the first queer woman of color to be a protagonist on your networ-- sorry, streaming service. Nickelodeon: Cool. I mean, you know how we feel about girls, but that’s cool, ‘slong as like, you don’t actually admit it in the show. Bryke: We’re gonna wait a week and confirm it on the Internet, jsyk. Trust us, nothing needs to be admitted. Wish we could, like, do a little more, but maybe the next show will be able to hide behind us? Nickelodeon: SORRY CAN’T HEAR U OVER ALL THIS CRITICAL ACCLAIM...

#lok #legend of korra #atla #the legend of korra #avatar: the last airbender

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hey guys ! i’m jules and i’m super excited to open; i have two super clingy cats in case any of you ever need a visual pick-me-up, i’m a uni student in canada and a Big skincare and dark chocolate junkie, more than likely gonna be typing replies while indulging in either jsyk ! i tried to keep it short since i’m a rambly bitch, but links to elliot’s basic stats and her wc page will be up soon — though i have some under the read more — as well as a playlist whenever i find the energy to set it up here FLDKSJGSD also pardon the lack of theme, i forgot the url for the preview and code link for the one i wanted to use but i’ll have it figured out shortly ! anyways, without further ado:

◤ * kim doyeon ; twenty-one ; cis female ; she/her — is that who i think it is over there ? outer banks very own kook , elliot hong . makes sense ‘cause i can practically hear into it by chase atlantic blasting through their headphones . plus who else would you find out at the boneyard right now ? some say they're pretty astute , but it's the imperious reputation i'd watch out for . i wonder if they're still a student / heiress and obsessing about keeping up with their bongs, random shoes and empty bottles of dom on the living room floor & a bite as big as her bark vibe . [ ooc ; jules/21+/nt/she/her ]

tw: drug and alcohol mention

the middle child of her parents, elliot is the fourth of her father’s five children

her mother is his second ( now ex — ) wife, though they remain cordial and have since moved on

grew up with a silver spoon, her dad being a wall street giant who would split his time between nyc and, once upon a time, connecticut — though it ultimately became a back-and-forth from nyc and the outer banks when elle was about four

her mother was adopted into an old money family ( on the lower end of that group ) in charlotte when she was a baby and had become something of a socialite when young, but shifted to becoming an entrepreneur. of what ?? i still haven’t figured that out LFJDGS

has a half-sister and half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, tallulah ( aka tally, a pain in my ass over on my indie fdlkjgs ) and bennett, and is basically a mini tally as all she really had were brothers and was Attached to her big sis whenever she’d visit

and as for her older and younger brother..... they might be wcs soon enough so we’ll leave that be for now DFLSGKJ

now onto ELLE ! she was the princess of the younger three hong kids, like the apple of her mother’s eye and her father’s Biggest tormentor

aka would hog the phone whenever he couldn’t come home for the night to tell him good night, hounded him to read her bedtime stories, pretty much always got her way in the most wholesome way when she was a kid

like i said before, moved to the obx when she was four because her mom used to visit when she was a kid and loved it; it was also due to its convenience in seeing her maternal grandparents regularly, its quieter nature in comparison to the affluent hubs for businessmen outside of manhattan and just in general

her dad just went along because it’s what his wife wanted and fuck it, at least the kids wouldn’t hound them to take them to places beyond their urban surroundings as often DLSFJDS

growing up, she wasn’t Too much of a brat but liked having the spotlight on her — she’d accredit it to tally’s influence AND her parents caving to her whims more often than not — and was very sociable and respectful even back in primary school

LOVED to explore, and, while not a tomboy per se, would take part in some activities her brothers or other boys in her grade participated in; be it to bond, trail along her siblings’ every move because she didn’t wanna stray far from action, or to prove that she can hold her own, she’d do it

uhhh overall a cute, if not high-maintenance, kid, but her teen years ?? yikes, people would be in for a ride bc this is when she REALLY started to emulate tally and shift her boldness towards riskier shit

basically could’ve been a main character on outer banks itself with her reckless antics and partying as a teenager…. and now, even SGDLKF

could’ve been considered a typical kook, save for her wild streak; she could hang with the pogues and wouldn’t let her slight superiority complex come into play unless she was challenged or something, otherwise she’d chase the party and the fun wherever she could find it

loves fashion and being the hottest in the room, didn’t need to step on toes to get further but would do so at times Solely to make a point/to call someone out on their shit

is now attending columbia u, rather she’s taking a Break as she makes sure she’s content with the path she’s taking ( aka being the trashy 21 year old she wants to be, chilling at the family home with just her siblings and daddy’s money with no Major worries involving the near future )

isn’t the most studious person, but she’d gotten far enough to begin wrapping up her major whenever she decides to head back

though.. the entire time has been mostly spent sleeping with some of her rich friends, drinking and smoking pot, with the occasional hit of whatever clean enough drug that one of her friends had on them

also spent a lot of her time meeting up with her socialite big sis as a plus one to some cooler events, so while she’s not famous, her name has made the rounds where it matters given her surname’s already established relevance in nyc

when she’s not getting an education and is homebound instead, she’s pissing off her neighbours with her house parties at the family home on the beach, doing dumb shit the second she’s inside of a gala or club — albeit with partial discretion that’s completely ignored whenever around other young adults — and just chilling poolside and staying hydrated fgkldjsg

personality and shit

if i were to use a label to describe her, she'd be a mix between the princess/baby doll, the hedonist and the reveller i think ?? i don’t even know where to place her LKSDFGJLK

self-confidence is through the roof, KNOWS she’s pretty and doesn’t really let rumours or negativity get her down — aside from wanting to unleash hell if someone keeps irritating her for whatever reason

she’s messy as hell, but around the uptight, live-through-your-kids parents of kooklandia she puts on the façade of a poised young woman who has Some fun because she knows it bodes well.. only even then, she doesn’t maintain it bc honestly, who cares —

she’s not a complete dick per se, but she can be snide and boastful when provoked

has something of a superiority complex, independent and lives lavishly with reckless abandon

non-committal yet sensible when it comes to who she sleeps with; typically has a couple of stable fuck buddies but has had some one night stands if she’s feeling it

keeps her true inner circle small, but gets off on attention and likes to stay cordial with some people, so she’s got quite a few friends all the same

like i said earlier, will hang with the pogues and thinks the whole class rivalry thing is kind of stupid when it means sticking with her own would mean dealing with parent pleasers, polo shirt enthusiasts and either being too straight-laced or too destructive for her liking

.. so she’s a far cry from her sister in that regard, otherwise rip GLSKJ

though that doesn’t stop her from unleashing her pompous attitude onto a pogue when it seems appropriate, aka doing anything to piss her off

there really isn’t much to expand on tbh, though i will say that her emboldened nature and need for a good time however she can get it comes out more than her uglier side ( except her vanity. that’ll never go away KSFDG )

some quick plot ideas

a childhood friend or two, pretty standard idea there

could carry over into a trio type of thing depending on where she stands with either of them, or they’re a different couple of pals she’s made over the years

family friends, aka nyc kids or people who’ve rubbed elbows with either of elle’s parents, though they don’t Actually have to be friends of course JGDSFKL

her best friend and confidante, someone she can have cute moments with between the chaos and one of the few people that elle would probably accost someone for if they hurt the other in any way

enemies are always fun ! probably rooted in a competitive streak more than anything else but i’m all ears for a more complex reason

ex-hookup(s), current hookup(s), throw it all at me klgfjd

a hateship/ewb would be fun with her too, oh my god sfdgklj

FAKE FRIENDS !! either in the past or currently, probably stayed friends for the sake of their appearances but have a lot of quiet disdain for each other — though elliot wouldn’t be too bothered by that situation beyond being around someone she deems soul-sucking, face value hype and knowing they probably need her more than she needs them gives her too much satisfaction fkskgls

an ex-something, open to anyone. either someone her parents forced on her to straighten her out a tad that she wound up liking…. after a good period of her telling them to fuck off sdglk or someone she’d been seeing for a while at her own accord, likely someone her parents wouldn’t approve of so readily. would’ve ended the same way: with her calling it off because she didn’t want to settle down, not even for a relationship ( and perhaps bc she’s scared of commitment with her cracked family dynamic that’s been a thing since birth, but that’s another story jsdfkg )

or we can just as easily do high school exes who only really stayed together until graduation bc their parents were being Some level of overbearing with how they’d be such a good couple — not that there was nothing there, just nothing beyond sex and being some kind of status symbol to each other, idk lfkgsd

her designated event pals would be super fun ?? sdgkflj like they go to all of these big parties and galas with their families, break off to do their own thing bc those events are boring as fuck, and head back to her place before she throws an after-party of sorts. they’d be decent friends beyond this though, them being someone she trusts a good bit compared to others in her circle

#╰ 💎 . ❪ 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐒 ↝ jules talks ｡#outertmintro #tw drugs #tw alcohol #now that that's done i can get some water bc i'm Parched FGDSJKL

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