#I’ll also accept camp counselor

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[ash5monster01]

Getaway Camp : Prologue

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!Fem

Warnings: language, flirting, fluff, annoyance towards others, harsh parents, meet cute.

Summary: Charlie leaves home early for volunteer work in the Catskills, finally feeling free from his father, and on the path to the life he always dreamed of having. Yet when he arrives he meets someone who can’t help but capture his attention and he realizes fairly quickly that he’s already screwed.

word count: 2.3k

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June 4th 1961

Charlie wouldn’t consider himself much of a nature guy, but anything would do if it meant getting out of his parent’s house sooner. He had already been accepted to Columbia in the Fall but he didn’t have enough money to rent an apartment in the city quite yet. Which is how he discovered Adler’s West Lake Resort and Lodge. His counselor said the school looked fondly onto volunteers who worked there in the summer. So Charlie packed everything up and got himself the job. After all how bad could it be? A summer away in the Catskills, free food, free boarding, and a few rowing lessons here and there. He could handle it.

“Alright honey, do you need anything for your drive?” his mother asked from the porch, watching as he loaded his stuff in the back of the station wagon. She tried to pretend that she didn’t notice he had packed everything but a small part of her heart broke. This was truly it.

“I’m fine Mom, I promise” he told her, mind stuck on the five hour drive ahead of him.

“Okay honey, make sure you call and let us know when you get there” and both of them pretended not to notice the small chuckle that left his fathers mouth as he read the paper on the patio furniture.

“I will and you have the address and number to the resort already” Charlie reminded her, jogging up the porch where he quickly towered over his mother’s height. She hated how tall he had gotten, a grown man now, no longer her little boy.

“Be safe and good luck at school” she told him before pulling him into a hug. Charlie squeezed her right back, thankful to at least have a loving mother.

“I will Mom, thank you” he told her and she sighed, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over. Her only child driven away by the harsh expectations of her husband. He had been hurt so much by the world already and the minute he graduates high school he is off and running away from her.

“I’m about to head off, sir” Charlie says as he pulls away from his mom, walking to stand in front of his father.

“Good, you wouldn’t want to hit the afternoon rush traffic outside of the city” his father mutters, hands flipping the page of his newspaper. He felt that he owed nothing to his son. The only things his son had ever done was get himself kicked out of the best school in Vermont and cost him a lot of money pulling strings to still get him in an ivy league school.

“Exactly so thank you sir” Charlie said, holding his hand out and waiting for his father to bid him goodbye. He never cared much about what his father thought of him but he also figured if his father didn’t say some sort of goodbye he would always have control over some aspect of his life.

“Goodbye son, don’t dick around too much. That’s my name you’re tainting when you do that” his father responded, hand sliding into his own and firmly shaking it.

“I’ll do my best sir, I promise” Charlie said before letting his father’s hand go one last time. He was going to use these next four years to his benefit and take the well deserved break he needed. He couldn’t believe he spent all those years at Welton wishing his parents wanted him around more. What a waste.

“I guess we’ll see” is the last thing he says to him before returning his attention to the paper in his hand. Sighing Charlie brushes his hands down the front of his button up shirt and turns back to his Mom with a soft smile.

“Goodbye Mama” he says, swiftly kissing her cheek and the tears finally break through and cascade down her cheeks as Charlie jogs to his car that holds every piece of his belongings. He knew he didn’t need all of it for camp but he also knew his car could act as a private storage locker so he wouldn’t have to come back here before classes started.

“Bye baby, we’ll miss you” she calls out as the car rumbled to life and Charlie waved a hand out as he shifted the car in gear and headed down the long driveway. He knew his father would more than likely not miss him but it was kind that his mother still tried, so he waved his hand out his open window for her until she could no longer see him driving down the road.

The drive was fairly easy. Only two missed turns and one incident with a wrinkled map and Charlie was finally pulling his car up to the main lodge, the sun casted over the large lake beside it. It was quiet since campers wouldn’t be here until next week and Charlie was surprised to feel peace from the quiet and warmth that resonated in the area around him. Killing the engine he stepped out the car and started for the doors, prepared for direction to his cabin for the next three months.

“Hello camper!” a chirpy blonde girl perked up as he pushed through the cabin doors. He briefly wondered if it was an act, to be so excited about not having a real shower and mosquotio bites for three months on end. Yet the bright white smile on her face suggested otherwise.

“Hey” Charlie muttered, not one for too much enthusiasm. Actually he was pretty sure he hadn't been excited about anything since his Junior year of high school.

“Did you just arrive?” she asked, hands reaching for a large book that Charlie figured held all the information on every worker for the entirety of the camp. It's possible the smile could be fake but someone with this much responsibility had to enjoy this life somewhat.

“Yeah, Charles Dalton. I’m a Columbia volunteer, new rowing instructor” he said finally reaching the desk, hands falling and crossing over the top. He just wanted to find a bed and lay in it, especially after that drive.

“Well welcome Charles, let me grab your orientation packet and parking pass” she grinned still as cheerful and Charlie nodded, almost scared by how happy she is.

“Just Charlie is fine” he told her and she nodded before bouncing off and finding all the things he needed to get settled in. After only a few minutes she had a small stack of papers set in front of him.

“Okay so everything you need to know you can find in here. Cabin number, work schedule, map of the resort, and anything else you can imagine. When you get to your lodge you’ll find your walkie and uniform waiting for you. Meals and everything are all inclusive for staff and we hope you have a great summer” she finished her well practiced spiel and Charlie smiled as he collected the thick packet from in front of him.

“Thanks..”

“Josie” she filled in and he nodded.

“Thanks Josie, see you around” he tells her before heading back towards the front doors and where he left his car. Using the map to find employee parking Charlie found himself unloading the two suitcases he packed specifically meant for camp and locking up the rest of his belongings in his car. It was a bit harder to find the cabins but finally he was in the upper woods, brown buildings matching the next all in various rows. A big fire burning with a few people chattering around it and Charlie quickly looked for cabin number sixteen.

Valerie had only been here an hour and already smelled like wood smoke. This wouldn't have been the case if she didn't somehow end up in a cabin with Chrissy Norwick. Valerie didn't necessarily mind the girl but she liked having a chill first day and Chrissy already had five girls compiled in the small shared cabin as she retold the stories of each date she had with Nate Fanning over the school year. She knew it would be the same thing, Nate would appear at camp and pretend Chrissy didn't exist, that was until the fall when he no longer had all of the camps options to focus on.

So Valerie sat by the fire with a few old friends she had been volunteering with since she was sixteen and listened to their much more relaxed conversation as she waited for her cabin to be much less crowded. It was then she saw a taller boy, chestnut hair falling in his eyes, as he walked the trail up into the cabins. It wasn't often new volunteers came around here so she was immediately perking up. He was handsome, in a soft way. A suitcase hung from each of his arms and she could tell from the hike and the strain off the weight, his chest was puffing out broadly. The small beads of sweat collecting at his hair line convinced her to approach him before no one else could.

"Hey, you need some help?" she curiously asked, straightening out her shirt as she appeared on the trail beside him. He jumped only lightly due to her quick appearance and she tried to hide her amusment.

"I’m fine" he muttered even though his hair was now starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.

“First rule as a staff camper, no job is too small to ask for help” and she was snatching one of the suit cases out of his hand that had been weighing him down the entire trek up the hill. Realizing she wasn’t going away anytime soon he finally took a moment to take her in. The white staff shirt laid across her shoulders and the eagle symbol stretched across the center of her chest. He admired her full hips and bright smile. Her long brunette hair tied high in a ponytail that hung in curly strands down her back. She was pretty and he was supposed to last all summer around girls like this. He prayed she wasn’t a lifeguard.

“For the record, I never asked” he told her before starting towards the cabins where she followed quickly behind.

“Well what cabin is yours then Mr. Independent?” she asked, ignoring his previous statement, and the boy sighed. He was realizing pretty quickly that most people around here were pretty cheerful and stubborn.

“Sixteen and the name is Charlie” he caved and finally she was beaming a smile back at him that made her eyes sparkle. He hated that her eyes sparkled.

“Well Charlie I’m Valerie and you’re in luck. I just so happen to be in cabin fifteen” and she was walking along and leaving him behind, going in a direction all too familiar to her. Charlie was a bit shocked by her ease but followed nonetheless as she led him to a destination he had been counting on the last five hours.

"So clearly you're new, so I'll share some wise wisdom as a camper of three years" Valerie told him, thrilled to have something to do other than stare at a campfire in the middle of the day. The June sun was already hot enough. "Never use the showers on the south end. Theyre used the least so not only do they include a variety of bugs you've never seen before but they’re also the showers that lose hot water first"

"This is not making this anymore exciting" Charlie says and the laugh that comes from Valerie surprises them both. Charlie hates the way the sound wraps around his heart and makes him content.

"If Big Al enters the bathrooms wait at least thirty minutes before going in. If you don't know who that is you'll find out fairly quickly. If it's an emergency we're surrounded by woods for a reason" and now Charlie is the one laughing which based on his attitude when they first met has Valerie fairly surprised.

"Lastly tuesday nights mystery dinner sounds fun but it's actually a mix of leftovers from the previous week so we have staff dinner here" Valerie says just as they approach cabin sixteen only to hear the girl laughs from the one beside it.

"Shouldn't you be in there giggling away?" Charlie asks as he takes his suitcase from her and sets them both on the small porch step.

"God no, no use giggling about cute boys inside when I can be out here talking to them" and much to Charlie's surprise she winks at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It’s so quick he's almost convinced he didn't see it.

"You seem to have it all figured out Valerie" Charlie says and she softly shrugs, glancing up at the tall trees above them. Birds chirp and in a few hours the cicadas would buzz and she'd finally be right back at home.

"I'm sure there is more I'm forgetting to share but when I remember I promise to tell you. In the mean time Charlie you can find me at cabin fifteen or the lake" she says, oddly comforted by the new guy herself. There was something nice about knowing she got to be the one to greet him here.

"Why the lake?" he curiously asks as Valerie moves to walk away and she flashes a quick grin at him, fingers gliding through her curly brown hair and Charlie nervously gulps.

"I'm a lifeguard" she informs him and for the first time for the entirety of this conversation Charlie accepts that he's screwed. Valerie was not the kind of girl you ignore despite how badly he wanted too. Now worst of all he had to spend every single day of the summer with her in tiny red bathingsuits.

"Of course you are” he says and she quickly flashes him a grin before starting back the way they came, ignoring the group of girls in her very own cabin. Charlie hates how he watches her walk away, admiring her long tan legs in her tight jean shorts. It had been ten minutes and he was already screwed.

“Shit”

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[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

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show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, swearing, and parental neglect

A/N: capture the flag scenes>>>

When you heard your name being called, you didn’t even have to look up to know who was speaking. You’d recognize your best friend’s voice anywhere.

“What’s up, Luke?”

The son of Hermes gave you a toothy grin and linked arms with you, leading you away from the group of miscellaneous campers. You had been participating in a rope-tying class held by the Hephaestus head counselor, but it was really only to pass the time. There were more important matters at hand. 

“Can we go over everything one more time? I want to make sure we’re on the same page.” 

It was Friday afternoon, meaning that Capture the Flag was mere hours away. This time, Hermes was paired with the Hephaestus, Apollo, and Athena cabins. The campers in the cabins of Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Ares would be their opponents. It wasn’t the most difficult match-up they’d faced, but it wasn’t a guaranteed victory.

Luke took winning very seriously. You knew that better than anyone, because he would talk to you for hours upon hours about his plans. He always went to you for consultation, as he knew you’d never betray him by giving information to the opposing team. You were loyal to him, just as he was to you.

He also knew you were an excellent strategist as well as a formidable fighter. After seeing your ideas work flawlessly on the battlefield, he asked if you would be his co-captain. 

And of course, you accepted. Not only would it make the Hermes cabin a stronger force, it meant you had an excuse to spend more time with him. Not that you really needed one, but it couldn’t hurt.

You and Luke took a seat on a fallen tree trunk at the cusp of the woods. He quickly ran through the plan you had formulated last night. It was chalk-full of deception and diversion, which was Luke’s specialty. You had ensured that the strongest fighters would be placed in exactly the right spots, waiting to take hostages to the blue team’s “jail”. The more players the red team lost, the better. You’d also given two of the most observant and experienced fighters the job of guarding your flag. Guards must always be on alert, and you couldn’t risk them getting distracted and allowing the other team to steal the victory. 

When Luke finished talking, you cleared your throat. “I don’t believe there are any misunderstandings between us regarding the plan. I have no doubt that we will emerge victorious.” 

He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate your confidence.” 

“I have a good reason to believe we’ll win,” you said, leaning your head against his arm. “When we work together, we rarely lose.” 

You sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the peaceful moment. You loved having time alone with Luke. It was becoming rarer and rarer, especially now that he was a camp counselor. But he did everything in his power to make time for you. 

After all, you were his best friend, his most loyal ally.

Nothing, not even the gods, could tear you away from him.

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“Fuck-I swear to the fucking gods, if someone stole it…gods dammit…LUKE!” 

You screamed for your best friend, who came rushing over, almost tripping over himself. 

“What? What happened?” he said breathlessly, scanning you for any sign of injury. 

“Someone took my chest plate,” you seethed. “Everyone knows what mine looks like, they must’ve stolen it to fuck with my head.”

“Hey,” Luke said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Relax. I’ll figure out who took it and bring it back here, I promise.” 

“It was probably Vander,” you muttered, internally shuddering as you thought about the son of Ares. “He’s just mad because I beat his ass in a race earlier today.” 

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “I bet you’re right. Stay here and put the rest of your armor on, I’ll go get your chest plate back.” 

Before you could protest, he removed his hands from your shoulders and dashed out the door, leaving you alone in the armory. 

And within minutes, Luke returned, holding your beloved piece of armor and wearing a triumphant grin. You noticed that his knuckles were slightly bruised, but didn’t need to ask why.

Luke had a habit of getting even with anyone who messed with you.

.

.

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“Campers,” Chiron’s baritone voice echoed throughout the forest clearing. “I know most of you are familiar with the rules, but I must go over them to ensure none are forgotten. I want a fair and clean fight.” 

You barely refrained from rolling your eyes. The Ares cabin never fought fair, of course their opponents would stoop to their level in order to win. 

As Chiron went over the rules, you took the opportunity to size up the red team, who was standing on the other side of Zephyros Creek. 

Dionysus, Demeter, and Aphrodite weren’t the largest concern. Yes, they could fight, but they weren’t nearly as ruthless as the Ares cabin. 

You hated most of the Ares kids. Even though your father had a close relationship with their father, you couldn’t stand their obnoxious bickering and unethical warfare tactics. 

Unlike your father, you believed that death should only come fairly. 

The Ares cabin were always out for blood during Capture the Flag, no matter who they were facing. And when they didn’t win…

Well, whoever was on the opposing team would face their wrath for weeks afterwards. 

“…and finally, all weapons and powers are fair game.” 

“Hang on,” a newly arrived daughter of Ares spoke up, pointing at you. “What about her creepy death powers? And can’t she fly? Isn’t that unfair?” 

Chiron shook his head. “As long as she doesn’t kill or maim anyone, she is allowed to use all powers at her disposal.” 

The girl scowled. “Fine.” 

“If there are no other objections,” Chiron spoke once more. “Let the game begin!” 

The sound of a conch blowing followed his declaration. Luke immediately began giving orders, making sure to use every one of the twenty minutes given to organize the team before the combat began. 

You followed behind him closely, ensuring he didn’t forget any details of the plan. You preferred to to let him talk to the other campers, as he was a friendlier face. When you had tried explaining strategies in the past, people who were supposed to be listening got distracted, either due to fear or your non-assertive tone. 

After all of the campers were briefed, you and Luke turned to each other. 

“I should head to my post,” you began, tightening your forearm guard one last time. “Make sure that everyone is positioned exactly as we discussed.“ 

Luke nodded. “Of course.” He held out his hand, and you clasped it firmly. “The next time you see me, I’ll be holding the red team’s flag.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” you replied, giving him a confident smile. “Good luck, and stay safe.” 

“You too,” Luke said. You expected him to leave after that, but instead, he leaned forward to give you a swift kiss on the cheek. Then, he turned on his heel and raced into the depths of the woods, leaving you feeling as if Zeus had struck you with his master bolt. 

Quickly shaking off the feeling, you gripped the hilt of your weapon, a dual-ended sword made of Celestial Bronze and Stygian Iron. 

You had a game to win.

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The campers around you erupted into cheers as Luke hoisted the red team’s flag above his hair triumphantly. He had a euphoric grin on his face as he shook hands with his teammates and congratulated them on a job well done.

You watched the celebration from several feet away, sitting on the dirt ground and resting your head against a tree. It had been a long game, and you’d almost passed out from over-exerting your powers. 

Perhaps you should have run to where your front lines were compromised instead of flying. 

But it didn’t matter now. Your team won, that was the important thing. 

Luke came jogging over to you, holding a small metal water bottle. He knelt down next to you, and placed the canteen in your hands. 

“Drink this,” he instructed. “You look like you’re about to faint.”

You gave him a tired smile, and unscrewed the bottle. Taking a small sip, you immediately recognized the sweet taste of nectar. “Thanks, that helped a lot.” 

Luke took off his helmet, freeing his disheveled curls. He also looked physically tired, but the adrenaline from winning the game was clearly keeping him in an energetic state. “You did great out there today.”

“Not nearly as great as you,” you said, downing half of the bottle of nectar in one go. If it had been a normal-sized canteen, consuming half of the contents would’ve killed you. Luckily, you were smart enough to refrain from ingesting enough nectar to burst into flames. “You’ve been dubbed the best swordsman of the century for a reason.”

Luke chuckled, giving you a gentle nudge. “Careful now, don’t go inflating my ego.”

“It doesn’t need any inflating anyways,” you joke, giving him a teasing smirk. 

“Fair enough,” he agreed, and extended a hand to help you stand up. “Seriously though, I’m glad you’re on my side. Otherwise I’d be fucking terrified of crossing you.” 

You smile proudly, and grabbed his hand. He pulled you onto your feet, and slung an arm across your shoulder. 

“I’ll always be on your side, Luke. As long as you’re on mine.”

“Of course, angel. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[star-going-supernova]

Idea!! Evan and Gregory could swap places for funsies? They’d dress the same and pull a Fred and George Weasley. Like “I’m Gregory- no I’m Gregory!”

This is very much inspired by The Parent Trap, lol. 

Who’s Who

Steven slipped through the crowd of children with the ease of someone who’d been doing it for years. The munchkins barely noticed him, too high on the first-night thrill of being away from their parents for the next six weeks. 

He was doing a mental check of the brats (affectionate) assigned to his cabin because the sooner he got good at remembering everyone’s name and face, the better. Introducing himself to those he passed by, he counted off one, two, three, four—

It was when he got to his seventh camper that he started to have trouble. Recognizing the stripped shirt from earlier—he’d helped Gregory check in—he called out, “Gregory?” as he approached the boy from behind. 

But both the boy he’d been aiming for and the boy beside him—also wearing a stripped shirt, and now Steven couldn’t remember if Gregory’s had been blue or black—turned around and said, “Yeah?” 

Steven ground to a halt, staring between the two. They had nearly identical messy brown hair, a light smattering of freckles across their cheeks, and were both blinking up at him with wide, innocent brown eyes. 

“I’m looking for Gregory?” Steven said slowly. He wasn’t proud of how uncertain he sounded.

“That’s him,” both boys said in sync, pointing at the other. “I’m Evan.” 

“…Evan,” Steven repeated. 

They nodded. He was no closer to determining which child was Gregory. 

Narrowing his eyes, Steven leaned down and carefully watched their expressions. He’d been doing this camp counselor gig for a while, and he wasn’t about to be bested by a pair of miscreants (still affectionate). 

The boy with the black stripped shirt smirked at him. The one in the blue stripped shirt raised his eyebrows. The former had a faint scar on his right cheek. The latter had a slightly gnarlier one mostly hidden beneath his bangs. He made a mental note about them; they’d be a good indicator for who was who in the future.

“You’re Gregory,” he decided, pointing at the blue-shirted, forehead scar kid. “And you’re Evan.” He nodded at the black-shirted, cheek scar kid. 

The boys exchanged identical looks of amusement. “Sure,” Cheek Scar said. “We can go with that.” 

“If it helps,” Forehead Scar added, “we’re both in your cabin.”

“Lucky me,” Steven said drily.

Forehead Scar, who may or may not have actually been Gregory, rolled his eyes. “I just mean you can cross us both off your list even if you’re not really sure who’s who.” 

“I’ll figure it out.” 

In perfect harmony, both boys said, “No, you won’t.” And they even grinned identically too. 

“Use your powers for evil only with other counselors, and I won’t go looking at camper registration pics to solve the mystery,” Steven bargained. 

The kids exchanged a glance laden with silent communication and then gave him synchronized nods. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” Forehead Scar said. 

“We’ll try not to give you too much trouble,” Cheek Scar promised, all mischief. He’d be the greater troublemaker, or maybe instigator, of the two of them, Steven was suddenly sure. But which boy that made him, he still had no idea. 

Accepting the compromise—you had to know when to push and when to just let kids do their thing, being a camp counselor—Steven stood up straight again. “Atta boys. If you cover those scars, you could probably pull of some real good alibis. But you didn’t hear it from me.” 

Beaming widely, one brat snapped off a sassy salute and the other zipped his lips shut in promise, and yeah, Steven was never going to figure out who was who.

[iwashie]

˜”°•.Marc Snuffy as your S/O (18+).•°”˜ (gn!reader)

One in a Million. There’s no other man like you.

Green flag!

Ah, the boyfriend, friend, counselor, father if need be, all rolled into one.

The calm, understanding, and encouraging partner. The push you need when you’re unsure of things.

He doesn’t mind talking about your relationship, but he prefers to keep it private so people don’t hurt you.

Age doesn’t matter much to him, younger or older is just a label. He loves you for what you show him.

“Wicked games,” partner.

Boyfriend who has made mistakes in the past and does everything to make it right with you.

Physical contact, words of affirmation, and quality time are his love languages.

Boyfriend who likes to take you out to dinner in open places, expensive or cheap restaurants, the important thing is to be with you.

Boyfriend who loves to hug and dance with you, kisses on your neck and ‘I love you’ whispered all the time.

He takes you camping, mountaineering, cycling, forces you to do some physical activity for your well-being, and because he likes to hear you complain, but always accepts what he proposes.

You two never fight. Conversation is always the first option and if you can’t talk, each one takes the time to cool down and talk.

Boyfriend “daddy issues” themed.

Affectionate nicknames only in Italian.

He loves to teach you Italian and is happy when you keep Italian with him or call him “amore.”

Partner who knows and loves to cook for you. He cooks while you tell him a story, drinking wine and making him laugh.- Cooks all your favorite dishes.

He likes it when you help him cook or teach you the best dishes.

Partner who always innovates showing that they love you.

The best and most expensive gifts for you.

He loves his car, but lets you drive it, on the condition that you don’t crash his most precious possession.

Boyfriend who likes to do the things you like. The dates are divided into things he likes and things you like.

Partner who prefers wine to beer, but drinks beer to go with you if you like it.

There’s always time for you, even if his schedule is full. He takes time just for you.

He is dating with plans to marry in the future.

Inside jokes and lots of laughs. He likes to joke with you, calling you “kid” or “elderly.”

Partner “you can wear whatever you want, I know how to fight”.

Boyfriend who likes to stay at home as much as he likes to go out.

Sundays are dedicated to parties with family and friends.

Old Italian money.

Partner who likes to buy books for you to read to him when you two are in bed. He likes to read to you while you’re on his lap.

Summer holidays were all over Italy, yachts, speedboats, boats, the most expensive tours.

Partner who loves to see you in the stands, wearing his shirt, and runs to kiss you after the game.

You’re practically Lorenzo’s parents.

Boyfriend who encourages you to have independence, but if you want to be a trophy wife, he doesn’t see a problem.

He feels a little jealous, but not obsessive. He trusts you above all else.

Likes old rock or old Italian romantic songs. Always sings to you while dancing with you.

Always “my partner will like this” or “my wife/husband said this the other day”.

“National Anthem,” partner.

Likes to always be touching you; Hand in hand, hand on waist, on the back of your neck, arms intertwined, embraced.

Boyfriend “damn papi, you’re a rare breed, no comparison and it’s motherfucking scary. Let a hoe know I ain’t sharing. You’re the type I wanna marry and keep you merry. I’ll put on a ring when you’re ready.”

Partner who loves to have calm and passionate sex, leaving you lost in so much love. Hands clasped, foreheads glued together, sweaty bodies glued together, slow kisses and loud moans.

“Last night you were screaming for this old man, carina”.

Boyfriend “I want to fuck you slowly with the lights on”.

He loves missionary to see your reactions, but he also likes you on top, your tits swaying in his mouth, struggling to receive his entire member. He likes to leave hand marks on your body.

Partner who eats you out for his own pleasure and eats you anytime. He likes to eat you in the car with the doors open in a secluded place. Wandering hands are also fun for him.

Baths together always, washes your hair and blows dry, puts soap on you, hot water and massages. He sleeps cuddling with you. He likes to be the bigger spoon or have you with your head resting on his chest.

Boyfriend “Salvatore”.

He would like to have children, but he respects your decision.

Boyfriend who would ask you to marry him on the field, the stadium packed, in one hand the World Cup and in the other the ring.

Groom who cried the whole wedding.

Husband, who is thankful every day for having the best family in the world.

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[unnervinglyferal]

ADHD grabbed me

Family is coming tomorrow and instead of getting more sleep I decided to sort coins

I stopped now

But like thats an hour gone

To sorting coins

Also the camp I’m going to specifically says not to bring any clothes that are offensive and I have no idea what that means

Like is my vest with a painting of Norman and the words “Look at my cock” offensive?

Is the band hoodie with a guy wearing nothing but a very tight speedo with a very noticeable bulge, bondage gear, and a pup hood, throwing a Molotov cocktail offensive?

Did they just mean don’t bring a shirt with hate speech on it?

I have no idea

Mom thought that maybe my vest might be offensive, but she didn’t think that the hoodie was

Which I was very confused by

Because I feel like out of the two the hoodie is probably more obscene

Than ya know the rooster joke

I’ll just have to ask a camp counselor once I’m there

Do you have enough space to pack both your own regular clothes, and emergency "boring clothes" in case your own clothes aren't acceptable? Do you have any normal people clothes just in case.

Bullshit rule though, they can't expect people to just know what to do with instructions that vague.

[yousaydisco]

NOT A DISCO FIC AT ALL (cleaning out the drafts 2)

7 months ago before I got into DE at all, I started writing a marvel fic and didn't finish that either.

Stucky, 5k words, pre-serum Steve, Modern AU

After spending hours applying to even the most demeaning, soul-breaking, bad-paying jobs he could find, Steve sits there refreshing his email. Nothing. Hit refresh. Nothing. Worry about rent. Regret college major. Hit refresh. Nothing. 

A red (1) suddenly appeared. He made sure to not get his hopes up before clicking. 

But he’s only human. As he read the email his mind wandered, hovering over numerous possibilities. His pulse quickened in excitement. He looked over his closet of an apartment. Glazed over the water damage on the ceiling, the pipes that rattle if he uses water, the stove with one working burner. 

Fuck it, he thought. And accepted the offer. 

—------

“Welcome, Campers!” An unnaturally perky boy greeted them once they walked from the parking lot to the camp’s entrance. He was wearing cargo shorts, a yellow T-shirt brandishing the camp’s logo and name, and holding a clipboard like a professional. His sandy blonde hair was cut short. 

“We’re not the campers.” The girl standing next to Steve said, her voice dripping in malice. He glanced over and saw bright red hair and dark-as-sin eyeliner. When their eyes met she smirked and he looked back.

“I’m just practicing.” The perkiness dropped and now it was all business. “Now: I’m head counselor Coulson. We only have one week before the campers actually get here. As prospective counselors, you’re in charge of setting everything up. Line up and I’ll assign you your cabin and working area.”

Like ducklings, the adults lined up single file and started moving toward the mother duck. Or, er, the one in charge. Steve felt a tap on his shoulder. 

“What are you in for?” The red-haired girl asked with a smirk. Was she always chewing gum or did she start after Coulson started talking? 

“The money.” He said, partially confused. 

She nodded. Shrugged. Of course, yeah, the money. 

“Are you here for another reason?”

“Court-ordered community service.” She said. Steve did not know her enough to tell if her smirk signified it was sarcasm or if it was true and she was going ‘what are ya gonna do?’. 

Maybe we should back up a bit. 

Camp Pinely has been a source of joy and summer fun for generations of children and that includes Steve way back in 1996. He went for several years and it was so much more than just a place where he was childish and free, it was the first time he felt like he wasn’t being held back by his health and body. It was a place that, even a decade later, he always thought back to. And in his worst moments, he fantasized about reliving those moments, yearning for the easy childhood and sick of the tedious adult life.

The email that was sent to him was clearly not official. It was professionally written, but unlike a lot of companies who are reaching out for employment, it was obvious that this wasn’t written by some bot or a copy-and-pasted format. It was sent by someone whose name he didn’t recognize, a Nick F., but they recalled some very specific moments of Steve attending the camp. Said he heard it from the previous camp director, Erskine. Steve remembers him - a gentle man with a German accent that only got stern when a big prank went very wrong, only then did he raise his voice. Not even out of anger but strictly out of worry. A practical and easy-going guy. Sucks that he isn’t around anymore.

The email went on to say that with the change of overhead, as the new camp director, he specifically wants a batch of counselors that already have an attachment of the camp. Said something about there being a special factor in a counselor who was previously a camper.

He also said something about there being a weekly stipend, a place to live for the summer, free food, and if it goes well a repeat job for next summer.

When Steve got close to Coulson it felt like he was struck by a bolt of lightning. “Oh, hey! Phil, right?” 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He said. It was clipped, business-like, but not necessarily cold or closed off. “Rogers. . . you’re in Staff Cabin 2, and you’re in charge of the arts and crafts station.” He handed Steve a camp T-shirt in X-Small, a map of the campsite, and a first-aid kit. 

“Weren’t you a camper here in the 90s?” He knew he was holding up the line now so he tried to make it quick. “I’m pretty sure we 

Phil looked up from the clipboard and a spark of recognition flares in his eyes. “Oh yeah, Rogers!” He looks like he has something to say but then he looks behind him and he must see the scary redhead smirking again and he looks back. “We’ll catch up later, alright?”

Steve nods and starts walking to Staff Cabin 2. He wasn’t the first one to get checked in but apparently, he was the first one to get assigned to this cabin since no one else was there. It was remarkably a lot like the cabins that he stayed in as a kid, except they seem to have decided that counselors are too old for bunk beds. As soon as you walk in there’s the living/sleeping space with several cots pushed against the walls. On the left wall is the gigantic walk-in closet that they are expected to share (no hangers provided, though). Inside is a floor-length mirror. If you keep walking straight as you enter the cabin you’ll find yourself in the attached bathrooms. Two toilets, two sinks, and two showers closed off with curtains. There are six beds in here, but if he ends up rooming with a bunch of shower hogs he could sneak off to a different staff cabin, probably. 

Steve changes into the camp T-shirt. It is a very pale, sunflower yellow, with a forest of green pine trees in the center along with the camp name. It’s clearly a brand new shirt but the design would have you think it’s been through the wash several times. Designed imperfections. It was the perfect size for him, still a little roomy, even. When he examined his pale complexion in the mirror he was comforted by the knowledge that he has the opportunity this summer to gain a natural tan. Not look so. . . ghostly. 

“Everyone hold on to your undies I am - “ A voice blasted from the living area of the cabin. “The first one here. Awesome.” 

Steve popped out from the closet. “Sorry to bust your bubble.” 

The guy that just arrived looked to be younger than Steve - maybe 20, 21 or so. He had a naturally stern face that was canceled out by his jovial, energetic body and facial language. He was only slightly taller than Steve, who stood at 5’5”. 

“Another short king!” He exclaimed and bounded his way towards Steve. “Changing in the closet when you’re already alone? Jeez, I thought I had body issues. I’m Tony.”

Steve gets the impression that this guy often comes off as prickly and inappropriate when he introduces himself, but there is a natural openness that leaves Steve feeling that he’s just trying his best. “Steve.” He held out his hand to greet him, mostly out of habit. His mom may have raised him a bit old-fashioned, but it’s never bad to be polite.

“Nice to meet ya, Steve.” Tony looked at his outstretched hand like it confused him, and Steve almost pulled it back but Tony grabbed it. Except not in the traditional way, he pulled it closer to his chest and did a figuration that was attempting to be cool, hip, and trendy. Steve tried his best to follow. After that, Tony tossed his duffel bag on one of the beds with too much force before plopping his entire body on that bed with it, causing the metal bars to squeak and briefly lift off the ground. “I got a question for you, Steve. Are you perhaps part vampire? Or an avid fan of the Twilight series? I’m not judging but I want to know if you’re going to try and get some of this sweet, sweet blood while I’m dreaming of honeybunnies.” 

“Honeybunnies?” Steve raises his eyebrows.

“You know, girls.” He stretches out on the twin bed, getting. You would think by looking at him that it was 10 at night, not right before lunch. “I’m not secretly some internet furry. Not that kind of degenerate. Unless you are, then it's not degenerate at all.”

Steve nodded, even though nothing was made any clearer. In fact he was left even more confused. “I think bunking with you will be very interesting.”

It wasn’t long before more boys filed into the cabin and started picking their cots. Steve made sure to pick one near Tony, partly because he thought it would be more interesting and partly because he was sure that Tony could accidentally and seriously upset someone else, and this way it will preemptively smooth over some bumps.

He quickly figures out that this cabin is for the second half of the alphabet - Tony’s last name turns out to be Stark. And all boys, so it must be split so there’s two staff cabins for the boys and two for the girls. 

As more and more come in to claim cots, talk to each other, start changing out there in the open, Steve starts to feel like he’s drowning in the testosterone. Maybe coming here was a mistake. He didn’t consider at all that he will have to be closeted the entire summer, surrounded by several athletic men around his age. Doing physical activities, sleeping in tight quarters, and there’s a lake so he has to think of many excuses to not be caught there swimming. He tries to relax - things are better than when he was a child - and he goes outside for a fresh breath of air. 

He sits on the steps and looks out to the cabin directly ahead, labeled Staff Cabin One. Immediately his plan to catch his breath fails because in the doorway stood someone he hadn’t seen in a decade. Since the last year he ever attended the camp.

To make it worse, he grew up so well. He’s practically an adonis now, except with brown hair. But he is lean, well-fit, with his hair in a stylish quiff that fell just above his eyes. From his memory Steve recalled the color perfectly - chocolate brown, with specks even darker sprinkled throughout. He was wearing jeans slightly too tight so it showed off his figure, with his shirt tucked in to further enhance the shape of his waist.

Steve didn’t mean to openly ogle him for so long. Eventually, Bucky turned to catch his eye. He froze, immediately recognizing Steve. He was mid-laugh, but now his face was dropped and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Well, shit. He has been caught. If he gets up and walks somewhere, or goes back inside, it would be obvious that he was staring obsessively. Panicking, he let his eyes slide to the other people around. Staying casual. 

Eventually, Bucky turns back around and Steve takes this as his opportunity to go to the mess hall. 

—------

It’s summer, 1998. Steve is fifteen years old. This is his third year in a row attending Camp Pinely. He didn’t know it at the time, but it was his final year. 

There was one week left of the summer. He had had a blast - he went canoeing, beat his record of eating 7 smores before getting sick, and made a ton of new friends. One friend in particular he was very happy to have made. 

One friend in particular he was alone with inside the boathouse, near the lake shore. Children were not supposed to be in there, only adults, because there were tools and fishnets and it had a weird smell. But it was the only place for privacy and what they were doing needed to be done in private. 

They were kissing. Steve’s first-ever kiss, and probably Bucky’s too but he never got a confirmation on it. He had had a crush on him all summer, and now they were there! Steve hadn’t even set this up - as if he would have had the guts to - Bucky slipped him a note during lunch to meet him inside. It all felt so romantic. 

There was laughter outside. Steve didn’t pay it any mind because there were kids playing in the lake, with the watch of a few counselors to make sure they didn’t drown. He should have paid it some mind. The laughter got steadily closer to the shack until suddenly they were bathed in sunlight. 

Before Steve could register they had been walked in on, Bucky shoved him as forcibly as he could. There was a split second where their eyes met and Bucky looked terrified before he turned to what turned out to be his friends and started making exaggerated gagging sounds. “He tricked me! Before I realized what was happening he closed the door and pounced on me!” Then he repeated a word that Steve would rather not recall. 

They were all laughing at him. He tried to run free but they were closing him off, surrounding him. Treating him like a disgusting animal that had to be trained to know better. Before it got too bad - as in, violent and genuinely unsafe which sadly happens a lot of the time - one of the adult counselors finally noticed and yelled to break it up. Steve used that opportunity to break free and run away. 

He didn’t have a planned destination, but he was crying. And running. And with his poor health and terrible lungs, he quickly had trouble breathing. He made it to the nurse’s station in time and Nurse Helen was there to help him.

This is also one of the few places on the campsite that had a phone they could use to call home. Sarah Rogers got a particularly distressing call from her weeping, hysterical son and raced there. Within two hours Steve was home early, planning to never return. 

How did he forget? He must have blocked it off with true efficiency. It was hidden so well in the library of his mind that it didn’t even register as there.

What are the chances that he could avoid Bucky for the entire summer? It’s not like they’re campers anymore, they’re here to work. He remembers the arts and crafts section as only needing one, maybe two counselors at the most. If he put his head down and did his job then maybe he could put the past behind him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” a scratchy voice broke him out of his thoughts. Only now did he fully realize that he was sitting at a table in the mess hall, stabbing some tater tot casserole in front of him. He must have been on autopilot for the last ten minutes.

In front of him is the intimidating red-headed girl looking at him with a quirked eyebrow. And her smirk.

“Sorry,” who knows how long she was sitting there with a dinner partner not even registering he was on the same planet. 

She shrugged like it made no difference to her that he wasn’t talking. Steve finally took a bite out of his lunch. Any sort of crunch it was supposed to have has been effectively destroyed by Steve’s mashing of it with a fork, but it is still cheesy and potato-y so it’s all good. 

“What’s your name, by the way?” Steve asked, diverting away from her question. 

“Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you, Natasha.” He doesn’t try to shake hands. “I’m Steve.”

They start talking. She doesn’t get any less intimidating but Steve does start to get comfortable around her, weirdly enough. They eventually start to talk about their assigned workstations. Steve learned that Natasha is his partner for the arts and crafts station.  

“Do you have a background in the arts?” He was directly told in the email that he was offered this position due to his degree in graphic design. 

“In a way.” She says. He has learned that Natasha is the type of person who eats her food completely in segments. Main portion first, vegetables next, then fruit, then her sweet treat at the end. Taking small sips throughout so that she finishes it with her last bite. “I got caught tagging in a public place, this is my court-ordered community service.”

Steve nods. “Alright.”

At the end of the meal he finally got to put a face and voice to Nick F., since he took the front of the room and started an announcement. He was an older man, the only actual grown adult in a sea of young adults trying to find their place in society, completely bald and an aura of Military Bred Sterness. 

“Thank you all for coming.” His voice is booming and deep. He did not have to do a fake cough or ask for anyone’s attention. As soon as he starts talking everyone quiets down and turns their heads. “I am Nick Fury, you may recognize me as the one who offered you the job not that long ago. This summer is a unique opportunity for us all, as it is my first year as the camp administrator and you alls first year as counselors. If you need anything, please report to my right-hand man Phil Coulson.” The professional man from earlier raised his hand and waved at everyone, smiling. “He will let me know if I need to be involved. There is a large amount of trust you all have been gifted. Do not let me down.” The vibe of the entire mess hall turned anxiously icy. Nick left without another word. Slowly but surely the chatter started to come back. 

“Do you know that guy?” Natasha asked him.

“As well as anyone here does,” Steve said. He was confused about how he gave off the impression that he was particularly close to Fury.

“No, that guy.” Natasha pointed behind Steve’s left shoulder. He turned and saw that Bucky was staring holes into the back of his head with huge, sad puppy dog eyes. A spark of anger flared up inside him. Where does he get off to stare at him so sad? When he was directly the cause of one of the worst moments of Steve’s life? Second only to watching his mother wither away to illness as a stupid nineteen-year-old studying art and not something that could have helped him, like medicine.

He holds it in, however. Steve doesn’t so much as roll his eyes before turning back to Natasha. “I don’t think I do.” he was never a good liar and that is a statement he found easier to stand behind. 

“He seems to know you.” Thankfully she saw something she found more interesting than picking at Steve’s drama so abruptly got up and left to talk to someone else. Sitting there alone felt like he was a sitting duck, or that there was something else he should be doing, so he tossed out his plate and left the mess hall as well. 

Something he doesn’t get to know is that immediately after Natasha left, Bucky excused himself from his own table and started making his way over to him. If Steve had waited a few seconds more he would have been caught. But no, Steve had walked out of the mess hall leaving Bucky standing there, silently, slowly lowering his arm that he raised to tap Steve on the shoulder.

He might have enjoyed the feeling of schadenfreude. If he caught it. 

Instead, Steve started walking around, slowly. Looking at everyone else milling around. People watch. Enjoy the environment. 

The thing he noticed the most was just how empty this gigantic campsite felt with only a handful of the counselors. Maybe as they get to work it’ll feel more active, and definitely once the campers get here. But it’s a lot of blank space right now. He made his way back to his cabin. 

On the steps of the cabin, sitting on the little porch area they were given, was Tony and another guy playing with a chemistry set. Where it came from, he couldn’t tell. But he could see a ton of white smoke from several yards away. Steve jogged to them.

“Are you making bombs?!” He gasped at them. Even though it was only a few yards he was already out of breath. He prays that a week is enough time to work up to anything better than appearing to be knocking on death’s door. 

“Eddy!” Tony legitimately brightened up to see him. 

“Who?!”

“You! Because you’re pale.” As if that explained anything. The other boy added something to the vial producing all the smoke and it turned from white to blue. Tony continued yapping. “Vampires are pale, and you’re a huge fan of Twilight it’s like the only thing I know about you. Someone in that movie is named Edward. Eddy is short for Edward, boom. That’s how a nickname is born.” 

A lot was happening for Steve in this moment.

“Who are you?” Steve turns to the new guy.

“Bruce Banner.” In one hand he adjusts his glasses, the other he holds out to greet Steve. Finally, some good manners in this place. He takes is gladly. 

“Nice to meet you. I’ve never actually seen Twilight.” He tells Bruce, who nods and shrugs. “What are you guys doing?”

Tony immediately launches into a monologue about science, chemical measurements, a bunch of words that Steve doesn’t process at all. The information he does gather: Bruce brought the chemistry set just because he’s that kind of guy, they both suffer a severe allergy to the outdoors that presents in a severe distaste of the smell (Steve may prefer the indoors slightly more than the average person but he doesn’t smell anything else but pine and dirt), and they were making something preferable to their sensitive proclivities. 

By now they were gathering a crowd. Tony and Bruce looked at each other, smiled wickedly, and dropped the last component into their mixture and ran like Hell. Tony grabbed Steve’s arm to drag him to a safer distance right before their mixture exploded into a mini mushroom cloud and the whole area for miles smelled of vanilla and marshmallow fluff.

“I never should have doubted you.” Steve said to Tony, who grinned in pride. The two of them get cheers, whoops, and celebratory pats on the back from the people nearest to them. 

“It’ll only last a couple of hours.” Bruce assures everyone. 

The good vibes stay consistent until that night, the first campfire of the summer. It’s good for Steve to know that even the counselors take part in this tradition: having a campfire after the sun goes down, everyone having fire cooked food like hot dogs and smores. You’ll eat more smores at Camp Pinely than you’ll ever have in the rest of your life. 

It’s great bonding. An opportunity to check-in. Memories are embedded in the traditions, traditions in the memories. 

Steve sits on the same log as Tony and Bruce and somehow he finds himself in the middle. Tony talked enough that Steve rarely had to say anything, and Bruce almost never. Thankfully he’s a funny little guy, Steve found himself laughing quite often. On the log across from them, separated by the fire, sits Natasha, Phil, and another guy that Steve hasn’t met yet. He can assume that his last name appears earlier in the alphabet since he hadn’t seen him move into his cabin earlier. 

He’s having a good time so it takes a while for him to notice Bucky is around him again. In fact, he doesn’t even notice until Bruce gets up to go to the bathroom and within seconds Bucky slides into his seat.

“That seat’s taken, buddy.” Tony said, thankfully, because Steve was flabbergasted into silence at the action. At the pure audacity of this guy. 

“I’ll just be here for a minute.” Bucky said and shot Tony a charismatic, smoozing smile. A smile that Steve can bet gets him anything that he wants. Bucky turns back to Steve and drops the smile, instantly looking uncertain and anxious. 

“Hey, I just - I’m James. I don’t know if you remember me.” He’s wiping his palms on his jeans.

‘Oh my god’ Steve thought. ‘He’s actually introducing himself to me?’ Maybe he was too good of an actor earlier, those times he didn’t meet his eyes must have really fooled him. Certainly, it would be easier for him if Steve admits he does remember, whatever plans Bucky has. He could make him squirm and say no, could see if doesn’t admit his past and sees it as wiping his hands free of it. 

That’s not something his mom would want him to do.   

“You go by ‘James’ now?” Steve questioned. He remembers little Bucky hating that name, wouldn’t even answer if you addressed him by it. If Steve didn’t recognize him by his looks then he absolutely wouldn’t have remembered him as ‘James’.

For a second he brightened up. Overjoyed that Steve remembered him. But then his face falters, he turns away, coughs. Being remembered for what he did is not a good thing.

“Could we talk? In private?” 

There’s a lot of shit that Steve doesn’t want to do and that includes being alone with Bucky Barnes again. After what happened last time. It must have been written clearly on his face because Bucky tilts his head. “Please?” he is practically - no, Literally, begging.

By now Bruce has come back and he is standing there, silently. Wanting his seat back but not wanting to ask for it. Steve would like as few people as possible to be reminded of what happened back in ‘98.

“Fine.” Bucky sighs in relief and they both get up. Bruce gets his seat back. 

Steve lets Bucky lead the way. Turns out to be back at the staff cabins. Bucky opens the door to walk in there but Steve planted his feet on the porch. “Here’s fine.” 

Bucky relented and closed the door. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m not going to beat around the bush.” He’s wiping his hands on his jeans again. Were his hands always sopping wet or is he just nervous to the point of a literal panic attack right now?

Steve crosses his arms and doesn’t say anything. He gestures, get on with it. 

“I think about that summer. A lot.” Bucky ran his hand through his hair. “And not just - not just what I did wrong. But all of it. It was a great summer. Before I fucked it up at the end. Not that hearing that is any help to you.” 

“What happened to not beating around the bush?”

“You’re right. Fuck. I’m not good at this.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really fucking sorry.”

Steve nodded. “Is that it?” He made a move to leave. Bucky stepped in front of him, making a move to stop him, but not blocking off the exit. Steve could keep walking but he stops. He should hear him out, no matter how much he doesn’t want to. 

“I know it is too little too late. I know that I did something truly shitty. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life. I’m fucking haunted by it, believe it or not.” 

“Why not say something sooner?” Steve betrays himself to ask. He doesn’t even care that much about the answer but it was the first thing that came to his mind. And it exited his mouth almost immediately. 

“I was scared. I couldn’t find you. I wanted to do it in person. I didn’t know how to say it. Take your pick.” He looked so sincerely and earnestly sad that, despite his best efforts, Steve melted a little bit. “The only reason I accepted the position here is on the off chance that you also got an offer. I swear to God.” 

In the background, he saw the campfire being extinguished and everyone starting to stagger their way to bed. “I have to go.” 

It was all he could manage to say.

Bucky didn’t try to stop him this time. Steve went to his cabin and straight to bed. He wished he could say he went to sleep, but his mind was racing with Recently Overturned Trauma and he was lucky if he got multiple hours of rest at all.       

[automatismoateo]

(2nd Update) My(f18) brother(m20) used to touch me, but my parents didn't believe me, and he landed a weekend job working with kids in the fall via /r/atheism

(2nd Update) My(f18) brother(m20) used to touch me, but my parents didn't believe me, and he landed a weekend job working with kids in the fall

TL;DR: My brother has mostly stopped bothering me since my update, but he returned as a camp counselor last summer and landed a winter weekend class counselor job currently that's strictly for gymnastics, and I'm worried he's stopped bothering me because he's hurting someone else

https://www.reddit.com/r/atheism/comments/rftvr4/update_myf16_brotherm18_used_to_touch_me_but_my/

Don't really feel like rewriting my post, so I'll leave a link to the first two I made. I'll be graduating in the spring, and my brother said he might be moving out at some point this year, but he didn't say when. My parents aren't kicking him out though. He wants to stay with a roommate, but it's not a guarantee yet. I might be graduated before he does. I was 16 when I made my first post, and he was 18. He is now 20, but he's been touching me since he was like 16. I didn't say this in my first post, but there would be times when he'd come into my room when I was sleeping and try to open my legs into a split back when I did gymnastics. And when I woke up sometimes, he'd just run off, and my parents wouldn't believe me when I told them. They only say something sometimes if they see it, but even if they do, they always say he's just playing and that I'm overreacting. But since my last post, he barely touched me at all, and he's been busy with a new part time job/classes, and he has 2 of them. However, that's why I'm making this post

I had one of my friend's parents give a call to the gymnastics gym where he landed a summer counseling job in my first post, but he still landed the job. I had her call because he used to joke about gymnastics being "acceptable porn that parents sign their kids up for" by putting them in gymnastics because the leotards were "basically underwear", and he said that anyone can just sit in a parking lot and watch without anyone knowing. Some people said to call CPS in my update, and I have called since. Nothing's happened though, and I asked my friend's mom to call too. I also didn't tell relatives because I don't want them telling my parents who said that I'm trying to ruin my brother when I talk to them

My brother returned as a gymnastics counselor last summer, and I guess it's because I had no proof when my friend's mom called. However, he also landed a weekend class through the winter that's strictly for gymnastics and isn't multisport like the summer camp, and he works with mostly preteens. My fear is that he's stopped touching me since because he's maybe doing something to someone there. But when I called the gym myself since my update and asked them not to tell my parents, he still works there now, and it makes me miserable. I've tried to have my phone record him at home since people suggested it, but he's almost stopped since my update which makes me nervous he's hurting someone else. Is there anything I can do about his job because it's making me really uneasy

Submitted February 26, 2023 at 01:05AM by throwraneptune (From Reddit https://ift.tt/YJuacg3)

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pirateborn​ asked: 😬 [ uvu this can apply for either marinehero or soulsolid is up to you

Send 😬 for me to suggest an unfitting/terrible AU for your muse(s). (Still Accepting!)

Why would I limit myself just one? I’ll give them each a suggestion lol!

Garp: Camp Counselor AU - Honestly Garp would probably have a blast and would thrive in this AU. The kids under his care...less so. I’m imagining the camp’s motto is “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and he lives by this. He’s enrolled Luffy, Sabo, and Ace in the camp. They’re all desperately trying to survive and escape back to civilization.

Brook: Vuvuzela Player AU - Brook is an incredible musician, but he lacks lips and tongue. Both are vital for this instrument. It also only plays one note: B Flat. So he can’t even play Bink’s Sake on it. Darkest timeline.

[dawnagustd]

no rest for the wicked || jjk

➼ title: no rest for the wicked

➼ pairing: camp counselor!jungkook x camp director!female reader

➼ genre/au: angst | a little fluff | smut | suspense/thriller | light humor | camp crystal lake au | friday the 13th au | enemies to lovers | slight unrequited love | idiots to lovers

➼ summary: Camp Crystal Lake is under new management. You’ve come back to your old hometown to gather some work experience before graduation. You know the dark history surrounding these grounds, but the real challenge is going to be hot guy standing in your kitchen, the same guy that made you leave in the first place.

➼ word count: 7k

➼ warnings: strong language | bickering | mentions murder & massacres | urban legends? | pranks | mild violence(not really descriptive) | mentions death | snakes | a bunch of arguing | mentions smoking and cigarettes | mentions allergic reactions to roses | reader has tattoos | tension (sexual included) | dom!jungkook | switch!reader | choking | doggystyle | ass slapping/spanking | biting | scratching | marking | slight angry/hate sex | hair pulling | manhandling | clit play | thigh riding i guess? | protected sex | dirty talk | spitting | confessions | the ending is cute if you ask me lol | if i missed something please let me know

➼ rating: 18+

➼ a/n: hi! so I wanted to do something based on one of my favorite horror films, Friday the 13th. This story is not horror and the horror/gore listed above is only mentioned. However, I recommend googling what the movie is about before reading if you haven’t heard of it because I based my backstory off of it. This story is more suspenseful and humorous if you ask me and mainly focuses on the pairing’s relationship instead of the actual Jason Vorhees story. Anyway, I hope you like it. Also, I know this is unedited and rushed but this was a last minute idea. I’ll edit it and make it better in the future.

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Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake

The freshly painted sign lets you know that you’ve finally arrived at your destination. You’ve traveled over 800 miles and hiked through a slightly dense wooded area in order to reach your home for the summer. This all will be cleared by next week by the time camp officially opens for the children. For now, it’ll just be you and ten camp counselors that you’ll be supervising during your time here.

You accepted this job knowing the history of this place, and the tragedies that have occurred. But out-of-state school costs are expensive, and it’s been over 40 years since the original owners shut down the camp. After all this time, their children would like to bring innocence back to this place, and burn the horrific events that earned it the name Camp Blood.

People started calling it that in the 70s, after the grounds were terrorized by a vengeful masked murderer that sought after camp counselors he deemed unfit. The story says that it was all the wrath of a man whose son’s life was tragically lost due to the negligence of the employees.

There are some rumors that say his spirit still haunts the camp grounds every thirteenth Friday, symbolizing his son’s age at passing and the day of the week that it fell on—lurking for young adults who sneak off to fuck around in the woods instead of doing their job and monitoring the kids.

As if you weren’t already on edge walking the eerie grounds, tomorrow’s Friday and the calendar says May 13th. 

You sigh as the glimmering lake and renovated cabins come into view. At least you’ll have a proper place to lay your head tonight. Initially the property owners told you that the cabins probably wouldn’t be ready in time of your arrival, and that you’d have to set up a tent most likely. But you got a call last night saying that everything was taken care of and you could bring your things into the employee living quarters.

You find it quite easily since it’s the largest building on the property. Inside is the kitchen, two bathrooms, and bedrooms for the staff. It also houses your office, and you can’t wait to get in there and customize your space. Your hopes are to make it so comfortable and fit for you that you forget about the memories that plagued you when you passed through your old hometown earlier. Everyone should have moved on by now; it’s been three years, but to be safe you made sure your job was away from the city limits—and the people you once called friends.

Those people have been left in the past, especially him. You shiver every time you think of his name, and you quickly bury it in the back of your mind so you can forget once again. This is a step towards your future, and you plan to use these credentials on your resume. The director who brought life back to Camp Crystal Lake will open a lot of doors for you. You have all sorts of activities planned for the children. You just have to see what you’re working with first.

The hiring stage was conducted by the owners so you have no idea who will be working under you this summer. Their information is supposed to be sitting on your desk, so you’ll dive in as soon as you settle. You’re very excited to meet new people that love children as much as you do, and you’re sure whoever they’ve selected will be great employees. 

In fact, one of them is here a day early, and you’re relieved you won’t be spending the night on a deserted camp alone. The biggest smile adorned your face when you parked next to the black pick up truck in the lot, and it is still present as you step across the cabin’s threshold, positivity and optimism coursing through your veins while you look around the empty room.

“Hello! Anyone here?” you call out, but get no response. 

Shrugging, you set your bags by the door and venture further into the mostly open floor plan. There’s a hallway towards the back that leads to multiple rooms, so you opt for heading in that direction. The wooden floor creaks beneath your feet every time you take a step, and you know it’s something you’ll have to get used to. There’s also some noises coming from two doors to the right, so you shout once again to announce your presence. 

“Hey, it’s me, the new director. Are you decent?” Nervous laughter leaves your lips because you don’t want to literally catch someone with their pants down, or even worse, interrupt an active burglary or something. You can’t be certain that the car belonged to a camp counselor or ground’s keeper. “Hello?”

However, after one peek around the doorframe, you notice that there’s no intruder—just a guy jamming to music through his air pods while making himself a sandwich. You’re impressed by his moves, wishing you had half of his coordination. He seems to be around your age, but his back is facing you, and the only thing you can make out is his brown hair and muscular frame underneath his large clothing. 

Tattoos crawl up his right arm and disappear under the sleeve of his shirt. Your mind is already wondering where the trail stops. You’ve always admired body art and you even have a few tattoos yourself—but only in places that are easy to cover. Unfortunately, they aren’t really favored in your career path.

The man seems to be enjoying his alone time, but you figure you’ll at least tell him you’re here so he’s not alarmed when he eventually hears another pair of footsteps walking around.

You tap his shoulder, and try to introduce yourself one final time.

“Hey there, I’m—”

“What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of…me.”

You both stare at each other in total disbelief, but after a few seconds you realize that you aren’t dreaming, and that you’re actually standing face to face. Your shocked expressions transform into scowls of disgust. You’re the first to speak while he grabs his phone to pause his music.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?”

Never in a million years did you think you’d use that name again. It produces bile in your throat each time you pronounce just a syllable of it. He isn’t pleased to see you either, and his scornful eyes vividly display such feelings. They burn holes into your skull, but you imagine yours hold the same impact as you glare back at him. His hair may be shorter and his skin may now be littered with tattoos and piercings but those lips, those dark eyes—they haven’t changed one bit.

“I’m working, isn’t it obvious?” he finally scoffs out, resting his weight on the counter and grabbing his sandwich. He takes a bite before pointing at you, speaking throughout random gulps to swallow down his food. “Don’t tell me they hired your prude ass to watch children.”

Your weight shifts to one leg and you fold your arms. Offended by his tasteless insult, you decide to take a jab of your own.

“Worse,” you smirk while watching him take a sip of his milk, brows lifting with curiosity over the rim of the glass. “They hired me to look after you, asshole.”

Jungkook nearly chokes on his drink. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Deadass,” you gloat.

He turns away from you and looks towards the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. If you weren’t about to be under the same roof as him for three months, you’d laugh at how flustered he’s become. “This has got to be a joke man.”

“It isn’t, and if I were you I’d watch what I say to me because let's not forget who’s in charge of terminations from today forward.”

Jungkook’s arms fall to his sides when he hears those words. You find satisfaction in watching his tongue poke at his lip ring because you know you’ve struck a nerve. He turns in your direction again and he shakes his head. 

“I see you haven’t changed one bit,” he notes.

“And what do you mean by that, Jungkook?...because you haven’t changed so much yourself, you know? You’re still a jerk, and an annoying pain in my ass.” 

He starts walking towards you, and suddenly you recall the last thing he’s ever said to you. “This isn’t over, bitch. You’ll get yours.” You have no idea what those words meant, but they still give you chills—and for good reason.

You ratted him out to the principal. You had no choice; he was going to prank you again, but this time the results would have been really bad for you. For two weeks prior, you’d been receiving anonymous gifts at school. You suspected Jungkook from the moment you saw the handwriting on a note someone slipped in your locker. The admirer told you to meet them behind the gym during sixth period. Since you were a senior, fifth period was your last class. 

Imagine your surprise when you showed up early and found Jungkook standing in the meeting spot, waiting for you to arrive—a cigarette in one hand and a bundle of red roses in the other. You went directly to the principal’s office and he was escorted off campus shortly after. Jungkook was expelled only a few months before graduation and the entire school hated you for snitching, but what were you supposed to do? He was going to attack you.

“I’ll tell you what it means,” he says, stepping directly in front of you. He peers down at you through his lashes, asserting his dominance by using his larger stature. 

However, you don’t plan on backing down, no matter how much his aura intoxicates you. You focus on your anger towards him, the built up hatred you developed due to all the horrible pranks he’s orchestrated to embarrass you during high school. It’s all you need to remember what kind of jerk he is, picking on girls in front of his friends, but dodging them when he’s alone. He’s a coward, and you won’t bow down at his command.

“It means you’re still an evil ass kissing bitch, but I’m about to dry your cunt up real quick, sweetheart.” He gives you a lopsided grin before he continues. 

“You may be in charge, but this is my uncle’s property, and if anyone has to go, it’s going to be the girl who got his nephew expelled from high school. So if I were you…I’d watch what I said to me,” he chuckles coldly.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach following his words, but you ignore it and stand your ground. “All I did was tell the truth,” you whisper and Jungkook throws his head back in laughter.

“Are you delusional? You hearing yourself, right now?” 

He shakes his head and grabs his phone, abandoning his lunch as he prepares to leave. 

“You know what? Fuck it. Talking to you is like trying to get a brick wall to move. Just stay the hell away from me and we won’t have problems. I’ll sleep in my damn truck tonight.”

Jungkook brushes past you and exits the kitchen, leaving you alone to bask in bad memories you tried so hard to forget. You hated each other then and you hate each other now. However, the resentment comes from something much deeper than teenage rivalry. You know the tension between you is bound to come to a head at some point, and you just hope it isn’t here. 

It could ruin everything, and it’d be one more tally for Jungkook when it comes to embarrassing you. For now, you’ll try to step on egg shells when it comes to him. You’ll play nice and only communicate with him when necessary because this job is too valuable for you to lose it over someone like him. You begin cleaning up the mess he left behind with a heavy heart. “Ugh…Why me?”

May 13th, 2022

Well, it’s Friday evening and you haven’t heard a word from Jungkook since he stormed out of the cabin yesterday. He eventually came inside this morning to shower and eat, but has spent the majority of his time in his room. None of the others have arrived yet, but they aren’t on schedule until tomorrow. You still wish there was someone else here to distract you from the ominous feeling you get at night.

It’s always so quiet; even the wildlife isn’t active when the sun goes down. It’s like they know something is lurking—something dark and sinister. You didn’t get any sleep last night. You felt so isolated, so exposed in the middle of it all. If it wasn’t Jungkook invading your mind every time you close your eyes, it was the stories of this place told to you by your parents. 

All night you expected a man in a hockey mask to appear out of nowhere, and butcher you like he did previous counselors. There were some survivors, the employees who weren’t at the camp to fuck and party. You keep telling yourself that if his vengeful spirit were to return, or if someone followed in his footsteps—you’d be safe. But survivor’s guilt is real, and violence is never the answer. 

You don’t wish such a horrible death on anyone, not even Jungkook. So, of course, you were a bit worried about him being out there alone last night. Hopefully, tonight he’ll consider staying in here—for his sake and yours.

There isn’t much to do right now, so you’re lying on your bunk bed, looking through your phone. Your head lolls to the left and what you see makes your blood run cold.

“Oh my god!”

You jolt out of bed and slip on your sneakers when you see the dark colored creature slither across the floor. It retreats under the neighboring bunks and hides in the darkness, waiting for something to venture near so he can strike. You run out of your room faster than the speed of light, calling for Jungkook to come and help remove it.

“Why the fuck are you screaming?” 

His voice is rough and he’s obviously in a bad mood. You assume he was sleeping because he’s only wearing his sweats, not a shirt in sight. You almost forget the reason for calling him, but he snaps his fingers and you’re quickly brought back to reality.

You point towards your room and give him a nervous side-eye. Your voice trembles when you speak. “Under the bed. It’s a snake…a big one.”

His face shows nothing but annoyance. 

“Are you sure it isn’t just a sock?”

Your eyes expand, offended by his lack of urgency and seriousness for the matter.

“That thing moved!...Fuck it, I’m not sleeping here.” You try to leave, but his arm wraps around your waist before you can get by him. 

“Alright, just hold on. I’ll go check it out,” he sighs. 

When he withdraws you cannot ignore the way your body reacts to the loss of warmth, and you want to slap yourself for actually seeking after his touch. You’ll blame it on your lack of human interaction since you’ve been here. 

Jungkook steps into your room, but turns to you before he goes any further. “Can I use your phone? I need a flashlight.”

You nod and quickly pull it out of your cardigan’s pocket, placing it in his hand and allowing him to turn it on himself. Jungkook taps the flashlight icon on the lockscreen and approaches the center of the room. “It’s under the bed to your right. Please be careful. I don’t know what kind it is.”

He doesn’t say a word as he gets on his hands and knees, keeping a safe distance while he aims the light into the dark crevice. He squints his eyes and curses after only a few seconds of searching. 

“Oh, shit. That’s not good at all.” Jungkook gets on his feet and you immediately take notice of his flushed face. 

“Is it that bad?” you gulp, and to your worst fears Jungkook nods.

“The pupils are like diamonds; it most definitely is.”

He leaves the room, but doesn’t take his eyes off the snake’s hiding place. 

“What kind is it?”

He blows out a puff of air before he responds. His eyes are wide and in utter disbelief. “It looks like a moccasin, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. I just know it has to go.”

“Well, what do we do? I can call my dad but—”

“There’s some shit in the storage closet; I’ll get it,” he states calmly, placing your phone in your hand. “Make sure you keep an eye on the floor, and if it comes out, just stay away from it. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook is gone before you can get a word out, leaving you alone once again. Your mind can’t help but think about what would have happened if you’d put your feet down at the wrong time. You probably wouldn’t be standing here talking about it right now. What if you were alone? Help is miles away, and by the time anyone got to you, it’d be too late. 

That’s why you requested that someone with trained medical experience be here at all times, and according to his paperwork, he should be here tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. You’d sure appreciate it if he were here now, however. This isn’t safe by any means, and neither of you are professionally trained for this task.

“Has he moved?”

Jungkook returns with a bucket in one hand and what looks like snake tongs in the other. You make a mental note to go over the importance of safety when it comes to the local wildlife with everyone, especially the kids. A bite from a snake like this can be fatal to an adult, and a small child would have even less of a chance.

“No, it hasn’t moved. But Jungkook, I think we should call someone. This isn't safe,” you suggest.

“Your dad’s a cop. He’s never shown you how to grab a snake?”

“Yeah but…”

Jungkook laughs. “If you’re scared of snakes just say it. I’m not one to judge.”

“No! I’m just…kind of worried? Today is…you know.”

“Well, try not to be so superstitious,” he tells you before entering the room for a second time. “I’m gonna close the door so it can’t get out, okay?”

You want to protest, and your mouth opens to do just that, but he gives you a look and you instantly change your mind. “Okay.”

“See you in a bit,” he winks, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

About ten minutes later, the door opens again and Jungkook holds up the bucket in triumph. “Would you like to kiss your prince before he departs?”

You roll your eyes. 

“So what are you going to do with it now?”

He shrugs. “I guess I’ll put it on the porch. He should be fine overnight. I’ll wake up before dawn and take him on the other side of the lake where there’s more wilderness. I’ve been wanting to catch the sunrise anyway, so this works.”

“How do I know you won’t just go over there and kill it?” you jest, but Jungkook doesn’t think it’s funny. The second his expression changes, you realize that the joke should have never left your mouth. You quickly try to apologize. “Sorry, I—”

“Keep it.”

“Jungkook, I didn’t mean it like that,” you try to convince him.

“I don’t care. That’s your fucking problem; you never think before you open your damn mouth.”

You opened your mouth to apologize again, but instead you ended up giving him a piece of your mind.

“Excuse me? At least I’m not a coward. You used to be cocky when you were with your little clique. Now you can’t even look me in the eye whenever I bring up what you’ve done.”

“I’m the coward?” He shakes his head and laughs. “Then what are you?...I called you, texted you, and you ignored me. You didn’t have to accept my apology, but you could have at least listened to what I had to say after you found out why I was really waiting for you that day.”

“Jungkook, I’m not going to believe your lies. You know damn well what you were doing back there and you’re just pissed that it backfired on you.,” you argue, and Jungkook scoffs.

“You keep telling yourself that.”

“I will actually because it’s the truth.”

Jungkook prepares to walk away, but then suddenly pauses. His back is turned, so he looks at you over his shoulder. 

“You act like everything’s been all bad between us, like all I’ve done was harass you. You’ve forgotten who’s saved your ass with homework you forgot to finish or who’s given you rides home when it rained even though it was on the other side of town. I brought any of that to anyone’s attention because I didn’t do it to hold it over your head. I did it because that’s just the kind of person I am, especially for someone I care about. But if you want me to be something else…you got that.”

He starts walking down the hall without another word to you, and a part of you wants to go after him, but what he said doesn’t justify his actions. You don’t trust him, and he has himself to blame for that. So you stay silent, because if he really cared, he wouldn’t have so much animosity towards you when you did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault you couldn’t put the pieces together; you were too busy looking over your shoulder for his next prank, and even though it’s been years since he threatened you with his words—you look around every corner before you make a turn.

One thing you’ve already learned to appreciate in your short time here is the shower. The water reaches the perfect temperature, so you can’t help but stay in there a little bit longer than you should. You have to enjoy it while you can because after tonight you’ll have to share, cutting your time in the bathroom in half.

Since you’re alone in the cabin, you take your time and detangle your curls. Jungkook isn’t here so you don’t bother rushing to get your clothes on. A towel is the only thing that covers your body. Your skin is still damp and too hot to throw on a t-shirt so you opt to stay this way until you air dry and cool down.

Once you leave the bathroom, you turn off the lights and go straight to your room. You hadn’t realized you left the window open earlier, and you shiver as the gentle summer’s breeze flows through your bedroom. You throw your phone on the bed and quickly walk over to the window so you can shut it. However, a sudden uneasiness forms in your gut, an instinct you have when something just doesn’t feel right. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip trying to piece together what could be happening and eventually, you brush it off as just your paranoia getting to you. Before you close and lock your bedroom window, you glance at the moon and stars, noting how beautiful they are away from the city and how you’d like to get some pictures before you leave. But that’ll have to wait because right now all you want to do is lie down and at least try to get some sleep—if only your mind allows it. 

While pushing down the glass, you notice something out of place on the outskirts of the woods. You have a small view of the lake from where you are, and the only thing preventing you from seeing it entirely is the trees. However, there’s something blocking the small opening that allows you to see Crystal Lake from your room, or maybe…someone?

You lower your head to eliminate the glare in the window, and that’s when you see it. Barely, but you’re able to make out a white orb in the distance. 

“What the fuck is that?”

You don’t have long to figure it out either. Suddenly, the object begins to move and within seconds you realize that it definitely is a person, and they’re coming straight towards your cabin. When they’re about 30 feet away you can clearly see their dark clothing and the infamous white hockey mask the guy that committed those murders were said to have worn. Fight or flight sets in, and your first reaction is to get the hell out of there before he can catch up to you with his long strides.

You rush out of the cabin wearing nothing but a towel and Pokémon slippers—no phone, no keys, only a bit of hope that Jungkook is alive and near or at least sleeping in his truck so he can drive you both to safety. Once your feet touch the soil, you channel every ounce of determination and drive you possess. Speed will be your only asset against a figure that appears to be twice your size. But unfortunately, even all of that isn’t enough.

“Let me go!” 

A pair of arms grab you before you can even reach the path that leads to the parking lot. You kick, you thrash, and you scream like your life depends on it—because it does, and you use every tactic your father taught you to try and break free.

Your efforts pay off with an elbow to their stomach. A pained laugh escapes the person, and when you jab them again they finally agree to release you. You’re surprised at how familiar their voice sounds.

“Alright, alright. I’ll put you down, but chill. It’s just me,” he chuckles, placing your feet back on the ground. You try to make another run for it, but he grabs your hand and takes off his mask. “Don’t go running off into the woods. It’s just a joke. Calm down.” 

“Jungkook?...Wha—”

“I was just fucking with you,” he laughs, doubling over and clutching his side. “You should have seen your face. And then you really almost crushed my ribs, damn girl.”

You feel anything but amusement right now, and you head straight for the cabin to start packing your things. 

“Should’ve been your balls,” you say as you’re passing him. 

Fuck this camp. Jungkook and everyone else can have it. You knew you shouldn’t have come back here; it was very foolish of you to think you could actually be in the same space with Jungkook and his old ways wouldn’t resurface. You’ll just find another way; something else will come up. But you can’t stay here any longer, not with him.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You kick off your slippers because they’re just slowing you down. Jungkook is on your tail and when he grabs your arm you immediately pull away. “Get away from me. I’m leaving!”

“Leaving?...What are you just gonna quit?” he quizzes. You spin around and walk up to him, fueled by nothing but rage and resentment.

“That’s what you want, right? Well, you got it. I’m out…you’ve won, Jungkook.” His smug smile fades slowly and his brows furrow as he processes your words.

“Ahh, here you go again. How does someone survive under same roof as you?...I’m nice, there’s a problem. I’m a jerk, you’re ready to leave. It makes no sense.”

“You call setting me up to be humiliated nice?”

Jungkook’s hands run over his face in frustration. “I thought we established that I was doing nothing wrong that time.”

“If you weren’t doing anything wrong…which is obviously a lie because you were smoking. Why were you the person waiting for me to turn the corner?...With roses! I’m allergic to roses. You lured me there to hurt me and humiliate me.”

“First of all, I had no idea about the roses and I tried to apologize, remember? I wasn’t trying to be mean to you. I told you I just wanted to smooth things over and—”

“Then why write them Jungkook? Why make me believe someone actually liked me?” you question, cutting him off.

Jungkook steps closer, but once again you do not back down. You don’t care about how angry he is because you’re pissed ten times more. He’s gone too far this time.

“Maybe because I was building up the courage to tell the girl I’ve liked since third grade that I liked her? Ask her to prom? Apologize for being an asshole because she didn’t deserve any of that stuff I did...I don’t know, maybe it was all of those things. I was just doing what the guys told me to do. I wanted your attention, and I was finally trying to get it the correct way,” he argues, anger radiating from his body. He stares you down with so much hatred that if you weren’t feeling the same way, you’d crumble.

“So what if I had one cigarette to calm my nerves? I was fucking shaking, and I put it out after the first hit because I didn’t like it. But the only motive I had for being back there was to get the girl I liked alone so I could apologize and ask her out, but she got me expelled before I could do that.”

His words seem genuine and sincere, but they’re driven by fury. He’s still upset with you and you cannot understand why. You didn’t know, and if you did you still wouldn’t have known how to respond. It’s his fault for traumatizing you so much that you didn’t see all the signs. You feel like shit for it, but you can’t go back and change things. You’re trying to move forward, but each time you take a step, you’re always knocked back two.

“Then you just get to move on and forget it ever happened?” he continues. Your brows furrow when you see the gloss covering his eyes. 

As if you weren’t already feeling terrible for not being able to read between the lines, Jungkook was right earlier; he helped you out just as much as he joked around. 

You didn’t even give him a chance after the day he left school, but how could you when you were dealing with the aftermath of his expulsion? “You come here with your head all high like you own the place, like you haven’t flipped my life upside down. It’s not fair.”

“Jungkook, I had to move on. You think you’re the only one who suffered? Everyone hated me for getting you kicked out of school. And don’t act so beaten down, your dad got you out of it. Or did you think I didn’t hear about that?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, because everyone knew I liked you…everyone but you. And my dad paid a load of money to make sure I could at least get into a good school. Why the hell do you think I’m here? He calls and I run, until I’m done paying him back.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know! But what am I supposed to do about it now? I can apologize a million times, but I can’t change the past. I’m tired Jungkook, so either we end this tonight or I’m leaving because I can’t live like this. Do your worst if it makes you feel better, prank me the whole fucking summer, embarrass me in front of the kids and the staff.”

He lowers his head and shakes it as he speaks. “That’s not enough. It’s never been enough.”

“Then what is, Jungkook?...Tell me what makes it right? I’ll fix it.”

Jungkook looks at you then, softer than before, but his expression still holds a bit of frustration. 

“You just don’t get it,” he whispers.

“Then help me understand. Show me if you can’t tell me. You want revenge? Take it. Or if there’s something else you want, you can take that too. Just go for it because this may be the last chance you get.”

His fingers reach up and touch your arm, and he runs them delicately over your skin. “How do I know if what I want is something you’re offering?”

“Everything’s on the table. You have me alone until tomorrow morning. Do whatever you want, I’m all yours,” you assure.

“Anything?”

“Everything.”

“Well, come here then.” Jungkook pulls you close to his body and leans in. You expected him to kiss you, but you didn’t expect it to feel this way. His touch is more rough and aggressive than you imagined it would be since he was so timid previously. It still feels amazing despite his lack of tenderness and affection.

He grabs your face and guides you to the nearest wall, never breaking away from the heated moment you’re sharing as he does so. You can’t deny how attractive he is, and now that all of your hatred for him is being released, you can enjoy every inch of his sculpted figure.

You try to reach for his shirt, but he grabs your wrist and pins it against the wall, smiling when he hears you whine. His tongue slips into your mouth and explores as deep as its length will allow. 

“Is that all?” you ask him when your lips ultimately part for air. His eyes linger on your mouth as if he’s missing the warmth already, and you can’t stop yourself from smirking in response.

“That’s not even half of it.” Jungkook’s hand still holds onto your face and neck, but you’re too drunk off his touch to feel any discomfort. 

When he finally allows you to touch his chest and biceps, you try to coax him into spilling all of those hidden emotions buried beneath the surface; it seems to work after a moment. You purr each syllable when you speak, and Jungkook lingers onto every one of them as if they were the answer to all of his prayers. “Then what are you waiting for?...Clock’s ticking.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“Or what?...What’s going to happen if I don’t?” Your challenge makes him tighten his grip. You wince, but nothing tops the satisfaction you get from pissing him off. “What are you gonna do?”

Jungkook growls, and the sound makes you shudder. “You wouldn’t even be able to walk in the morning. Don’t ever try me like that, sweetheart.”

“Do it. I fucking dare you.”

Jungkook chuckles while kissing his way up to your ear. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Well, enlighten me–Oh fuck!” He uses his knee to force open your legs and flexes his thick thigh against your bare cunt. The contact makes you gasp out a desperate moan.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Jungkook’s grin widens when he feels your thighs try to rub together for more friction.

“Fuck, yes.”

He drags you across the room and he all but tosses you on the couch. 

“Strip, then turn around,” he commands.

You take off your towel and throw it at him. Jungkook twirls his finger in a circle, so you turn and bend over the sofa’s armrest. “Shit, you have tats, a nice ass, and you’re fucking soaking…the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks while leaning over you to speak into your ear.

“Hopefully, you’ll fuck me…and soon–ahh, shit.”

Jungkook slaps your ass and gives it a squeeze. You whimper under his touch, trying not to moan, but then his finger teases your entrance, and you have no choice but to let it out. 

“You’re not in the position to give me demands…not while your cunt’s trying to suck in my fingers, sweetheart. Play nice, and I’ll feed you well,” he says with a smirk. 

You groan, and he slaps your ass again; your backtalk then ceases for a while. 

Jungkook spreads your folds and spits into your entrance, chuckling when you clench in response. “The quiet ones are always freaky,” he comments.

“Shit, I need to grab a condom. I’ll be right back—”

“Here.” You reach into the couch and pull out one of the condoms you secretly stashed there. You can imagine the shock on Jungkook’s face when you reach back and hand it to him. “None of us are saints, Jungkook. Don’t think about it too much.”

And he doesn’t. He quickly pulls down his pants and rolls it on. Your anticipation heightens when you feel his blunt tip come in contact with your heat, and you turn your head to watch his face contort when he slides in. 

“Fuck,” he sighs when he finally feels your warmth molding around his length. His moaning makes butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t even give him a second to get used to the snug fit. You bounce on his cock and watch as he looks on in awe, taking off his shirt and throwing somewhere across the room.

Jungkook grips your waist and takes control; you grab onto the couch when he starts fucking you back, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates on pleasuring you. You both set a steady pace, but you feel like he’s holding back so you purposely taunt him into giving you more. “You fuck like you’re scared or something. Afraid you’ll drown?”

He reaches forward and tugs your hair. “Nope. I was just going easy on you, but if you insist…”

You scream his name when his thrusts quicken, and he uses his grip to pull you back on his dick. He digs into you deeper and harder, and the pressure in your abdomen begins to build after a few calculated motions. Jungkook’s hand continues to come down on your ass randomly, and each blow leaves your pussy gushing with arousal. He pulls you up and holds you close to him once he’s left you behind red and sore to the touch. “You feel so fucking good. Damn, I wish you were mine,” he moans into your neck.

Your hand reaches behind you to play in his brown strands while he bites and leaves marks on your neck. “Is that what you want?”

He lifts his head and looks you in the eyes, slowing down but still digging into your cervix. 

“Damn right,” he replies, teasing your sensitive clit. “Gonna come for me?”

“Mmhm, please don’t stop doing that.” 

Your nails dig into his arm while he ruts into you. You come with his name flowing from your lips, and he follows soon after. His body trembles as he spills his seed into the condom, and he sighs when he’s finally released all the pressure he’s had inside of him.

Your body almost slumps over when he pulls out and tries to withdraw, so he’s forced to keep you close to him so you don’t hurt yourself. “Can you even walk to your bed?” he laughs, giving you a glimpse of his cute boyish smile.

“Probably not.”

He sighs and scoops you up. “Alright, let’s go to bed, lightweight.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, slapping his chest. 

He stops near the kitchen door and tosses the used condom in the trash before taking you to your room and placing you on the bed gently. “Night,” Jungkook says quickly before turning to leave.

“Wait.” You grab his hand to get his attention, and he pauses. “I don’t usually ask these questions, but…did you mean that stuff or were you just fucking around?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that unless I meant it. I still like you, but I know it’s too late,” he says before he looks at you. He stares for a few seconds and responds with an exhale. “Please don’t leave, though. I really miss you.”

You pat beside you. “Come lay with me?”

Jungkook nods and takes off his shoes before he climbs in your bed. “I only ask because…well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, for everything. Especially tonight, I never want you to see you that upset again,” he admits.

He doesn’t say anything when you touch his face and trace over his features. “Can I come with you when you take the boat out tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You yawn, and Jungkook wraps his arms around you, caressing your sore behind to help you relax. 

“We’ll talk then, okay? It’ll be all romantic and shit,” you tell him and he only scoffs. “Seriously, it’ll be like those movies, and then we'll kiss—”

“And then we’ll try to fuck without rocking the boat too much?” he suggests. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, suppressing your giggles as best as you can. “Did I ruin it?”

“It was ruined before I started talking.”

“True.”

When it’s quiet again, your mind begins to wonder and one question resurfaces in your brain that you forgot to ask Jungkook. “Hey.”

“What’s up?”

“How did you make it to the front of the cabin so fast earlier? You were literally like 10 feet away from my bedroom and then right on me when I ran out,” you point out, making him lift his head.

“I wasn’t back there. I was getting ready to come through the front door and scare you, but you just ran out. I figured you thought you saw another snake or something.”

Your breathing pauses. “Dude, I saw you.”

“No…you didn’t see me.” 

Well, if it wasn’t him, then who? 

Your heart rate speeds up, body working in autopilot as you try to usher Jungkook out of the bed. “We gotta get out of here. We have to run, there’s—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. That was my friend Tommy. Please don’t be mad at him, I begged him to help me,” he confesses and you narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t get mad, babe,” he pouts.

“Oh, I’m not going to get mad, Jungkook.” You crawl over his body, straddling him and kissing his lips before you continue. He thinks he’s off the hook, but you’re about to show him what you’re capable of. 

“...I’m going to get even.”

[thru-the-grapevine]

Under the Stars

Pairing: Choi San x reader

Summary: The stars decide to spell out your fate with the cute boy who took you stargazing rather clearly, for once.

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: summer camp au, fluff to end all fluff, also idiocy

You peer up at the universe sprinkled overhead, gnawing your lower lip. “I’m not sure I see it.”

The grass of left outfield shifts beneath the blanket as San scoots a little closer to you. Despite the comfortably warm night, the feeling of his body heat mere inches from your side sends prickles across your skin.

“Okay, look,” San says, lifting his arm and pointing to a cluster of stars. “Starts right there, beneath that really bright one, and it goes down left, and then trails around that way, see?”

You force your gaze away from the contour of his arm and attempt to follow as he traces an outline in the heavens. “And you said it’s…”

“A jellyfish,” he says, and you can hear him grinning. “That spot I just traced is the bell, and then the tentacles—”

“—are just there,” you realize, suddenly seeing the constellation. You snort.

“Nice, right?” San snickers. “I actually felt clever making that one. Okay, your turn.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, smiling and gazing all across the sky. “Okay, um…”

This is exactly what you’d expected when San asked if you wanted to sneak out to the campground’s baseball field and look at stars. Several other young camp staff you’d been sitting with watched you accept his offer with jealousy, and you knew they were picturing a far more romantic, swoonworthy scene. Something it seemed most of the young camp staff would kill for with San—at least, something they’d kill for now.

Choi San has been your camp bestie since the day you met as kids, when you accidentally spilled green Kool-Aid all over him and he retaliated on purpose with his purple Kool-Aid. He wasn’t one of the cooler kids at camp over the years—too dorky, the other kids said. But that worked out perfectly for you, because you were a dork, too.

It was shocking when he turned up one summer a few years ago when you were counselors and he was…cute. Against your better judgment, it awakened something in you—and, apparently, several other counselors, who were suddenly interested in hanging around him. You tried not to let it boost your ego when he barely noticed them, preferring to stick around you, instead. He was still just as dorky, like nothing had changed, and you wanted to keep it that way, so for the sake of your friendship you fought down any feelings that awakened.

Except they like to re-awaken all the time, as you both continue to grow up and he only gets cuter. A constant battle. You’re running out of room to bury your feelings at this point.

“Aaah, wait—um, uh, um…” you sputter, laughing as San begins humming the Jeopardy theme.

You chance a glance over at him, only to look away again sharply when you see him grinning ear-to-ear at you. Your entire face comes to a boil. Panicked, you fling your arm up and point. “There, take a guess.”

You begin scrutinizing that spot desperately for a form that makes sense as San groans. “No fair, that’s where I was going to pick next.”

“Pff, yeah, what were you gonna pick, a….coiled-up snake?” You retort, tossing the snake idea out the window.

“...Noooo,” he says, then pauses. “Okay, kind of. It was going to be one of those fuzzy worm things, so that doesn’t technically count.”

You snort. “Keep dreaming.”

“What’s yours, then, huh, if you’re so clever?”

“You mean you can’t see it?” You ask, faking offense, wracking your brains for ideas.

“Methinks thou doth protest too much,” San says, and you can hear him smirking.

You huff. “Fine, I’ll tell you, spoilsport. It’s one of those, you know…”

You can definitely hear him grinning now. “You know…?”

At last, inspiration strikes. “It’s an ammonite.”

A moment’s pause, and then San asks, “an ammonite?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what an ammonite is,” you say, injecting mock horror into your voice. “I remember your dinosaur phase from fourth grade summer too well for that.”

There’s a moment of silence as San scrutinizes the sky.

You smirk the longer he doesn’t reply. “So, you know. An ammonite. Duh.”

“That…” He says, staring at the place you’d pointed out, “…is genius…”

You grin.

“....ly stupid.”

“Hey!” You turn and smack his arm, laughing. “You were going to say it was a fuzzy worm!”

You pointedly ignore how cute his dimples are, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “At least mine wasn’t a fossil.”

“You didn’t make any rules except ‘it can’t be boring like a real constellation’!”

“I’m changing the rules now, no fossils.”

You scrunch your face up into an indignant, scowling pout. “Starting now. Mine counts.”

San rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips. “So needy. Fine, my turn.”

“And you can’t start from where I just made one,” you remind him.

“Yah, who’s in charge here, anyway?” San complains.

You scoff. “Who said anything about someone being in charge? Besides, you’ve got loads of other stars to work with.”

“But I wanted to work with those stars.”

“Bo-ring.”

“Ah come on, they’re all fake constellations anyw—whoa!”

You both jolt, eyes wide, as the brightest shooting star you’ve ever seen hurtles through the sky above. It’s huge, the tail burning fire from one horizon to the other in a brilliant slash.

As quickly as it comes, it fades, but the spell it casts lingers over you both. Both of you fall quiet, staring up into the stars. Everything comes into focus that you hadn’t been aware of before—the soft chirp of crickets from the nearby woods, the barely-there breeze stirring across your legs, the earthy smell of the baseball diamond. How close Choi San is lying next to you, on this blanket, the two of you in a world all your own.

“That was…amazing,” San breathes.

Your throat is dry. All you can do is nod.

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah.”

“It was huge,” he says, shifting a little on the blanket. “I’ve…I feel like I need to make a wish. Should I make a wish?”

You wish your feelings could just go away. “Nah, not on that one. You kidding? It was way too big for just a wish. That was like…a sign, or something.”

San sounds thoughtful. “A sign of what?”

“Like, anything.” Lying here next to him feels more and more dangerous by the second. You sit up, still staring at the sky. “That’s a sign for anything. Like a big thumbs-up, you know? The universe saying, ‘time to go for it’.”

“Go for what?”

“Whatever’s right in front of you, man,” you say, just rambling at this point. “Got a dream school you’re shooting for? Send in the application. Up for that promotion? Assert yourself. Someone you want to see? Gotta shoot your shot. Life’s too short and shooting stars know about it. Like, you saw that one, it was huge and bright and beautiful and it just fizzled…out…”

You stop talking, mind going blank, when you feel San take your hand, twining your fingers together.

You look down at your hands. He really is holding yours; you aren’t just imagining it. His thumb brushes over the back of yours gently, once, twice, and your entire being feels like a live wire.

He clears his throat in the silence that follows. “I, um, then I guess this is just…me, shooting my shot, then.”

Your gaze trails from his hand up his arm, over his shoulder and neck, settling on his face. He’s staring resolutely up at the sky, like the stars have just started tap-dancing. “I mean, you know, if that’s…cool? Maybe? Since you said the star was a sign and not for wishing…maybe this was a bad idea—”

“You’re shooting your shot with me?”

“Not because I don’t like being friends or anything!” San says quickly. “Honestly I haven’t said anything for a while because I didn’t want you to…I guess I was just worried that…and like, we can totally just be friends, that’s super cool, we can just forget this happened at all—”

“Stop talking.”

He falls silent, and you take the moment to calm the veritable tornado of thoughts and feelings whipping through your head at breakneck speeds.

“I…” You trail off. Where are you even supposed to start? “I’m not…I mean, I like being your friend, too, don’t get me wrong, but like…”

You squeeze his hand. “This is cool.”

Slowly, San sits up next to you. “…It is?”

“Way better than cool,” you blurt, feeling your face start to burn again. “I’m…god, San, I’ve liked you a stupidly long time and I didn’t want to blow it and you’re telling me you’re shooting your shot because of a shooting star?”

“Hey, that thing had to be a comet or something,” San said, a slow smile growing over his face. “Like fate. Or an omen.”

“I was talking out of my ass about that earlier,” you tell him, pulse sputtering frantically at the way he’s looking at you.

“No, I think that was the first non-stupid thing you said all night,” San says decidedly. He lifts your joined hands briefly and presses a kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop to his lap.

Your head feels like it’s spinning. “The ammonite wasn’t stupid.”

“It was stupid,” he says, grinning at you.

You huff, scowl-pouting again. “You’re so mean.”

“I think you like it, though,” he says, squeezing your hand and looking back up at the sky. “Just a little.”

Your face feels like it’s in flames. “...Maybe. A very little bit.”

You both spend the next few minutes smiling rather stupidly at the stars.

[wooldawn]

daisy’s bc :)

i’m skipping an intro for now because i’m tired and don’t want to - she’s a werewolf, past camp counselor, BIG on being outdoors, and her traits are childish, active, goofball, self-assured, and loves outdoors! contestants can be any gender and can be human, werewolf, witch, or vampire! also! i’ll be streaming the actual challenges occasionally! deadline is a tentative 11/24 and i’m accepting 7 contestants, you can submit them to the #daisy’s bc tag or tag me or both!

cant wait luv u xoxo

edit: just to add! anybody sent that doesn’t win will stay friends with her! somethin i wish i had done with remi’s bc ;-;;;;

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

if the requests are still up, can I have more big dog/werewolf! captain headcannons? :0

Yeah! I had zero inspiration for this till ISWM 2 dropped so big spoilers ahead!!!

............

After the truth about you being a werewolf comes out, you become less shy shifting between forms.

Ofc some of the doors don't accommodate your height, so you gotta crouch a lot but it’s no problem, especially since you can run on all fours if need be.

Mark made tons of modifications to your suit so it can adapt to both forms without tearing or breaking.

He always wants to sit in your lap and just pet your fluffy tail when things on the ship get stressful...or just bc he wants to.

CC, Gunther, and literally every other crewmember scold him for “distracting” you but they’re all just really jealous.

Though because you stayed a werewolf when the universe collapsed (as the stress of the whole situation with the warp core, Lady, and Old Mark overwhelmed you), you were unable to change back to human when it rebooted.

Not matter how much you focused or tried calming down...nothing worked.

You were stuck.

Even when travelling through wormholes and space-time continuums, this was the only constant.

The many Marks you encountered had a variety of..interesting reactions to seeing a werewolf in place of a human, but they all recognized you nonetheless.

Murdock/Murderiplier? Offers to let you feast on the victim's flesh if you so desired.

Romanceiplier? Is down bad for you regardless, saying "this changes nothing <3"

Camp Counselor Mark? Is frozen in place when you growl and scare everyone else away (hell, you even intimidate Heehoo when you meet him).

Camo Mark? Thinks you're a badass by tearing into the intruders with your claws and teeth.

Crying Mark? He doesn't care he just bawls into your fur before the scene glitches.

The only one who was genuinely surprised was Yancy (even though he's not a variant of Mark) but he recognizes your smile and now understands how you beat him in that fight.

In the end where Mark attacks you, you nearly attack him back--at this point being near-feral considering how long you stayed a werewolf. 

He thinks it’s all the more reason to go back and prevent your humanity from slipping, managing to rip the crystal out of your paw, wherein you howl in pain.

That awakens your humanity briefly, and you desperately try to reason with him, saying going back won’t fix anything.

After saving him from the wormhole, he screams that you’re a “stupid mutt” for stopping him, but after a moment..he realizes that he not only broke the universe, but he also broke you.

It hurts especially as you revert back to a feral mindset, and he slumps to the floor, thinking the [y/n] he knew was gone forever.

“I-I’m so sorry, Captain..you’re stuck like this all because...o-of me. I did this to you."

He’s ready to accept death but...instead you sit down, pulling him into your lap and cuddling with him--just like old times.

And he sobs, apologizing for everything and begging you to come back to him.

As the paradox resolves and you both wake up on the ship, your paw is healed and you could think clearly again.

Mark was worried when he saw you walk out of the cryopod...until you turn human again and smile, embracing him and drinking some coffee as you overlook the planet together.

“Honestly..it feels great being human again.” You sigh. “I think I’ll stay this way for a while.”

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter Five]

roos says ! a bit of me rushing the plot, adding in some jake for fun, and just fuckin around bc why not >:)

desc: Bob's gone for a few days on a trip, it goes great until it suddenly doesn't.

fluff, angst

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin

TWs: mentions of past abuse, panic attacks

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

Today was Monday, and Robby would be out of town from around noon today, to about four on Wednesday to visit mutual friends of yours he hadn’t seen in years. You would’ve gone— loving the group to death, but it was too close to your derby on Friday and the Fourth of July party only a few days later. Today was also the first day of summer camp for both of your sisters, they were only going for July, just as you and Bob had done almost three decades prior. So, you had to spend the morning coaxing them into going. Now, the four of you stood at the entrance to the little family-owned summer camp, you kneeling in the dirt to give Genevieve a big hug while Molly clung to her brother's leg.

“You just got back!” She whined, punching his thigh. Bob laughed and kneeled, forcing her to step back.

“And I’ll be back, Molly.” He smiles, pulling her into his chest, “I promise. You’ll see me on Friday. It’s just a few days of orientation."

“Rob…” Molly whines and you laugh as Genevieve goes over and grabs her hand.

“C’mon. We have to go. Bobby will be here when we get back. Just like my sister!” Genevieve smiled, dragging Molly over. Seemingly begrudgingly accepting her fate, Molly walked alongside her best friend. The two girls waved goodbye to both of you as they walked away, their counselor kneeling to talk to them and give them big hugs as she greeted them. Once the two were safely tucked into the wooded entrance of summer camp, you jiggled your keys to signal Bob to stand back up. He did, with flushed cheeks, and the two of you walked back to your single cab pickup. You and Bob played old country music as you drove back home, silence enveloping you.

When you pull into the driveway, Bob turns the music down before you shut off the car and you turn to him.

“How… I—“ Bob sighs, “I wish I had been there for Molly when she was growing up.”

The sentence hits you like a train. You knew that he’d come home when Molly was born and tried to send her gifts and stuff every birthday or major event, but he’d missed a lot of his younger sister's life. It hadn’t occurred to you just how much it would affect.

“You still have a lot of time,” you try and offer, “she’s only five, Robby. I don’t remember much before my seventh birthday.”

“I know. But she’s gonna be in camp by the time I’m leaving again.” he buries his head in his hands and sighs heavily, “I mean this time I’ll only be gone for around two months but still, it sucks.”

“Are you going over your— well, our birthdays?” You ask. Your birthday was one day before Bob’s, it was the reason you became friends in the first place.

“Yeah. We’ll be in Nevada this time I’m pretty sure.” He laughs, "It's weird, soon I'll probably have spent just as many birthdays in random places as my own home."

"I hate that one day that'll be right." You huff, using a bit of shoulder force to knock open your door so you can get out. Bob follows suit, and when he says goodbye an hour or so later he gives you a spine-breaking hug while he promises he'll be back on Wednesday. And while you promise him you'll save him and his friend's seats at your derby, you successfully resist the urge to press a gentle kiss to his skin.

The pining is one-sided, you remind yourself as you bitterly think with a bright smile on your face as you wave goodbye to Bob in his truck, that kiss years ago meant nothing, and never will. Even if you desperately wish it did.

Tuesday passes without an issue. You drop the girls off at summer camp and they bounce off with promises to be good and be in one piece when you pick them up at nine that night. You go to lessons, train a few kids, then go home and practice with your mom and both of your horses until a quick left-over dinner around eight. When you pick the girls up from camp, Molly shows you a little painting of a plane she made for her brother. It's cute, though definitely not what a jet-- a Hornet, you think you heard Bob call it once while regaling a story, looks like. When the girls go to bed, you stay up with your mother and Jenny to start preparing everything possible for the party that was coming around the corner faster than you could realize. It was a week away, and you’d be spending every waking minute either at work, training at home, or working on food or decorations for the party. 

Your derby, or competition as your mother called it, was during Friday's annual Fourth of July fair. Which didn't run on the fourth, it ran the last weekend of June. It always had. At the annual fair, they hosted three events you were helping train for, barrel racing, calf roping, and bull riding. You had done the first two since the end of high school, plus having ridden horses your whole life, but for the bull riding you mostly just made sure no one died to a rouge bull at any given moment. The farm you trained at— Cherry Lake Farm and Lessons, also offered bull riding, which is where Bob had done it a few times in high school but never enough to be in any sort of rodeo. Just like your horse riding. Now you helped about five people train their skills of riding bulls, even if the idea of riding a bull scared the daylight out of you and you were gonna be riding in the fair. You felt all grown up, living out dreams you never saw in yourself as a kid.

On Wednesday morning, you’d left home at around eight forty, assuring your mom you would help her set up the day before the party. She’d already opened up the two barns and the chicken coop with your sister before driving her and Molly to camp after you'd left, so you were able to soak in those extra thirty or so minutes of sleep before your body automatically woke you up and told you to get going. Usually, on work mornings, you'd drop the girls off at camp, but not today. Today, you rode your truck the short but sweet thirty miles to work, stopping at a local gas station to fuel up and grab some breakfast as you did every morning you worked. Everything seemed to be going perfect, the sun was warm, not hot, it’s cool enough to roll down your windows without the sun making you sweat, it’s so nice you don’t even run your air conditioner, and the bagel you got was better than any breakfast bagel you’d had there before.

Then you see Shannon standing at the stables with her arms crossed when you pull up to teach lessons.

Your stomach drops to your feet, and then through the floor of your truck, through the gravel driveway, and through to the center of the Earth— or hell as your mom would say. You park your truck in your usual spot under a willow tree, and sit there for a moment, contemplating even getting out to face her. Inevitably, you do, noticing you don’t have much more than twenty minutes before you need to clock in. So, you bite the bullet and turn off your truck, collecting your items in a small tote you sling over one shoulder before you hop out of your truck and use the key to lock it. As soon as you approach her, the rocks sounding your movement, Shannon turns to see you.

“Miss Lees?” you call, walking over slowly. She pauses, gaping, before shifting from foot to foot nervously. This is exactly how she had reacted to meeting you in person the first time, the day you had to move out of Mike’s shitty apartment. It makes your stomach slick.

“Y/n. Hey.” She says back, “I wanted to catch up with you a bit since we’re all back home for a few weeks.”

You tilt your head, one hand resting slightly inside your tote where you can toy with the fabric of your hat's rim, “y’all are back home?”

“Me and my brothers.” She murmurs and if your stomach can drop further, it does. It makes you want to vomit, the idea of Mike being near you. His hometown was around forty-five minutes away, Chris had told you Mike and Shannon would move back at some point, you had hoped it would be after the party.

“He’s trying to come to the party, isn’t he?” you murmur and she nods, rocking from foot to foot again as she rubs her shoulder with a bite to her lip.

“Shannon he can’t, Robby’s back and he’ll kill ‘em.” you rub your face, sighing heavily, “Shannon.”

“I needed to come here to tell you, I tried swinging by your house but you weren’t home. I came straight here.” You curse, seeing the genuine panic on Shannon’s face. Everything starts to come crashing on you, but you set your jaw and nod to her.

“I’ll tell my parents, and Tom, and Jenny.” You huff out, turning when you see a familiar black pick-up rolling up. You cannot place who owns it for the life of you but you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Y/n,” Shannon murmurs, and before you can turn to her your attention is grabbed by your phone vibrating. When you check it, the name Jake Seresin states back up at you.

The truck is Mike’s. 

You pick up the call and send Shannon a look, mouthing the old safe word you’d come up with— oatmeal. You’d never say it otherwise, since you didn’t eat oatmeal, and she nodded and rushed over to Mike’s truck. You weren’t sure if he was driving it, because you knew Chris was using it for a while, but goddamnit you weren’t about to get fucked over without any chance of defending yourself.

“Seresin?” you call, waving hello to your boss as you slip into the office beside her. She flashes you a smile, and even if you can tell she wants to, doesn’t comment when you rush to your little shared office in the back and lock the door.

“Mike’s in—“

“— I know.” you groan, “his trucks at my job.”

“What?” Jake says before you hear him pull the phone back and shout, “Rooster! What the fuck— no, stop that.”

“His truck is parked outside my job right now, Seresin. And Shannon’s talking to either him or Chris who’s driving it. I have a fucking derby in two days, so much training and planning to do, and I don't have time to get sidetracked by my old abuser!" You shout, throwing yourself down onto the office chair and bringing your face into your knees, "What time do you get here tomorrow?"

"Real early," Jake says, "But he's there?"

"Him or Chris." You restate and you hear Jake curse. There are sounds of shuffling, someone asking what's wrong before you hear a bell jingle and the sound of waves comes over the phone-- along with the wind.

"Y/n. Shannon's there, right? She told me she was going to find you." Jake's voice falls into the serious tone you remember him using when you'd met him in Texas. He was a flirty guy, who loved joking around and living off adrenaline, but he got serious when he needed to.

"Shannon's here, she told me they are all home for the holiday." You look at the wall of medals, trying to keep yourself calm as you reread the names on the golden, silver, and bronze painted medals and the multicolored ribbons that decorated the walls with their respective trophies.

"So she can help you, right? And, Bob's driving back right now, I'm sure of you call him--" You're not entirely sure when Jake was filled in that his Bob was your Robby, but it made this a thousand times easier.

"If Bob steps foot on this property, and Mike's the one driving the truck, I'll have to talk to the cops after witnessing a murder." You deadpan and Jake snorts.

"Alright, look, stay wherever you are that's safe, okay? Do the breathing things Chris would do with you, and if anything happens you don't call anyone other than the police." He says and you gulp, nodding.

"Okay."

Jake sighs, "I have to go, training calls, but text me when everything's sorted."

"I will," You smile, small, "Thanks, Jake."

"Of course, Y/n. Your brother-- or your sisters, would kill me if I didn't help you." He says and that makes you laugh, even if your chest tightens and you can feel a panic attack coming onto you. Obviously, you don't want to keep Jake away from his work, so you bid him goodbye as happily as you can fake with cherry laughter and jokes before the world comes in on your as you press the end call button. You end up nearly dry-heaving on the floor, hands pressed to your face as you sob, biting back every exhale or inhale that you can, trying to be as quiet as possible. You feel like you're dying, the feeling of your lungs contristing making your chest burn.

Hands are on your shoulders, pressing into them, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You panic, pulling away, crying and blubbering nonsense in your panicked state, and though the person lets go of you, they keep a hand on your back. It's grounding, and the voices over your head begin to blur and unblur until you find it easier to listen to the counting someone keeps repeating. It's Shannon, your brain realizes a second later and you fully relax, leaning onto the person who'd grabbed you in the first place, assuming it's your boss.

Once you've calmed down enough to reattach your brain to reality, you blink the unshed tears away and wipe your face, thanking Shannon as she hands you a few tissues, then moves the trashcan over to throw them out, then gives you hand sanitizer and facial wipes to wipe down your face. The person holding you doesn't speak for a really long time, even after Shannon tells you it was Chris the whole time and then assures you that your emotions are valid and that feeling them at that moment was okay. Though you haven't had a panic attack about Mike in such a long time, you're sure that half of this meltdown was also just part of built-up stress. Then, you look to see who's holding you, since you feel back enough to do so and you nearly throw yourself away from him.

Holding you, one arm wrapped tight around each side of you, is Robert-fucking-Floyd. Who wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours.

He sheepishly smiles.

[watevermelon]

Unrequited | Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

✧ Summary: Years of unrequited feelings and longing looks toward your childhood best-friend Kuroo, it was only when he was in the arms of another that he realized his true feelings for you; when it is almost too late.

-> Tags: lots of fluff, angst, BokuAka, slight Akaashi x Reader, Yaku is an amazing friend  ✧  Navigation

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Almost everyone on the Nekoma volleyball team had a crush on the older Haiba sibling. Whether it was only aesthetic deep, no doubt from her striking green eyes, or a deeper infatuation from her cute, bubbly personality - everyone had a hint of feelings for the young woman, only two years older than the third-years.

Captain Kuroo was no exception.

You had seen the few times his gaze was drawn to her, the way his perceptive eyes would latch onto the woman cheering in the stands. Yaku was more vocal, often openly complimenting Alisa while the rest agreed in kind. And while they had every right to appreciate her good looks, to which you often admitted as well, it made you wonder if a certain someone ever saw you in a similar fashion.

Kuroo was your long-time friend and had long since convinced you to be the manager of the volleyball team. You had always wondered if it was to keep you close, Kuroo trying to keep your relationship close after all these years. When you had asked, he said it was simply because you were neat, organized, and got very passionate about the things you were working on.

Something had changed over the years, your nerdy best friend was more than just the fish loving idiot he was. He was the cute, smart, volleyball team captain that you felt your heart palpitate towards. There were times that had you questioning if he ever felt the same way, open flirting or smirks shot to one another.

That was, until you actually saw Kuroo flirting.

It was different and yet the same. Gone was the playful smile that he used with most people, replaced with a more serious smirk.

And it was never used towards you.

It only served to break your heart more when you heard the news at volleyball practice the next day.

Kai had his arms crossed while sporting a neutral smile. Lev was scowling, but you could tell that he was withholding an amused smile over the group. Kenma was in the far corner, playing something on his phone and not caring about the group of teens forming. Inuoka and Shibayama both looked excited, the former even jumping a few times to physically voice his eagerness.

“Kurooooo,” Yaku prolonged the name as he groaned, “You lucky asshole.”

“You better treat my sister right!”

“What does a college woman have in common with you?” Yaku continued complaining.

“She graduated high school last year, there’s only a year between us.” Kuroo responded.

“Bah.” Yaku whined, “But it’s you.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes before noticing you walking in the gymnasium. He smiled and walked over to you, “Hey, can I ask you a favor tonight?”

“What’s up?”

He raised a hand to sheepishly rub at his neck, “I have a date tonight and…”

What the fresh hell on earth was this? 

“And you need pointers talking to a female?” You teased to hide your pain.

“Please?”

You should say no. 

The love of your life was asking for help with another woman and here you were trying to help him?? Are you insane?? There was only one clear answer to this question.

“Sure, anything for you.”

“Thanks, (L/N)-chan.” He smiled, before ruffling your hair.

And true to your word, you went over to Kuroo’s house that night. Kenma was an unwilling member of the audience as well, sitting on the bed with his gaming console in his hands. You heard the telltale sounds of power-ups and scores, but the both of you were so used to it by now.

You watched Kuroo model two different outfits, trying to look casual as if he had not put that much effort into his clothes (which was anything but the truth). He wondered if he should try to tame his hair, but you stated that it was one of the things a lot of girls loved about him.

He thanked you before leaving saying, “You’re the best (L/N)-chan. I’ll treat ya to ice cream one of these days.”

You smiled and said it was not necessary, still sitting on his bed when Kuro closed the door behind him. You heard Alisa’s bubbly voice downstairs before the both of them left the house, the sound of the front-door closing also hammering itself down on your own heart.

You hadn’t realized how quiet it was until the moment dragged out. Kenma was looking directly at you, game off and tucked to the side as he sat-up in your direction.

“You okay?” He asked, patting the spot next to him for you to take.

The blond knew about your feelings for a while, not like you ever had to say anything. Kenma was the type to just know things. Whether from your overall behavior, from the way you spoke, anything was enough for the blond to tell your true feelings before you were even sure. He had urged you on two separate occasions to get over the captain, but had never truly pushed the situation.

“Yeah.” You bit out, less to reassure him, but more for yourself. “It’s just one date, right?”

“One date for now.” Kenma reasoned.

And while you knew he was not saying this to be mean, you almost felt a small crack in your heart. Kenma was being honest - it was not like Kuroo had ever expressed any interest in you at all. And now here he was, pursuing someone he was actually happy with.

You would support his happiness.

“Maybe you should get some distance.”

“Trying to get rid of me?” You joked, eyes already glistening with unshed tears.

Kenma smiled, a gentle hand reaching around your shoulders to lean you against him. He was never good at comforting you in these moments, but he would still be a shoulder for you to lean on. And in the quiet room of your childhood crush, you resolved to not think about Kuroo like this anymore.

You withstood it all: listening to Kuroo recount his date to the other team members, smiling and encouraging him to muster the courage to ask her out on another date, and even later congratulating him during their one-month anniversary.

It wasn’t just one date.

Not that Kuroo was forgetting his friends, he still hung-out with you and Kenma and upheld his responsibilities as captain greatly. But there were small changes, like Kuroo almost constantly texting his girlfriend on his phone, having busy weekends dedicated to dates, and just overall the schedule of a man newly in love.

In kind, you found yourself reaching out to your other friends more. You went out fishing with Kai  and Fukunaga. You accepted Lev and Inuoka’s invitations to go to the arcade in Shibuya. Yaku was someone you were often hovering around, the kind-soul inviting you out to dinner sometimes after school just the two of you.

Apparently, he had known as well.

It didn’t take much to figure it all out, Yaku stated not unkindly. From your constant flirting to the fact that you and Kuroo used to basically spend every free second together, he had thought long ago that you were already together.

Hearing that only hurt you more, to which Yaku immediately jumped out of his seat to sit next to yours. He pulled you into a comforting hug, not at all caring that the two of you were out in public at some random barbecue place.

It was strange to now always be in Kuroo’s circle from then on, but you honestly did try your best. You were still his friend, offering advice and hanging out with him (but usually only in groups). But there was an undeniable distance that you were putting with him. He had never questioned it, but you already had an excuse on the tip of your tongue if Kuroo ever did: you were giving him time and space with his girlfriend, it was only natural.

Time was moving forward and thankfully, so were you.

Seeing Kuroo and his girlfriend still brought that familiar pang, but it no longer rang in the depths of your bones. You simply watched and smiled, content that he was happy as you sorted out your own life.

That was, until a particular weekend training camp with Fukurodani.

You were long familiar with both Bokuto and Akaashi. Kuroo had tons of antics with both boys (and many other members of their team) to which you joined in. From hang-outs on the weekends to these annual training camps, you were on friendly terms with the captain and his vice.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto greeted you at the onset, the setter was a little ways away behind him. Akaashi smiled and waved at you in greeting, before getting pushed toward you. 

You shot Bokuto a confused smile and Akaashi looked as if he would neuter the ace where he stood.

Bokuto scurried away just as quickly, causing Akaashi to sigh before turning to you. 

“How have you been?” He asked politely.

You always appreciated how friendly the setter was, no matter how attractive or intimidating he looked.

“Alright, school exams. A dozen different guidance counselors asking you about your future, the usual. How about you?”

“Much of the same.” He replied before moving to clasp his hands behind his back. “Would you like to go out for dinner after this?”

You accepted without thinking too hard, “Sure! Who else is going?

A small smile grew from the corner of his lips, “Ah, I meant… Just the two of us.”

“Like a date?” You asked, again without thinking.

He laughed before looking at you fondly, “Yes, exactly that.”

You smiled back, no real reason to say not to the attractive young man. 

“I’d love to.”

Akaashi reflected a similar expression back before reaching for your hand,  “Great, I look forward to it.”

He kissed the top of your hand, every bit of chivalry that he was known for pouring out in your shared interaction. You felt your cheeks redden, already slightly overwhelmed from affection the setter was so willing to give. Akaashi bid you farewell and turned to head towards the corner of the gym his team commandeered, but the expressions on their faces showed this was a joint effort.

Bokuto rushed to slap him on the back while Yukie and Kaori shot him a thumbs-up. Haruki was seen smiling at their vice captain and whatever Konoha said caused the setter to erupt in a blush. You were curious and for once, the raging butterflies that had long since disappeared were gradually coming back.

Your team tried to bombard you with questions, but you maneuvered them back to their warm-ups and said they had games to win.

There was one look from Kuroo you could not decipher, when you had initially turned away from Akaashi. It was long, like he had not even been looking at you, the depth of his gaze following you every step until he turned back to his team.

After the practice matches you were free game, Inuoka being the first to rush you after he finished mopping his section of the gym.

“Is Akaashi your boyfriend?” He asked as he jumped from your peripheral to right in front of you, “How could you keep this a secret from us?!”

“You and Akaashi are so cute! We had no idea!” Shibayama added as he walked up to you. With those two breaking the ice, it seemed that was enough for the others of Nekoma to crowd you as well.

Kenma patted you on the shoulder, a knowing, yet happy look in his eye. Yaku shot you the same expression, but offered you an out in any form of call or text if you needed it. Kai nodded in agreement while the others expressed other forms of their excitement for you.

All but one, at least.

Something did not sit well in Kuroo’s stomach.

He watched you get buried by the group, curious questions linking you to the Fukurodani setter that many girls called the perfect boy next door. He was soft-spoken and yet confident. Had a good sense of humor and yet not immature. Akaashi was a great catch and, if there was anyone in the entire gymnasium right now that Kuroo had to pick for you to end up with, it would without a doubt be the setter.

At least… that’s what Kuroo thought.

And when Akaashi left the locker rooms, fully showered and changed back into regular clothes, he approached the group and it parted like the red sea for him. Akaashi held out a hand for you to take, to which you blushed but accepted as he guided you away. He held your gym bag like it was nothing, the two of you walking out with a chorus of teasing behind you.

Akaashi would treat you right, no doubt. And from your rosy expression and earlier eagerness, it seemed you were genuinely interested in the setter as well.

So why did it feel so wrong to see you in the arms of another guy?

That was when Kuroo learned the complications of desire firsthand.

He was still dating Alisa and it ate him up inside that his thoughts were often wandering off to you rather than his girlfriend of months. It was not even that long ago that thinking of the grey-headed woman in front of him would cause the raging swarm in his stomach. Something had unknowingly shifted, the only feeling left was the sinking pit that grew every time he saw you and Akaashi.

Kuroo kept constant tabs on you, not wanting to ask you outfront how your relationship was going. He heard updates from both Bokuto and Kenma, how the two of you were yet to be official, but had gone on a few dates already. 

You were distant in an understandable way, spending time with your budding relationship but still available to him and the team. It was not like you had dropped off the face of the planet, still active as the team manager and even hanging out with the group after-school.

After a while, it was noticeable that something was getting on Kuroo’s nerves. He wanted to say something, but withheld it from seeing how happy you were. And so instead he went to the others around you, many of them very willing and excitable parties to impart details of what they heard.

You were his close friend and often, that was his excuse when other people asked. He wanted to make sure you were not played by these other foolish boys. But with a boyfriend like Akaashi, there was no one better, in Kuroo’s opinion, to treat you like you deserved.

So why did it feel wrong?

It was only when Kuroo saw his worries bleed into his relationship with his girlfriend that he realized that shit, he might have feelings for you.

You were always such a steady figure in his life that he never had to worry before that you would just… not be there. From volleyball to classes, you were always together with him and Kenma. From the late night study groups to the even later video game parties, these were some of his favorite memories throughout high-school.

Kuroo remembered the first time you all went to the beach together as a team. You had worn a bathing suit that he, for whatever reason, did not approve of and had to change before you all headed out together. He remembered playfully dragging you into the freezing, early summer water and you throwing hands with him right after.

And it was not like you were going to cut him off completely once you had a boyfriend. Akaashi or anyone else, you were still one of his closest friends and a relationship would not be the end of it.

So why did it bother Kuroo so much?

Because he wanted to be your boyfriend.

It was one of the worst types of epiphanies someone could ever come to. 

To realize you had feelings for someone you knew you should not have.

Kuroo’s true feelings must have surfaced on his visage, since Alisa ended it at the three-month mark. She invited him to a dessert place somewhere in Shibuya, but never took off her coat and only ordered a drink. It was enough to signify that she had to leave, that she was in a rush to not be here.

Her green eyes portrayed a sad smile as she said that they were better off as friends, since their minds were growing in different places.

Kuroo didn’t want to ask her to specify, worried that she was going to say an answer that he was not ready for. It was one thing to believe he had feelings for you, but hearing it out-loud would be the final nail in his coffin.

It was all too much at once - him realizing his feelings and coming to the conclusion that he wanted to act on it.

Every day was a reminder of things that he could not and should not have. At the next practice match with Fukurodani, Kuroo had to endure watching you kiss Akaashi on the lips. Sitting together at lunch entailed listening to you go on about your perfect boyfriend Akaashi. The others would even agree, complimenting Akaashi’s chivalry and expressing their gladness that someone was treating you right.

Apparently Alisa hadn’t told Lev, since no one on the team had yet to bombarded him.

At least….

Kenma had long noticed his best friend’s, Kuroo’s, prolonged looks on you. 

But that would not do. 

When given the chance, Kenma would say something.

And it came in the form of the two of them sitting outside at lunch, waiting for the others when they saw you with your group of female friends. You waved at the both of them before heading towards the other table. It would take a couple minutes before the other volleyball players would leave their classrooms and come here.

“(F/N) looks really happy these days.” Kuroo commented as his eyes followed you.

“Yeah. And you shouldn’t try to mess it up.” Kenma replied, not even looking up from his console.

Kuroo stiffened, but turned to his childhood friend. “And how would I do that?”

“(F/N)’s finally falling in love with someone else. Just let her be for now.”

“With someone else…?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice she was in love with you?” Kenma bit back, a frown forming on both his lips and the crease of his eyebrows.

“What?” The Nekoma captain turned to his friend more fully, looking at the blond more fully to make sure that he was being serious. “I had no idea…”

That was apparently not the reaction Kenma was hoping for, since he paused his game and placed it down. Instead, his sharp golden eyes focused and searched Kuroo in front of him.

“It’s not like it makes a difference now, right?”

Kuroo hesitated, his response drawn out. “Right.”

Kenma frowned, looking at his friend straight-on with an agonized look. He was Kuroo’s friend the longest, but the gamer still cared about you. And seeing you so down these past few years took rounds on his own mental state. He urged you on multiple occasions to say anything, if just to clear the air. But instead, you wallowed in your own feelings until you were finally able to move on.

And seeing you with Akaashi almost made him happy, reveling in the genuine cheerfulness he hadn’t seen so candidly on you in a while. Your natural, bright smiles were on display once again; rather than the tight ones Kenma had been seeing as of late.

But it seemed to have the inverse effect on his other friend.

Kenma long noticed the prolonged looks in your direction, the wistful smiles that Kuroo had whenever you laughed about something from the group. But what Kenma was not expecting was the pure anguish on his friends face after seeing you with your boyfriend.

Never had Kenma thought that Kuroo would reciprocate your feelings.

And yet he saw.

But you were both dating other people, this would do no good and only bring unnecessary drama when you were both finding happiness in other people. And so Kenma thought it was time he guided Kuroo back on the right path, back to Alisa where he was obviously interested before.

“How is your girlfriend?” Kenma asked (and while usually he would never actually care, it seemed Kuroo needed the reminder.)

Or at least, so he thought.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.” Kuroo responded, eyes scanning behind Kenma. But the setter knew better, he was looking for you. Whether consciously or not, Kuroo’s attention was drawn back to you.

It seemed you had it now, when you no longer wanted it.

Kenma decided not to push it anymore, Yaku and Kai coming up from the path and waving. They would be joining their lunch table soon and Kenma was sure he was just given a major secret, given how neither Lev nor Yaku had yet reacted to the news.

Was Kuroo developing feelings for you? Now of all times??

It seemed so when the situation only continued to drag on, Kuroo’s feigned smiles even enough for you to realize were a little too tight to be considered genuine. Eventually news did break out that the two of them were over. Lev glared at the captain for all of two weeks before his sister explained that they grew apart. Yaku asked if you were okay, but otherwise the team did not dwell on it much.

After all, for the first time in a while, you were happy.

Or at least, that’s what it looked like on the surface.

“Can I ask you something, honestly?” Akaashi asked you, the both of you lounging in his living room.

Akaashi was perfect in so many ways, there were times that it felt like he could read your mind over your needs and wants. So much so, that it often had you nervous or feeling inadequate in the eyes of the setter. There was always something that you thought you could improve on, always something that neither of you could see eye to eye to.

The setter made you feel adored, cared for. And while in the beginning it was exciting, to have a potential new love on the horizon after years of suffering in silence. When he kissed you, it felt nice. You reveled in the feel even, but never had you felt especially passionate. Never were there truly butterflies in your stomach. He made you feel safe, but not special.

And now, a month into your newfound relationship, there was something obviously missing to the both of you.

“How do you feel… about us?” He asked, eyes boring into your own as he sat across from you on the coffee table, you on the couch.

“You’re perfect.”

“Me.” Akaashi looked down, a grimace on his face before returning back to you. “Perfection isn’t always what we want.”

“Is something wrong, Akaashi?”

“Ask me the same question.”

You paused, before asking. “How do you feel about us?”

“I really care about you and you’ve grown to be one of my best friends.” He answered candidly.

He cared, but there was something missing. You filled in the blank for him, “But you don’t love me.”

“No, I don’t.” Akaashi confirmed before continuing, “Do you love me?”

You hesitated, eyes searching his own and going back and forth for a good minute.

“No, I don’t.”

There was no sudden heartbreak, no reason to suddenly burst out into tears. You did not love Akaashi, not in the way that you wanted to. A part of you was screaming at you, telling you to look at the man in front of you and be happy for what he was willing to give you. But another, the one that had wallowed in sadness for years, told you that running away would only cause pain in the long-run.

Akaashi had a blank expression as he took in your words before continuing, “We have everything that should make a relationship work - the routine, the friends, the dedication on both sides. But we don’t feel that deeply about one another.”

“I’m so sorry, Akaashi.”

He had a slight smile, raising a hand to your cheek and cupping your face there. “Why are you sorry? I’m sorry I asked you in the first place, when my heart ended up not being here.”

“I wish I was in love with you.”

“Me too. I’m sorry.” Akaashi repeated, “ I owe it to you to be honest. I remember when I first thought I liked you, how you wished me a good match and treated me kindly during last year's training camp. But I think I was just looking for a distraction for my heart.”

You perked up at his last words, “Is there someone you’re running from?”

“No, at least I don’t want there to be.”

“Humor me, one of your best friends.” You tried to make light of the situation, a small smile on your face. Akaashi just looked at you with a wistful smile, before glancing away. “... Is it Bokuto?”

The setter sighed before leaning back, “Was I that obvious?”

“Wait; you guys are so close!”

“Yes and I will continue to be his friend throughout our lives.” Akaashi supplied, “But he does not have romantic feelings for me, or any male really.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Akaashi replied before moving to sit next to you. “I’m sorry if it feels like I led you on.”

“No, don’t think about it that way.” You quickly responded, moving a comforting hand over his.  “You had every right to try to pursue someone you thought would be enough. And honestly, you’re not the only one who doesn’t feel that spark.”

Akaashi upturned his hand and squeezed yours, “You’re the first person I’ve ever told about Bokuto.”

You turned to him and smiled, “Thank you for telling me. You know, it’s weird. But I still want to be really good friends with you.”

Akaashi was caressing around your fingers, “Me too. I always felt drawn to you, but I guess I know why.”

You flashed him a genuine smile before pulling him into a hug, “Thank you, Akaashi.”

And while you reassured each other that there were no hurt feelings, that did not mean you were entirely scott-free. Akaashi was still one of your close friends, someone you could be honest too without fear and get the same communication in return. But another part of you was especially hurt, wondering if Kuroo had ruined you for any other boy in the future.

On paper, Akaashi should have been the perfect boyfriend that would help guide you out of your feelings. But there was no spark there, nothing that ignited between the two of you to be all over each other and fall in love with one another. Would your heart be stuck on the one person you could never have?

The next day at school, this very thought continued to plague you. You were quiet through class and even worse during lunch, keeping to yourself and gazing out the window wondering if your heart would ever accept someone else.

Both Kuroo and Kenma had sent you prodding looks throughout the day, your childhood friends almost instantly aware that something was off. But you did not want to face them now, not when you were still unsure about life in general.

How’s your day going?

Akaashi had texted you a little after lunch. And while it should have been weird for exes to stay in contact, Akaashi did not necessarily feel like that. He was your friend, a really close one at that. And it seemed you were the only two people in-tune to a secret.

Absolute shiet. You texted back, And you?

Very much the same.

You sighed before typing, Existential crisis if you’ll ever love again?

Yes and it doesn’t help that Bokuto parades like a peacock.

But you love it.

… I do.

There was something comforting about talking about this with someone else. At least you had a close friend who understood what it was like. The others could listen and follow along, but Akaashi knew what it was like to have the heartbreak of a long, unrequited love.

You felt a small vibration after a few minutes and turned back to your phone.

Have you told the others yet?

Not yet, you?

I probably will today after practice.

That was another problem you did not want to breach. It would be hard to explain why you two had broken up, but at the same time it was not anyone else’s business. Regardless, that was a bandage you had to pull off later. And so you just kept staring outside the classroom window, hoping for this day to pass quickly.

Hearing you sigh for the ninth time in twenty minutes, Kuroo could feel himself almost physically itching in his seat to ask you what was wrong.

Did Akaashi do something wrong? Are you guys okay? Are you guys still dating?

But the look Kenma was shooting at him was enough warning that Kuroo should not interfere. You would come to the rest of them if it was important, but a bit part of him wanted to know now.

And throughout volleyball practice after school, Kuroo felt his gaze almost latch onto you in every free second he had. From when you were filling up water bottles to adjusting the scoreboard, Kuroo’s anxiety kept his eyes on you at all times off the court.

Yaku had even kicked at his knees for being so obvious.

But you said nothing, withdrawn like you had been all day at school. You were still physically present, but your smiles were noticeably tight.

It was only when the five of you had departed from school — Yaku, Kai, and Kenma audience to your quiet words.

“Akaashi and I broke up.”

They were nothing for a few seconds, Kuroo even hesitating in his step as he took in your words. Kenma put down his phone while Yaku moved closer to you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“When did this happen? Yesterday?” The libero questioned.

“Yeah.”

“What did he do!? Did he hurt you?” Yaku continued, rising anger visible on his face. Kai looked equally worried to your left.

“What? No!” You stopped in your tracks and raised your palms in defense. “It’s not like that... It’s actually mutual.”

Yaku’s eyes widened and then narrowed in confusion, “What? But you guys were doing so well.”

“Maybe on the outside.” You replied, “But he didn’t feel like my boyfriend, only in name. We agreed that something was off, it didn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Kuroo asked this time, his cat-like gaze clinging onto your words.

“I couldn’t love Akaashi, not like that at least.” You explained, head down as you recalled the day prior.

“I’m so sorry.” Yaku put his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a deep hug.

“I’m so scared.” You admitted to your close friends, feeling yourself tear up against the Libero’s chest.  “If I couldn’t fall in love with Akaashi who was perfect, what’s wrong with me?”

You felt something shift as Yaku maneuvered you around, a new set of arms wrapped around you.

“Nothings wrong with you.” Kuroo reassured, his taller stature dominating the hug as his strong arms pressed you into his chest.

“He should’ve been the one.” Your voice was near whispering, “And now it’s over.”

Kenma held one of your free hands, squeezing it as he looked at you. “I have ice cream at home if you want to share.”

You sighed out a smile, the first real one today. “Okay.”

Kuroo continued to hold your hand the entire way home, even after Yaku and Kai had waved off in a different direction. Kenma said nothing, not even typing away on his phone as the three of you took the train back.

You told yourself that Kuroo was just comforting you. He was one of your best friends, that’s all there was. There was no point in looking for more, especially when that overthinking is what got you so latched on in the first place.

But it was hard to think nothing of it when you were hyper-aware of Kuroo’s touch. It was more than just holding hands. It was the arm around you on the train, pulling you into his side. The feather light feel of his cheek against yours. The way his eyes lingered on you the entire night. 

God, Kuroo had you under his spell this entire time, hadn’t he?

It did not let up when you were eating ice cream in Kenma’s house and a part of you wanted to signal the blonde for help when Kuroo offered to walk the rest of the way home with you.

But Kenma knew you better than your own mind, offering you a mischievous smirk before waving the two of you goodnight.

Kuroo reached for your hand again and you pretended to be on your phone, occupied before he could make the move. But when you put it away, there was no mistaking it, he grabbed your hand then and the fight was over.

How ironic. 

You accepted a break-up with your boyfriend because of how hung up you were with the middle-blocker in front of you.

And now that you had his attention, it only made you want to run away.

“Thanks for walking me home.” You tried to pull your hand away once your house was in sight.

But Kuroo’s grip was relentless. “A lot of bad stuff can happen between here and the end of the block.”

And so you followed along, holding hands like two friends being bro’s, you screamed at yourself that that was all there was.

When he kissed your forehead goodnight? Nope. Just some homie love, nothing else. Who’s looking into this? Not you.

But it only persisted as the week went by. 

You broke the news to the rest of the team the next day, Lev offering to stomp him into the ground during the next practice match. But you reassured them by no means was Akaashi in the wrong. Still, the other members would coddle you in smaller ways. 

Yaku kept an eye out for you while Lev and Inuoka would pull you into sweaty hugs. Kai would offer you fruit packs time to time and Kenma had even let you place his newest game. They were all trying in their own little ways, but Kuroo was the most prominent of the bunch.

He was especially hanging around you, making arrangements to sit next to you at lunch, even when you started off the period with someone else. Any and all of your free time between periods was somehow spent together, whether in the classroom, the art room, or anywhere on campus. 

He was just being a good friend after all. You went through a breakup of all things, he was just looking out for one of his best bro’s. Right?

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know, but what for now?” You asked Kenma, his dead-panned face across the lunch table giving away nothing.

Once you had retreated to the roof just for a quiet moment alone, but he found you regardless. Tucked under his arm was some milk bread from the school concession and some juice packs.

He greeted you before motioning to his makeshift care-package, “Thought you’d like a snack.”

“Thanks, Kuroo.” You motioned to sit-up, but he took the seat on the bench next to you. “You’ve really been there for me this week.”

Kuroo paused before putting a gentle hand over your own, “I care about you a lot.”

“This goes both ways, y’know.” You replied, an honest smile reflecting back at him before you turned to put straws in the juice pack.

“I don’t want to rush you or anything….” Kuroo continued, “But know that I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too!” You answered back, offering a juice pack back to him.

Kuroo went through the motion and grabbed the juice, eyes narrowed in confusion as you easily reflected his words back at him. 

Were you really not getting it?

“No, I mean like.” Frustrated, Kuroo grabbed at his hair. “Here.”

He put both juices down, his free hand moving to your cheek, pulling you closer as he brushed his lips above your brow. You stilled at the motion, but Kuroo lingered for a moment before withdrawing enough to look you in the eyes.

“I’m in love with you. Please give me a chance to show you.”

You backed up immediately, hands flying between you as you stood.

“Woah, I— since when?!”

“A month ago.” Kuroo stood as well, “Just enough to realize I didn’t want to lose you to anyone else.”

You groaned aloud, “Kuroo, that’s not what love is.”

“Yes, it is. Love means I want to hold you and make you mine, to kiss you now and every day if I can.” He retorted, not moving in his spot and his eyes connected with yours.

“Kuroo, this… I don’t know!” You stumbled along your words, unable to hold his intense gaze as he bared his feelings. 

“I don’t mean to rush you, but I think it’d only be fair if you were aware of my feelings.”

You bit your lip, it seemed your life was full of ironies.

“I used to be in love with you for so long, Kuroo.”

He stopped then, eyes widening in surprise as you dropped your longest secret on your best friend.

“And then you were dating and in love with Alissa and I wanted nothing more than to move from you. And for my feelings to be nothing but a sad  memory.”

“I wasn’t in love with her.” Kuroo cut in.

“That doesn’t really matter, does it? Because I wasn’t enough for you to see then so what difference does it make now?”

“Wait.” Kuroo stepped closer and you took a reflexive step back, making him stop. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were going on and on about her! All of you — the whole team talked about her like she was the perfect person for you.” You answered, getting visibly agitated. “And who was I to stop you from being happy?”

Kuroo sighed, a small wistful smile on his face as he heard of your struggles. “God, I love you.”

“What?!”

“She doesn’t make me happy. Not like you do.”

“Kuroo — !”

“Stop overthinking.” Kuroo took two wide steps before you could run away, grabbing at your waist and encasing you in his arms. “I’m sorry that I hurt you in the past, but I am begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.”

“But what if—“

“No. Stop thinking about the ifs.” Kuroo interrupted, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead. “Let me prove to you how much I love you.”

You felt the crease of his lips against your skin, slowly making its way down before connecting your lips together in a chaste peck.

He could feel your hesitation, the way your hands stayed balled at your sides. “I won’t rush you. But please, give us a chance.”

You closed your eyes shut, taking a deep breathe before raising a palm to his chest.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You laughed lightly, “Yes, you big ole nerd.”

Kuroo shot you one of his honest smiles back, not one of the goading smirks he sent opposing teams or the charismatic one when we wanted something. One of the arms around your waist crawled it’s way upward, settling behind your head as it pulled you closer.

He kissed at your forehead again, especially careful before he made his way downward. Taking some initiative, you leaned upward to kiss him firm on the lips.

Kuroo recoiled back in surprise before smiling again, pulling you into his chest as he leaned down for another smooch. The skin of his lips was surprisingly smooth, silky as it moved against yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kuroo.”

—xXxXxXxXxXx—

Extra:

Your break with Akaashi was so minimal that you were actually excited to see the setter during Fukurodani’s practice match.

If only your team felt the same.

You reminded them time and time again that your break was nothing to worry about and it should definitely not be the reason behind unnecessary drama. Especially since you were Kuroo now, not even two weeks after. But with the way Lev and Yaku were training, you were sure they were going to attempt a beat down.

When the Fukurodani team entered the gym the next day, you waved at the managers excitedly and it was Kaori that came up to you looking sheepish.

“How’ve you been holding up?”

“Honestly, really well!” You answered.

“Oh, so you haven’t heard?”

“Heard about what?” You asked back, only to light up when Akaashi neared you. Giving him a hug in greeting, you smiled happily at the two.

“Woah.” Kaori commented.

“How’ve you been doing?” Akaashi asked as he pulled away from your prolonged hug, still shoulder-to-shoulder with you.

“Good — I would watch out for Lev though. I think he wants to pummel you.”

Akaashi sighed, “Beautiful.”

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto cut in, literally in between the two of you and putting some space. “Who’s beautiful?”

The setter sighed before looking toward you.

“Don’t worry, Bokuto. We both can appreciate Akaashi’s beauty.” You joked, but the wing-spiker threw a possessive arm over his shoulders.

“Good — as long as you know he’s all mine.” Bokuto continued, pulling a red-faced Akaashi toward him.

You smiled before feeling an arm around your own shoulders.

“Am I missing out on the party?” Kuroo asked, playful tone contrasting with his hard gaze. He was trying a little too hard to look casual, but it was clear from his eyes that he was sizing up your ex-boyfriend.

“Nothing to miss out on.” You responded. “Just wanted to say hi to my good friend, Akaashi.”

Bokuto turned to the man under his hold and the setter nodded in agreement, “We text often, it’s nice to actually see each other.”

“You’re never this excited to see me!”

Akaashi smiled playfully before replying, “Bokuto-san, we see each other every day. Seeing her is special.”

Kuroo narrowed his eyes, evaluating the direction before leaning back. “Fine. Why don’t we catch-up too, Bokuto?”

“What? Are you crazy —!?”

But Kuroo was not paying attention, leaning down to give you a sloppy kiss with the other three as the audience.

He held the back of your head, guiding you back into him as you unintentionally moaned into his embrace. Kuroo particularly enjoyed ravishing you now, licking at your inner walls and relishing the slick of saliva that connected you two even after he pulled away.

“You asshole!” Bokuto exclaimed when Kuroo grabbed him, pulling him along as you stood there attempting to fix yourself.

Akaashi laughed at the display before turning to you with a smile.

“What a kiss.” Kaori had her hands to her face, secondhand embarrassment apparent from the blush. “Looks like Kuroo is every bit the jealous type as Bokuto.”

“Not usually.” You replied, still feeling the heat from your cheeks.

“I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.” Akaashi stated, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. 

“I’m glad Bokuto came to his senses too.” You responded, squeezing in kind before hearing both your names exclaimed from across the gym. 

“5 feet away, minimum!” Bokuto was stretching out a space between his hands, pointing at the two of you.

Akaashi sighed before letting go, shooting you a tired but endearing smile. Kaori laughed, saying you two were so odd, but glad that the friendship between schools was preserved.

But it was the look on Kuroo’s face, as his narrowed eyes travelled from the setter than back to you, that told you just what was in store for you later.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[spinaroos-47]

Hunter Noceda AU!

So, this has been an au that's been developing on my mind for the last two weeks, and Yesterday's Lie has helped to rough out the start of the story but it's still not very developed.

The basic is, Hunter would have somehow ended up falling on the human realm through a leak caused by Titan's blood (i haven't figured out exactly how that happened yet) when he was pretty young, like three or four years old and Camila (and presumably Luz's dad) found him and adopted him!

Then, years later, when Luz is being sent to the camp, he would be going too, working as a counselor-in-training there. But then the whole Owlbert thing happens and he ends up following Luz and Owlbert to the demon realm and the story goes from there.

- He and Luz are pretty close since neither of them are exactly popular or even well liked. They’re two ND kids who mostly only trust eachother since they almost always were the only ones who understood and stood up for the other. They both love Azura a lot and often end up in hours long discussions about the lore and theories.

- He has felt like he didn’t belong there for a lot of reasons. The pointy ears, magenta eyes, just appearing out of nowhere when he was small, having no idea where he’s from, anger issues, being very obviously ND and having weird interests, and the list goes on.

- Generally he's more cautious than Luz about almost everything, trying to think things through first, he likes being sure of what to expect. But that gets dropped down quite a bit when they're in the Boiling Isles because everything is so interesting and he's excited to know more, ending up more impulsive, even if its a bit out of his comfort zone a lot of times.

- He's hesitant to stay on the Boiling Isles at first (for obvious reasons) but he decides to stay because 1) Luz 2) He wants to know more about witches, since that's his chance to finally know more about who he is 3) Magic nerd number 2.

- It takes a while for him to discover he's powerless. He at first thought it was because of Earth not having natural magic like the Boiling Isles do, and then he goes to the assumption that his magic is funky because of having stayed on earth for so long, but that it will come back one day. But he does end up realizing he just never had a working magic bile sac. Takes a little while for him to accept that.

- He's autistic/ADHD, aromantic and trans (trans guy Hunter and nonbinary Luz solidarity).

- King loves staying with him, often leaving him trapped in the couch not able to leave because he fell asleep on top of him (and no one disturbs King’s naps).

- He has the habit of hiding his ears quite often ever since Jacob one time bugged him about it when he had the displeasure of bumping into him one time on the coffee shop. He still does it on the Boiling Isles out of habit, but kinda drops it after a while, specially around the owlfam.

-  Most if not all the emotional problems Canon Hunter has are still there, but not as outward/extreme as in canon or they appear in different ways.

- He’s also a magic nerd because of Azura, as well as a history nerd, who sneaks into any library near him, be it in Gravesfield or Bonesborough. He would love Hexside, he’d probably choose all tracks like Luz, but maybe not going all out like her.

- Idk If he's still a grimwalker here. Maybe? Could be interesting

- And I also don’t know how the second season could play out . If he's a grimwalker, then there could be an even younger Golden Guard. That’s a fun and horrifying idea, i think I'll go with it. Would be a hell of an existential crisis.

- I think that, while extremely invested in the glyphs too, he would be searching for other ways of doing magic too, to not have to rely on only glyphs.

- His and Luz's father is still alive (we didn't get confirmation that he died and the possibility of him being alive makes some good small bit of angst for the au, as I’ll explain on the next points), but divorced/broke up with Camila some years ago and she ended up with the custody of both Hunter and Luz, and they still sometimes see him.

- There wasn't any way of Vee knowing about Hunter and his relationship to Luz before she decided to escape to the human realm. She only finds out about him when Camila asks about him and she doesn't immediatly associate him being the witch she saw with Luz at the start, she just assumed he was another witch who lived there, she only realizes who he is when camp ends. He had agreed to wait with Luz for the bus until some colleagues who were also going to be counselors-in-training were going to pick him up and give him a ride to the camp (to not “embarass Luz by the otehr campers knowing they’re siblings”), so when Camila found Vee alone, she assumed he had already gone.

- And just like Luz, he lied about going to camp to Camila, and lied to the colleagues that he gave up on that (and Vee accidentally helped by giving the same answer when asked about it and panicked). He really wants to know more about where he’s from and about all kinds of magic and everything going on, and he doesn’t want to worry Camila and if he said the truth while Luz was lying it wouldn’t end well for both of them. He’s scared of being forced away from all these things he wants to discover, and doesn’t want it for Luz either, and like her, he loves this new support group they both have. His plan was to keep the lie until camp ended, but we all know this doesn’t go as planned and he gets really nervous about this, like, barely able to keep himself from having a crisis.

- He is very attached to Camila, he would send her messages everyday, and the guilt eats him alive. Luz and he talk a lot about this in the middle of the nights.

- So, portal gets destroyed, camp ends. Camila is (obviously) stressed out by only finding one of her kids and discovering that Hunter never even got there in the first place. She can’t contact him in any way so she’s pretty sure he ran away, maybe to her ex’s house, so this already makes her feel horrible and like she messed up a lot, assuming he hated living there. It worsens a lot of stuff for Yesterday’s Lie.

- Luz does tell that Hunter is fine and with her (he wasn’t on the portal realm doing this experiment with her), and it breaks Camila’s heart to know that, while Hunter is okay, both of her kids are trapped in a different realm, there’s a kid that acted as Luz ever since camp started and she didn’t even know, and that Hunter and Luz chose to stay there and lied to her. I don’t think that, when Luz gets out of the portal, she even tells Hunter about everything of this situation.

- Yeah Yesterday’s Lie made this so fucking sad

There isn't much on the story besides the start and where the second season has stopped for now, the relationships haven't been fleshed out yet and his design also isn't finalized, but I'm so excited to share this au!