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ohdorothea · 13 days ago

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This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Snow On The Beach Ft More Lana lyrics

One night a few moons ago I

Saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

Life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

I'm unglued, thanks to you

And it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

I searched 'aurora borealis green'

I've never seen someone lit from within

Blurring out my periphery

My smile is like I won a contest

And to hide that would be so dishonest

And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it

'Til you do

'Til it's true

Now it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it

I, can't

I don't even dare to wish it

I, don't

But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Now I'm all for you like Janet

Can this be a real thing, can it?

Are we falling like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

It's coming down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, like snow, ah yeah

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Karma ft Ice Spice lyrics

Karma is that girl like (Grah)

You're talking shit

For the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal

But you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare

You'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma is ya checks 'boutta bounce (Damn)

Karma is a fire in ya house (Grah)

And she 'boutta pop up unannounced (Like)

And she never leaving you alone (Damn)

Watch her put ya opps on a throne (Damn)

Got you waving pretty white flags

Feenin' for that cash

Thinking it'll save ya

Now you switching up ya behavior

It's okay, baby

You ain't gotta worry, karma never gets lazy

So I keep my head up, my bread up, I won't let up (Never)

Promise that you'll never endeavor with none lesser (Ever, ever)

I be draggin' that wagon

Karma is a beauty winning that pageant (Grah)

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (Damn)

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that (Grah)

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade but I'm still here

I'm still here

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

And karma's gonna track you down

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice

Karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit (Facts)

Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is my bestie

Karma's a relaxing thought...

Karma's gonna hold you down

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familyvideostevie · 2 years ago

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tough luck

you try out a new bar with some friends. it's great, except for the jerk. who spills his drink on you. but maybe it's not all bad... | fem!reader, meet cute, 1.5k

Your friends swore this was a good spot. The parking lot is almost always packed, but it's got cheap beer, nice staff, and clean bathrooms.

And, apparently, an entire squad of naval aviators. Who are rather loud and take up most of the usable space around the bar itself. A handful of guys and girls, all laughing and having a nice time. Only beautiful people are allowed in the Navy, it seems. After a round of drinks you brace yourself to squeeze by them to make your way to the bathroom.

"'Scuse me, sorry," you say. A blonde guy with glasses moves out of the way automatically and smiles at you. "Sorry, just gotta get to the bathroom." You're almost clear and then a pair of broad shoulders turns too quickly. Maybe he doesn't see you, maybe he thinks he's moving the right way, but suddenly you've got beer all over your shirt...your very pale, very thin shirt.

"Hey," you say, eyes on your chest.

"Nice one, Rooster," someone calls. You're too surprised to do much but stand there for a second, and then you look up to see which asshole spilled on you.

"Shut up, dude," he calls over his shoulder before turning to face you. Tall, sun-kissed skin and hair, the trademark Navy mustache, and wearing a fucking Hawaiian shirt and...sunglasses? Inside? No wonder he didn't see you. Idiot. He shoves said glasses on top of his head, eyes wide as they rake over you.

"Oh my god," he says. "Holy shit. I am so sorry." His friends aren't laughing at you, not really, but they are definetly amused at his mistake. One of them, the same guy who moved over for you, is flagging the bartender down for some rags.

You consider cursing him out, consider calling him an asshole, consider storming out of the bar. But what good would any of that do?

"Are you okay?" he asks. You come back to the moment and realize he's probably asked you more than once.

You grimace. "Uh, fine," you say. You want to be mad, you maybe shouldbe mad, but he seems genuinely rattled that he's dumped his beer on you and it really was a mistake. God knows you've been where he is before. But your shirt is rapidly becoming see-through so you give him a tight smile and high tail it to the bathroom.

It becomes clear that there's no hope for your shirt. You wipe the beer off of your neck and arms with wet paper towels and ring it out as best as you can. You doubt your friends saw what happened through the crowd because no one has come to rescue you yet, and you left your phone at the table.

"Good spot, my ass," you mutter. And then you hear a conversation that seems to be directly outside the bathroom door.

"Just go in there, please, Phoenix? I can't go in, obviously." Call signs, you think. They really are strange.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Rooster? You dragged me away from my drink for this?" You don't recognize that voice.

"Come on, her shirt was ruined! Just go in and give it to her, okay?" The bathroom door swings open and one of the women you saw at the bar storms in. She's got something purple slung over her shoulder.

"Uh, hi?" you say.

"Hi," she says. She sheds some of her stiff stance and smiles at you. "You okay?" she says.

You suppose that you could have been hurt -- that guy was pretty big. But he didn't knock you, or anything. Just...soaked you. "Yeah," you sigh. "Lost cause, though." You gesture to your shirt. She grimaces.

"Well, here." She tosses the thing over her shoulder at you and you catch it. "The big idiot who got you into this wanted me to give it to you." You hold it out in front of you and see that it's a t-shirt for the bar you're currently in. The Hard Deck is printed in neat script on the front and it seems like it'll be a bit big for you, but it'll work.

"Thanks," you say. She shrugs.

"No problem." Without another word she saunters out of the bathroom. You pop into a stall and change, dumping your beer-soaked shirt into the trash and head back out to find your friends.

The guy who spilled on you -- Rooster, you think -- is leaning on the wall across from the door. When you walk out he looks up sharply and stands up tall.

"Hey," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, this is probably kind of creepy, waiting for you like this. I just wanted to make sure it fit? If not, I can get you another --"

You're tempted to let him keep going, but you put him out of his misery. "It's fine," you tell him. "Thank you."

The crease between his brows gets deeper. "No, don't thank me. I spilled all over you!" He looks so distressed that you laugh a little.

"Well, now you're down a beer and I got a free shirt, so I think I made out pretty good here." Rooster looks a little surprised and then chuckles in disbelief.

"Okay," he says, settling his hands on his hips. His biceps flex under his stupid shirt and you take notice. Okay, so the guy who poured beer on you is hot. So what? "Let me buy you a drink as my final act of repayment. If you want," he adds. "Then you can be done with me."

"Okay, sure," you say. He beams at you. "Rooster."

"Bradley," he says. "You can call me Bradley."

"Bradley," you repeat. He watches your mouth as you say it and then his grin turns into something a little different and your stomach swoops dangerously. You imagine that flying in one of his jets feels something like this.

You follow him back to the bar where his crew is hanging out and he orders you a beer.

"Don't worry," says a tall, blonde guy with a smirk. "We won't let him live this down. Ever." You let yourself look at Bradley's back as you shrug.

"Oh, good," you reply. "Because that was my favorite shirt."

Bradley whirls around, your beer in hand, though he holds it far from you. "Really?" he asks, sounding a shade away from heartbroken.

"No," you say, taking the drink from him. His fingers send tingles through you where they brush yours. "Thanks, Bradley!" And you head back to your table without a backwards glance to the sound of cheers and laughter behind you.

Your friends drag you back a week later. Well, you don't really get dragged. Let's say you're not exactly opposed to giving The Hard Deck another go. And sure enough, when you get there, you see the same crew of navy folks at the bar. You volunteer to get the drinks and your friends send you off with cheers.

The blonde guy with the smirk sees you first. "Hey!" he calls. At first you think he's talking to you, but then he turns to the group. "Rooster, it's your girl!"

"She came back!" says someone else.

"Don't scare her away, Rooster!"

Your stomach flips a little and you remember the moment with Bradley by the bathroom. Clearly you've become squad gossip, but you find that you don't mind all that much.

Sure enough, Rooster appears, sans sunglasses and in a plain shirt this time. He slides up next to you at the bar and beams. You can't help but beam back. Clearly he's glad to see you and it makes you even gladder to see him.

"Well, hey," he says. He makes a show of putting his beer on the counter before stepping even closer to you.

"Hi," you say. "Spill on anyone lately?" He sucks on his teeth like he's thinking, tapping his long fingers on the bar top.

"Yeah, actually," he says. His gaze rakes over your face before settling on your eyes. "This really pretty girl last week."

Someone scoffs and you look away from him to see the bartender rolling her eyes are she washes a glass, but Bradley keeps going. "But I didn't get her name." He takes a small step closer to you, the hand on the bar sliding so that it's resting by your elbow. "And I was hoping she'd come back so I could ask for it."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from taking over your face. "Were you now?" you say. "And what would you do if you got it?"

He shrugs. His forearm brushes yours. "Well, I think I'd ask her if I could buy her a drink. Without spilling anything on her, first, obviously."

You laugh. He leans more on the counter, slouching sideways so much so that his neck is totally on display. You have a flash of what it would be like to trace the vein by his adam's apple. He looks smug but you decide to allow it.

"Alright," you say. You tell him your name and he mouths it silently before saying it out loud, just once.

"Perfect," he says, standing up straight again and turning to the bartender, bumping your hip gently with his. "Penny, another beer, please."

Yeah, you think. Maybe it is.

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deke-rivers-1957 · 10 months ago

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Toby Goes to Hogwarts

"Now son how's ya robes fittin ya? Ain't gonna be meltin down cause of em?"

Ah look in the mirror an see mahself in a set of school robes. Ah kinda bounce a bit.

"Ah look sharp! Ah'm ready fer Hogwarts!"

He pats mah shoulder smilin.

"That's mah boy! 11 years old an yer gonna be goin out on yer own havin adventures."

Ah go down ta the kitchen ta put the finishin touches on the tank fer Trevor. Pop an Ah get the last thangs together. Ah pick up mah trunk an' backpack an' Trevor's tank an we head out ta the car.

"Do ya got mah ticket, Pop?"

He smiles an nods.

"Got it right in mah pocket. Ah'mma give ya the ticket once we get ta the station."

"Ok."

Ah start fidgetin an look out the window.

Time Skip

Ah'm startin ta get a lil scared once we get ta the station. Pop parks the car an helps get mah stuff out. Ah see 'em lookin at me like he think somethin's wrong.

"Wha's wrong Pop?"

"You's best be fixin ta get ya cryin out the way Toby. Ah know this' gonna be yer first time away from me so jus let out yer cryin now."

Ah try not ta cry... but Ah can't help it. Ah hug Pop an cry a little bit. He hugs me back.

"Ah'm givin ya money fer lil snacks an yer ticket. Ya can send me letters anytime ya want. It'll take awhile but Ah promise ta send ya one back."

Ah'm still cryin an in a way Ah'm glad it's rainin. Ah like this type a rain cause it's all nice an cold.

"We's best be gettin on the platform before we get wet."

Ah follow Pop as we run inta the wall ta get on the platform. Ah'm a lil upset Ah started cryin in front a people but Ah keep on goin', hopin' Pop'll think Ah'm brave.

"Jus be brave, Toby. Ah know this'll be hard at first but it'll be ok."

Ah see the train an hear a sound tha's like a mix a whistles an train wheel squeak. Pop looks over at mah face an notices mah lil' waterin' eyes.

"Doncha worry bout the train son. It'll sound loud at first but once ya give it a couple mins, yer gonna feel better."

Ah wipe mah eyes knowin Pop's makin sense. Ah can't really say anythang cause Ah'm tryna catch mah breath. Pop pats mah head an Ah start ta feel better.

"You's gonna be makin new friends Toby. Got yer frog, Trevor goin wit ya. Just gotta let out yer feelins an get on the train."

"Oh-Ok, Pop."

Ah wanna make sure Ah'm gonna find mah way on that train, seein' as how Ah'm not so good wit trains normally. Mah mind goes blank an mah stomach feels tied up wit knots. But this time instead of bein' a scared kid it feels different. Ah think this' the first time Ah've ever felt real special. Maybe this' what Hogwarts' supposed ta be like.

"Watch yer step son. Jus gotta get on the train an you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Pop."

Ah make it ta the top an stand by the train window. Ah look back at Pop standin on the platform. Mah face is full a excitement an a flood of feelins. Mah stomach starts ta hurt real bad.

"Bye Pop! Ah love ya!"

"Bye son. Love ya too."

Ah try ta keep a straight face an keep watchin' mah Pop as the train pulls outta the station while gainin' speed.

"Trevor. Are we gonna be ok?"

He looks at me with his froggie eyes and ribbits. Ah try not ta cry agin.

"Thanks Trevor. We's gonna be great then."

Ah hear somebody clear their throat. Ah turn round.

"Need help? I'll show ya how to find a seat."

"Well. Ok."

Ah follow the man through the train till Ah find a special train room.

"Thank ya sir."

Ah sit down knowin it's time ta close mah eyes an take a deep breath. Mah head leans against the train window as the train rattles down the tracks. Mah stomach starts to hurt real bad, like real bad... But Ah'm on the way to Hogwarts.

Time Skip

"Hello. My name is Jacklin. Jacklin Gryffindor. May I sit here with you?"

Ah peek out one eye an see a girl bout mah age lookin at mah face. She's got very pale skin an almost white hair. She's looks magical like the LOTR girl from mah daydreams. Mah stomach is still turnin' somersaults in mah gut.

"Oh, Ah guess so... Mah name's Toby Kwimper."

Ah notice that her eyes are still on mah face. She opens her mouth to say something, then stops and just stares at mah face.

"Is this your first time on the Hogwarts Express? You look like you have motion sickness."

"Uh yeah...how'd ya know?"

Ah'm surprised she could even notice all that. Mah stomach's still turnin' over in all kinds a directions.

"When I got on the train I saw a few other first year students get sick."

"Oh. Well Ah'm not just gettin' sick, Ah'm gettin' real sick. Would ya maybe have somethin' ta settle mah stomach? Do ya know any spells?"

Ah feel sick enough to puke.

"Well I do know something. Try to focus on me, Toby."

"But mah stomach's turnin' and hurtin' real bad. Ah'm gonna puke."

Ah clutch mah stomach an look at Jacklin. Her eyes seem ta be drawin' me in.

"Just take deep breaths."

Ah'm scared ta hold her hands. But Ah'm scared to puke in front a her even worse. Ah slowly put mah hands out an we grab each other's hands. We jus look at each other's faces an try to think about somethin' else.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

The pain's gone. Ah can still feel mah stomach movin, but it's stopped hurtin'.

"Thanks."

Ah look at her an give her a little smile.

"That's lovely to hear, Toby. If you don't mind I think we try to distract ourselves. Let's talk about our wands."

Ah sit back in mah seat an' look at her. It's been awhile since Ah've seen mah wand. Ah dig it outta mah pocket an take a good look at it.

"Awright. What d'ya wanna know?"

Ah see 'er lookin at it.

"Is that an english oak wand? What's the core?"

"Yeap, English oak wit'a unicorn hair core."

Ah give her another little smile.

"And tha's good?"

"English oak wood supposedly was used to make Merlin's wand. Wizards who use this wand have to have strong intuition, and tend to like nature. You might end up becoming really good with our classes that focus on plants and magical creatures."

Ah feel mahself noddin but Ah don't really get everythang she's sayin.

"Yeap. Ah think Mr. Ollivander done tol me bout all that. Ah like it."

Ah smile an seem ta be a little cloud a light an have warm, fuzzy feelings in mah brain that's makin' me feel good fer a change. Jacklin takes out her wand.

"This is a cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core."

"Cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core? What's a Veela?"

She looks up at me.

"Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine like the moon. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders. My mother can do that but since I'm only half-Veela I can't."

Ah blink at her cause she said a lotta words.

"But what does that mean about the core of the wand?"

"Veela hair helps tame temperamental wands. Cherry wood is very rare in the UK and can be very dangerous. Only wizards with a lot of self control should get wands like this."

Ah look at her with big surprised eyes.

"Why d'ya gotta say that?"

Ah can feel mah stomach startin' ta rumble again. Mah face heats up an Ah start ta look at mah wand again ta try an' distract myself.

"Since I'm part Veela, I'm always trying to keep my powers under control. Veela have the ability to hypnotize most people attracted to girls when we dance. I try not to dance though because I know it makes them do dangerous things."

Ah look up at you. Mah stomach is rumblin' still, but Ah'm more scared of lookin' at her eyes now that Ah know what they can do. Ah hear her sigh.

"Veela magic is a curse when you think about it. You never know who your real friends are. My family supports half blooded and human born wizards but it's too dangerous for me to be around pure humans."

Mah stomach's turned back into just a big knot. Ah can feel mah face tryin' ta change into a soft, sad little face. Ah got no choice bout this one.

"Tha's a shame. Ah'm sorry ya have ta live wit that. Ya seem so nice."

"We're always, no matter what, physically perfect; graceful; and flawless. Nothing can make us look bad. Even when I start to get acne it doesn't seem to matter. That's why I wish I can have someone tell me I look snotty. At least that would be a sign I'm like any other 11 year old girl."

Ah notice her skin seems ta look perfect. She ain't got bruises or paper cuts on her hands like Ah do. Ah wish Ah could comfort her an Ah don't want her to feel so bad. After a bit, Ah start ta think about somethin'.

"Hey! Yer lips don't look perfect. There's a crack right in the middle of one of 'em!"

Ah hope Ah weren't soundin too mean. Girls in the past usually jus laugh at me or think Ah'm gross.

"Where?"

Ah point ta her lip an the little crack in the middle.

"Right there. See it?"

She looks at her reflection in the window.

"They do look a bit chapped. So does that mean that you don't feel affected by my magic?"

"Nah. Least Ah don't think Ah do cause now that Ah'm seein yer dry lips tha's all Ah can focus on."

She looks away from the window.

"I see. I didn't realize they were that dry."

Ah'm glad Ah was able to find somethin' that ain't perfect bout her. The knot in mah stomach slowly starts ta go away.

"See ya ain't so perfect. Perfect girls ain't got cracked lips."

She touches them ta feel how they're so dry.

"I should probably buy a bottle of pumpkin juice when the Honeydukes trolley passes by."

Ah look at her, an Ah wanna laugh. Ah dunno why since Ah know it probly ain't that funny.

"Wha's pumpkin juice good fer?"

"Anything to drink should help add moisture to my lips. The trolley on this train has only pumpkin juice since we're going to have a feast when we get to Hogwarts."

Mah eyes look real big cause Ah sure Ah ain't knowed we's gonna eat a lotta food.

"Feast?"

"Oh. Don't you have start of term feasts where you're from, Toby?"

Ah jus look at her knowin Ah ain't understood a word she said.

"Oh, not at mah school. Sometimes we got pizza days but then on the last day a school we get this hotdog day. Sure ain't a feast cause we'd only get one hotdog an a bag a Fritos or Pringles. Ya know those small little bags they give ya cause the school jus ain't got a lotta money..."

Ah jus start ramblin bout mah old school. Ah guess tha's a good thang cause she ain't tol' me ta shut up yet.

"Are you autistic Toby?"

Ah stop talkin. Ah need a sec ta figure out wha she said but Ah nod cause Ah'm scared ta say yes out loud.

"Uh huh."

"I think that might explain why you're not affected by my Veela magic."

Ah turn mah head a bit cause that don't make sense.

"How come?"

"I'm not sure since not everyone with autism seems to be affected the same way. It’s very rare to even have any immunity as it is."

"An yer sayin' Ah'm the only person that ain't affected by yer magic?"

"Outside of my family, yes. I’m not sure if there’s anyone else who wouldn’t be affected by it."

Ah look at her with wide eyes. Mah mind's racein' with ideas and excitement.

"If it ain't too personal, what does yer family worry about?"

"That my Veela magic causes the boys to do dangerous things to try to impress me. That’s why I said my magic is similar to a siren. Even when I don’t willingly use it, it’s still there. I can’t turn it off."

"Sounds like a pain."

Ah look out da window while smackin mah hands gainst mah seat.

"We nearly at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an Wizardry yet?"

Ah look back at her an give her another half-smilin' look.

"I think we have another hour before we get there. Do you want anything from the trolley?"

Ah remember mah stomach's rumblin a bit.

"Yes. Ah think Ah could go fer one of 'em pumpkin juices. Ah ain't gonna be gettin cracked lips too."

The trolley lady appears an Ah try ta get mah wizardin money.

"Anythin off the trolley dears?"

"Yes, ma'am. One of dem pumpkin juices if ya got it."

She turns ta Jacklin an she wants ta get everythang. She's gotta be rich if she can get all 'em snacks an pumpkin juice too. Ah dunno if Ah'd be able ta eat anythang at the feast. Ah can't help but smile like a baby, an mah stomach seems ta go from a knot ta a floppin' flounders tail.

"Tha'll be 12 sickles loves."

Ah try ta count out tha money an hand it ta her.

"Thank ya ma'am."

Mah mouth is almost drooling. Mah eyes're all wide open. Mah stomach's a-rumblin' an' a-growlin'. Mah hands're all fidgety on tha pumpkin juice.

"Have you ever had anything from Honeydukes before, Toby?"

Ah shake my head, still lookin' at her snack an droolin' an starvin' an waitin' impatiently, like a baby might act.

"Oh that's right, you're American. You probably don't have Honeydukes there."

"Oh no. We ain't even got a trolley fer snacks. Is tha pumpkin juice good? It smells real good."

"I think it makes for a nice summer's drink. It seems to be popular because it's sweet."

Ah nod an mah stomach growls again.

"So it means Ah can have a sip right now?"

"Oh yes. Sorry about that, Toby."

Ah smile at her then immediately take a big drink out of tha bottle. The drink seems ta instantly help mah hunger pangs. Ah feel mah stomach settlin.

"Thanks fer buyin all these snacks, Jacklin."

"I figure it’s time that you learn what all these snacks are. Have you ever tried a chocolate frog before?"

"Nah. No one eats frogs back home. Ah mean some do but they don't cover 'em in chocolate. They fry their legs. Ah don't eat 'em though cause... Ah got mah frog Trevor."

Ah look at a package an then back ta her. Mah stomach growls an then Ah turn ta look at tha frog package. Ah'm tryin' real hard ta be polite an well behaved.

"Go on Toby, open it."

Ah open it up. A magical chocolate frog starts ta hop around.

"Don't worry, Toby. These frogs are just chocolate shaped like ones. They’re not alive."

Ah grab it an' start nommin' tha chocolate frog like it's some kinda animal. It's meltin' in mah mouth... A real frog'd take some time to eat or swallow.

"It's reeeeeal gooood."

Mah stomach's growlin slows down.

"Thank ya."

Ah smile like a baby at her.

"There’s the card that comes with it. The boys like to trade them when they collect these."

Ah look at the picture of tha frog and read tha card.

"Which one did you get, Toby?"

"Ah dunno who Ah got but it says Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh that's Headmaster Dumbledore. We'll be meeting him today once we get to Hogwarts."

Mah growlin' calms way down. Ah feel real full an relaxed and tired, but Ah feel good. Ah smile up at her like one o' those baby animals with tha big eyes.

"Ya know, Ah feel like Ah ate mah favorite dinner an' then Ah ate mah dessert an then some mo' favorite dinner an then some mo dessert. Ah feel kinda... kinda full... A little... sleepy...

Ah yawn a little, an' Ah lean against her until Trevor ribbits.

"What was that? Chocolate frogs never sound like real ones."

Ah snap awake after her voice startles mah half-asleep mind.

"Oh."

Ah look around to find tha sound. Ah see Trevor on tha floor an' Ah pick it up.

"Trevor started talkin' ta me."

"Is that your pet, Toby?"

"Uh huh. His name's Trevor."

Ah let Trevor sit on mah hand an' scratch tha back a his head. He likes tha way Ah'm scratchin' him. Ah wonder if he likes mah scratchin' better than tha others. He likes tha way Ah pet him.

"Wanna come an sit on mah lap Trevor?"

There's a big smile on mah face. Trevor climbs onto mah lap so Ah can get better access ta pet him. Ah notice Jacklin lookin at me.

"Wha's happened?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing happened, Toby. I was just thinking about you and your frog. I think the English oak was a good choice for your wand.

"Why's that?"

She smiles at me.

"Trevor seems to understand what you’re saying like he’s a person too."

"Well tha's cause Trevor's smart like Ah am. He's talkin' ta me like he knew me real well ever since Ah got 'em. We're basically friends."

Ah say all that wit a serious face. Cause Ah mean it. Jacklin don't seem ta think Ah'm weird that Ah talk ta frogs.

"Well that's nice Toby."

Ah give Trevor a long and tender scratch along tha back an' tha back a his neck, an he seems ta like it. Ah look at Jacklin an Ah see the same kinda look in her eyes now too. She seems ta understand me a little better all a sudden. Mah stomach doesn't growl no more. Ah feel really happy like Ah ain't ever felt before. Mah heart's flippin around. But Ah'm happy. Real happy...

Tag list: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, and @presleysgirl6.

#toby and the veela #ecu fanfiction #hp au #toby kwimper

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kiankiwi · 2 years ago

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ok but imagine doing a experiment with austin!baby e. like the coronel makes us ignore baby and just look a him as if we're mad and at first baby doesn't understand and will try to engage with us like babbling, pointing, making noises,etc. but when he realizes we're ignoring him baby just starts to cry and whine like he gets so sad until it's a meltdown and we give in. at first little e is kinda sad but then he cuddles us

He'd be so confused! We are told to come with E for meetings and we're confused as well and our guard is up as soon as we walk into the meeting room with E and notice that shit eating grin on the Colonel's face meaning the gears in his head are turning up a plan. "What do I need to be here for?" Elvis literally hides behind you and you take his hand in yours, squeezing, already feeling the need to protect him. "We want to do an experiment. I know Elvis goes into headspace and I wanted to see what he would do if you ignored him. So we're going to film his reaction and you will give him no reaction no matter what he does and we want to see how genuine his headspace is." Of course the Colonel thinks E and his regression is fake.

"You son of a bitch." The Colonel just gives you a big smile. "Don't say no just yet. If you do this for us, I am prepared to give him two months off straight. You two can finally go on that vacation you've been planning behind my back." You sighed, "Fine. But he will try to not slip just because you're here. So it might take a minute to put him in headspace." The Colonel nods. "Just call me back once he's slipped." And the Colonel leaves the room.

Elvis watches him leave. "What, what's going on? Why'd he leave?" You sigh, cupping Elvis's cheek in your hand. "It's okay baby, do you want to go down?" He nods, relaxing against your hand. "Yes, please. Go home?" He knows that when the Colonel is around, he has to usually wait till he's home to slip. "It's okay, you can go down while we're here. Mama will keep you safe." Elvis was already feeling a bit fuzzy on the edges of his mind but he knew the Colonel was still around here somewhere.

"But maaaamaaaa..." He elongated the a's as he whined, jiggling his knees a bit. "Baby, it's okay. We gotta film something for work real quick then we can go home. Mama is here. Jerry is here too. You want to see Jerry?" He nodded. Having Jerry here would really help calm his worries.

"Jerry! He wants you." Not even two minutes later, Jerry pops his head into the room, smiling at his friend and boss. "Hey E, what's up?" He looks to you to explain because he doesn't really understand. "The Colonel wants to film some regression experiment and I don't want to film it but if we do, we'll get two weeks of vacation. So we're trying to go down right now." Elvis opened his arms to his tour caregiver and best friend. "Hug, Jer?" Jerry nodded. "Yeah, E of course I'll give you a hug." Jerry gives E a hug and works his magic, helping him slip, whispering little things in his ear, helping him down. And E looks to you, pouting. "If I film whatever this is, can we go home?" You nod, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, helping him slip even deeper. "Yes, of course baby. We can go home ad take a nap, cuddle, color, watch movies whatever you want, honey. It'll be all okay, promise."

Ten minutes later, you call the Colonel back in and he starts filming as you and E sit across from each other at the table and Jerry just watches in the corner, ready to jump in if needed.

To start off, we play around with him, talking in baby voice, pretending to eat his fingers, kissing on him, everything. "Oh I love you so much. You're the best baby ever. Yeah, you happy?" Elvis laughs as you tickle his chest and under his chin. "So giggly today."

And out of nowhere, the Colonel directs, "And stop." You hate what you need to do but you know the sooner the experiment is over, you can go home and comfort E for what you're about to do.

In a split second, you go from playing and babbling with E to straight face, looking mad at him, trying to show no expression at all. And Elvis's initial reaction just breaks your heart. He looks so confused and he whimpers, "Mama?" He's so confused. Like, why did my mama just turn off her face.

Your face stays neutral despite how hard it is and Elvis starts to try to engage you. He pats your face, trying to play with you but still you show nothing. Elvis pouts and tries to lean forward to give you a kiss. Still nothing.

"Now ignore him." Pipes up the Colonel. You sneakily show the Colonel your middle finger under the table so E doesn't see and pick a spot on the wall just staring at it, not looking at E. "Mama?" Nothing. Elvis starts to cry, trying to grab your hand and pull on you wanting your attention bad.

"Mama. Elvis wants you." Nothing. "MAMA!" Now he knows not to yell but maybe you'll pay attention to him if he's breaking the rules. "MAMA! HELP!" Now he's resorting to acting like he needs help. "MAMA!!! MAMA!" Finally, he decides to get off the chair he's sitting in and walk around the table over to you and stands in front of you, getting in your face and cupping your face in his hands. "MAMA!" He screams in your face, scared that there's something medically wrong with you now. Elvis hugs himself to you, hoping the touch will help you. Finally you decide fuck the Colonel, this has gone on long enough and hug him back.

Feeling your arms wrap around him as well, Elvis bursts into angry, scared tears. You help Elvis sit on your lap, facing you and hold him to your chest as you shush him and rock him a bit. "I'm sorry baby, all done. I'm sorry. It's over. It's all done." Elvis nods and just continues crying into your shoulder. You turn your face and repeatedly kiss his teary cheek. "I'm so sorry baby. Let's go home okay?" You adjust Elvis as you stand up and put him on your hip as he clings to you. You rub his back as you glare at the Colonel over his shoulder and Jerry walks with you out of the room.

At least you got a 2 month break out of this

I hope this was okay! I hated that the Colonel wanted to do this experiment! I wish we didn't have to do it to basically force E to be sad :( But I hope you liked it

#anonrequests #the colonel #littleelvispresley #little!e #kiwiswriting

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tof-writings · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I'm a new writer for mostly Tower Of Fantasy things!! I got inspired and decided to make it.

This can be all x reader (any gender specified!) Or it can be two in game characters chatting or ships y'all make up with!

I'm making this with the idea of fun and that I can start writing again, my writing isn't top tier as I'm getting back into it so it might be odd. But feel free to ask anything!

(Sometimes it'll take me a bit longer then usual if it's about further in game as I GOTTA WAIT UNTIL 4AM FOR A NEW MAIN QUEST PART TO POP UP EACH DAY..and I am not fully done with the game.)

Requests are open!

Masterlist:

Shirli:

Hair Helper! (Helping Shirli with her hair, gn reader, platonic!)

KING

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? (King flirting headcanons, gn reader, romantic!)

Hey, choose me! (Tian Lang and King fight for your affection! Romantic drabble, gn reader, romantic!)

KING SFW Alphabet!

KING NSFW Alphabet!

You taste as good as you look. (King x Gn reader NSFW for oral fixation! )

Tian Lang

Hey, choose me! (Tian Lang and King fight for your affection! Romantic drabble, gn reader, romantic!)

You look good like that! (Tian x Cosplayer!reader, romantic HCs, gn reader!)

Zeke

Zeke SFW Alphabet!

Warming up! ( Zeke softens up for a Hykros worker/Executor reader! Platonic or romantic, gn reader!)

Second times the charm.. ( Ming Jing x Reader, small fluff, romantic, Ming Jing and reader have some connecting moment, gn reader!)

Crow

I love you more than I love cats! (Which is a lot..) (G!N reader, romantic, Crow being a simp HCs!)

Zero

I guess you're okay... (GN! Reader x Zero HCs, Romantic!)

Rules!

Mostly just normal rules, I won't write anything that is illegal or anything like that.

Everyone can be asked, even Mi-a but like say you really want to squeeze them from cuteness aggression, then that's fine. I won't write nsfw for any minors ofc.

S/H and other stuff like that is okay sometimes, but it might be slower for me to write because it's a sensitive topic to people, which I'll put a tw. Tell me if anyone needs tw in some posts.

This is all I have to say! Have fun asking!

#tower of fantasy #tof #tof x reader #writing #xoxo.masterlist #(xoxo. will be if your searching for anything!)#tof zeke #tower of fantasy zeke #tof crow #tof crow x reader #tof tian lang #tian lang #tian lang x reader #tower of fantasy tian lang #tof king #tower of fantasy king #king #king x reader #tof king x reader

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greydiminishing · 11 months ago

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im soo anxious today and i dont know why i feel so bad. Im going to write down all the things im anxious about or just things taking up too much room in my brain, cause I heard that helps. then maybe I'll make a plan.

Current anxieties:

Moving back to school next week after a year and a half. I knew i was leaving sometime mid-january. I know that it is now January. Yet it still comes as a surprise to me that I only have one week before I leave. Going back to school has been on my mind like 24/7, how did I let it sneak up on me?? Dont get me wrong, I'm so ready to get out of this house, but im not ready to say bye to my dog yet :(

Anxiety about my hair: I have pretty severe hair thinning from telogen effluvium. You can see my scalp. I've been hacking at it myself, keeping it short for the past year. Its uneven and choppy, which is fine when I'm holed up in my room everyday. But now I want to get it cut by professionals. I've been meaning to schedule an appointment for that, but never got to it. Im kind of embarrassed to even have someone see the state of my head. And now I only have a week. I'm hoping that cutting it a bit shorter will make it fluffier and harder to see my scalp, but what if it doesn't? In the 10 years I've been suffering with hair loss, this is the worst its ever been. And of course this is the point when I really, really, desperately want to make new friends and possibly even a relationship. But that's gonna be a bit difficult when the back of my head looks like gollum's.

Acne: For some reason, my acne has gotten really bad in the past few months??? Painful, cystic acne like I've never had before. of course, right before i make my debut back into society for the first time in nearly two years lol. And with my hair super short now, all my acne is on FULL display. I need some good skincare and color correcting makeup.

Me and my friend (T) want to "hang out sometime before break ends" but that's the extent of our plans. I LOVE her and of course I want to hang out with her, but at the same time, I dont want to hang out with anyone. I dont want to leave the house. Im bald and covered in painful acne, and im a ball of anxiety for no reason. But I feel bad because I do wanna hang out. And also because she is always the one who reaches out to me, not the other way around. I dont think im being a very good friend..

Dentist. I really need to get to the densist. I haven't gotten a cleaning in about 2 years... I brush my teeth everyday and floss most days, but I'm still prone to cavities for some reason. Recently, my crown has come off. I just pop it back in and it seems fine, but i know that's gotta get fixed. Thats another appointment I've been procrastinating. Especially with the acne that tends to bubble up around my mouth and lips, its sometimes painful to even open my mouth, let alone keep my mouth stretched open for 30 minutes. Also its embarrassing and ugly and i dont want the dentist looking so closely at my nasty pimples. But i really need a cleaning and to get that crown fixed and I only have a week left. Can you even schedule a dentist appointment the week before?

Apartment. Housing told me I won't know my housing assignment until the first week of January. I have no idea where on campus I'm gonna be living. Roommates or no roommates? One of the campus apartments comes unfurnished. Hopefully i dont get that one but what if i do? I move in next week, will i need to buy a bed frame? a desk? idunno?? Well, i probably won't get the unfurnished one, so im sure it'll be fine. I just hope i have no roommates.

Packing. I need to pack. Packing is always incredibly overwhelming for me. Its alot to think about. I always take my bass to school, but I've been playing guitar more and now I want too take both. I need a case/bag for the guitar cause I dont have one. I feel like my dad is gonna try to make me take one or the other, but i really want both. Im always scared of packing too much or not enough stuff or forgetting something important. I should start now so i dont have to stress so much about it.

clothes. All of my clothes are in a big pile on the bottom bunk. I need to wash all of them to get the bugs and dust off. Also need to pick more consciously what i want to bring, since most of that stuff i dont even wear anymore. I really need new clothes too. Most of my wardrobe is stuff from highschool. But new clothes are expensive :(

money. i have maybe $2000 in my account. Im sad because I really wanted to save all my money to put into renovating my van, but that didnt happen. I dont like asking my parents for money. I'd like to keep $1500 minimum pillow in my account at all times. That should be enough for groceries at ~$120 a month, but no spending money. Which sucks cause I really want to buy clothes and skincare and makeup and expensive rosemary oil for my hair. And i want to have friends this time around. You typically need a bit of spending money to hang out with friends; grabbing lunch/coffee, bowling, staying in and ordering a pizza, etc.

Job. I applied for a job on campus for spending money. On the application it asks you to mark the times you are available. This always felt weird to me that my boss would know exactly when im available. Maybe that's just a me issue. So on the application, i moreso marked the hours of my preferred shifts haha. That was a few weeks ago, and the manager finally got back to me, telling me my availability didn't align with what they needed. Thats totally on me :P oops. I think they will allow me to resend my availability though, I'll be less stingy with my time this time around. Though I am scared of getting stuck with late night or weekend shifts.

My roommate from when I was last at school left some of their things when they moved out. I was the last to move out, so i grabbed their stuff with the intention of bringing it back when we live together the next semester. I forgot to mention it to them. I ended up not going back and now i just have some of their stuff. Its a saucepan, a teacup and dessert plate, and a brita pitcher. I feel really bad about everytime i think abut it. Its been nearly two years, so I dont know if i should message them about this. I think they graduated already? but what if they didnt and i see them around campus? I should just message them and apologize and offer to mail their stuff back.

prescriptions. I need to change pharmacies so I can get my prescriptions while at school. that, or have my parents mail it to me once a month.

For the new year, I meant to write down all of my goals/things i want to do, like getting an internship, and making friends. and then write a detailed plan for them. But i haven't gotten to that yet and its just been another thing taking up space in my brain.

my phone camera stopped working a while ago. I didnt think my phone was that old (its a Samsung galaxy s7), but then my favorite alarm app stopped working. I tried to uninstall and reinstall, but then I couldn't download it cause my phone is too old 😭. I need to get a new phone. Hopefully with money from my job that I'll for sure get after giving them better availability lol.

My timeblocking schedule. I haven't been sticking to it as good as i'd have hoped. Some days (most days), i just really dont feel like studying calc or hackerrank and would much rather keep learning react. Those other topics have been neglected and im getting anxious about being super behind in my university physics course because its been years since the last time i calculated an integral. I'll take a whole day to refresh my calc skills, and that'll hopefully get me on track.

The other issue is that i dont get up as early as i hoped, or i stay on my phone for too long, and end up starting my day later than planned. And then I'll just say, "I'll get started after lunch/after i walk the dog", so my day really starts at 2pm instead of 8am. The other part of it is not blocking out days like Christmas, new years, new years day; days that I knew i probably would not be working. Then I don't work those days, even though work is scheduled, and when i come back i feel off schedule. If i cant follow this super easy schedule, how will i do will a busy schedule of classes and homework and work shifts?

Theres more i think, but im tired of writing now. I do feel a bit better. That could've been the adderall i took before this though.

oh also i think our house is in foreclosure. parents have been not-so-quietly yelling about it early in the mornings. I know there's nothing I can really do about this one, but its still stressful.

#journal

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kermitkrqb · 3 years ago

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Hi. I love your blog. I was wondering if maybe you could do a cute fluff with hunter (metal lords). The reader is hanging out with him and they end up doing his hair. Basically just a lot of cute fluff.

Pretty Boy || Hunter Sylvester x reader

A/N: Lol, you literally read my mind. I was thinking about this exact scenario the other day 'cause his hair is sooo nice! @straightouttasantacarla

What to expect: Gender neutral as usual my lovelies, established relationship, Hunter being soft for the reader <3

Scrolling mindlessly on your phone, you had been hanging out with Hunter in his room for a couple of hours. Tossing your phone to the side, you frowned slightly, "I'm boredddd Hunter." The brunette pauses from tuning his guitar, moving his hair slightly to get a look at you, "I know, I know. I'll be done in a minute, and then we could do something hm?" You huffed slightly, your head tilting back when an idea popped into mind, "What if I braid your hair? It'll be really cute I promise!" He raises an eyebrow at you, "It's not very metal of me Y/n." "Oh please Hunter, no one has to know. Besides, you're my boyfriend and you're very much obligated to make me happy." He chuckles slightly shaking his head, "Fine. But, only because I love you."

You practically sprung up from his bed and walked over to where he was sitting. You ran your fingers through his long, brown hair admiring the softness whilst he gave in to your touch, "God I'm jealous, how is your hair so soft?" He looks up at you smirking slightly, "I'm not so sure but, sucks to suck I guess." You playfully hit him, "Hey! I'm in charge of your hair- you gotta be nice to me!" He looks up at you, "Just don't mess it up please." You giggle slightly, "Yeah, yeah. Your hair is your prized possession I get it." Hunter settles after that, and you start working on his hair, separating it into different strands. He seems to like the idea of you doing his hair more than he lets on but, you'll get the confession out of him.

You stand back admiring your work, looking at the two neat braids going down his head, "Ok, 'm all done." The two of you make your way to his mirror so he can see the work. He doesn't say anything, and except turns towards you to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls away after a while and teases, "I think you could do with a bit more practice on my hair." Rolling your eyes you smile, "Hey, if you wanted to do this more often, you could just say so." A playful gasp leaves his lips, "How ever did you know?" "I have my ways," you take another look at him, "You're so fucking pretty, you know that right?" His cheeks are tinted pink before he pulls around your waist to hold you closer, "You should know the same about yourself."

The two of you spend the rest of the day cuddled up next to each other, talking about random things. You feel like time has stopped, and you hoped that things would always stay like this. Soon enough, you find that Hunter has started to nap in your arms. You sigh in content, looking at the peaceful metal-head beneath you, "You're my pretty boy."

#hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #metal lords #adrian greensmith #fanfic #fluff #kermitkrqb

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h0rnyshakespeare · 3 years ago

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feel better

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 877

Warnings: None!

A/N: Wrote this while I was sick recently because I just needed a Denki to take care of me<3

A soft knock on your door awakens you from the hazy, half-asleep state you were in. You groan, forcing yourself to get out of bed and open it to tell whoever was on the other side to leave you the hell alone. The words die before you can form them, however, when you open it revealing the grinning face of U.A.'s resident Pikachu.

"Hey!" he smiles. "You didn't come down for dinner so I figured I should come over and check on you, pretty."

You feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname, feeling guilty of your previous thoughts washing over you. You offer your best friend a weak smile. "I'm fine, Denks." Your body, however, decides to use that very moment to betray you as you erupt into a fit of coughs. Denki looks at you worriedly before leaving, only to return with a pack of lozenges and water, which he hands to you when you stop coughing. "These'll sooth your throat..." he says. You pop one into your mouth gratefully, before going back into your dorm room and collapsing on your bed. Denki shuts your door behind him before jumping in next to you, making you giggle.

"Should've told me you weren't feeling well, sparks," he says, opening his arms, wordlessly offering to cuddle you- to which you gladly comply. "Mmm, but I'm fine though. I didn't wanna make a big deal outta nothing," you say as you snuggle into his chest.

To be honest, you were not entirely sure where your relationship with Denki Kaminari stood. You were friends- that was for certain- yet friends don't cuddle as much as the two of you did... right? Or was it just because you and Denki were both very physically affectionate people?

Denki's voice brings you out of your thoughts. "It is a big deal, sweets," he says, and you can practically hear the pout in his voice, causing you to smile. "You can always ask me for help when you need it, you know?" You nod silently, before a thought crosses your mind, causing you to shove him away suddenly. Denki looks at you, confused. Did he do something wrong?

"Won't you get sick if you're this close to me?" you ask, worried. He cannot help but internally sigh. You were so adorable.

"I'll be fine, Y/N! I have a really good immune system," he says smugly, giving you a thumbs up and causing you to laugh. "Hmph, I still think this'll end up with me taking care of you," you say, shaking your head. "Yeah right," he responds as you crawl back into his arms.

The two of you lie together for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence. Denki reluctantly breaks it to ask you whether you wanted to go eat something. "Nah..." you sigh, tired. "You gotta eat something, sparks. It'll help you get better," he insists, to which you stubbornly shake your head. "Too tired, Denki..." He looks at you for a moment, before bumping his forehead gently on yours. "D-Denki, wha-?" you say, flustered. "Checking how hot you are, sweets. You're kinda warm." You scoff. "I'd like to think I'm hot as hell, Denks." He grins. "Can't argue with that. Stay here, I'll get you some food and medicine, kay?" You hum in response; he ruffles your hair before leaving your room momentarily.

“Y/N~ I’m baaack,” you hear Denki sing. You chuckle, the action hurting your throat, making you groan. “Ugh, fuck me.”

Denki smiles sympathetically before handing you a plate of food. You grimace; the thought of eating right now feels kind of disgusting. Denki sees your expression and sighs. “Come ooon, sweets, you gotta eat,” he states firmly. And maybe it’s your feverish brain, but you ask him, “Feed me?”

How could he say no?

Denki laughs in embarrassment. “Fine, but you owe me for this,” he says before grabbing your spoon. “Here comes the aeroplane~” You roll your eyes but open your mouth anyway. Denki beams. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” You sniff. “My nose is all runny.” The blonde boy chuckles at your response before handing you a tissue, which you accept gratefully. “Ew, sorry you had to see that,” you say, blowing your nose. Denki snorts.

“I’ve seen worse of you.”

“You little shit.”

“Y/N, put the pillow down-” is all he manages to get out before it is flung into his face, cushioning his words. He stares at you incredulously as you laugh- which sounded more like a dry cackle at the moment.

But he did not mind. He never would.

Denki smiles as these thoughts cross his mind.

“Stop smiling into space, Dorky,” you snigger. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Denki, babe. It’s not that hard.” You chuckle. “Alright daddy, whatever you say.”

“Nope, still wrong sweets. You’ve been on the internet way too much.”

“Says you!”

“Shut up and sleep already.”

“Okay, first of all, rude, and only if you stay,” you say, pouting. Denki grins.

“If Mr. Aizawa finds us, this was all your idea. You threatened me into doing this.” You scoff. “No one threatened anyone… but you’re staying whether you like it or not.”

“Aaaand there’s the threat.”

“Shut up,” you smile as you sink back into his arms.

#bnha x gn!reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha fluff #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #denki kaminari #bnha denki #denki kaminari x reader #denki bnha #bnha denki kaminari

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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geometea · 3 years ago

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19 with son and envy?

sonenvy my beloveds... this just sorta turned into soft domestic early s15 fluff (w a hint of implied future angst oops)

19. tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

Warm morning light spills across his face through the crack in the blinds and she groans and rolls over onto her stomach, arm flinging out over the bed, pinning Envy's chest under her shoulder.

"I've gotta get up," xe says, rumbles from under Son's weight.

"It's a Sunday." She snuggles even more determinedly into the softness of Envy's t-shirt. "Let's just stay here where it's warm."

Her arm wraps around Son, tugging him closer. "I have a game..."

"Shhh. It doesn't matter. They'll be fine without you."

"I don't think that's how it works," they say with a buzzing laugh.

"Just tell the umps you had a prior commitment. I'm sure they won't mind."

"I don't think umps work like thesis supervisors."

"It'll be earlsiesta soon," she says, planting a kiss on Son's temple. "I'll be able to stay with you all day."

"And then you'll go all the way to the finals like last season and I won't see you at all because you'll be too busy being a big star to worry about little old me."

He looks up with an overexaggerated pout and Envy grins. "I can't help being an amazing batter."

Son smiles back, unable to help herself in the full force of that smile. It's a good change - he knows Envy's been keeping track of performance all season and worrying, has seen the charts on xer laptop. They're good - last season proved that - and it's good that xe seems more confident today. Plenty of players take time to warm up, it hasn't even been two weeks.

"What's the weather today?" she asks, cuddling back into Envy.

"Reverb," she says, lightly stroking the back of Son's neck with xer thumb.

Son groans. "I hate Reverb. Makes my hair all frizzy."

"I'll help you after the game?"

Envy makes to slip out of the bed and Son grips onto their t-shirt, pulling her back down.

"Kiss?" he demands.

Envy laughs and kisses her, smiling into it.

"Another one," she says, pouting again.

"After the game. Give me something to look forward to."

Son lets go with a sigh and follows her out of bed. Their apartment is warm and comfortable, if scattered with the debris of two people in academia, and one professional athlete. Envy starts gathering their uniform together while Son huddles next to the coffee machine, wrapped in a throw blanket.

“Some of the team were going out after the game, not sure where yet, you want to come?” asks Envy, popping in and taking an overlarge gulp of the mug Son hands xer, then wincing at the heat.

“It’s hot,” says Son, a touch late. “Um – sure, text me?”

Envy bustles around the small kitchen. “Do we have any milk?”

“Sorry – I was going to get some last night but –“

“No worries. I’ll grab a pastry on the way.”

And with that, Envy drains the last of xer coffee and heads towards the door. Son grabs the sleeve of their jersey and pulls her close.

“What?” she asks.

"Love you," says Son.

"Love you too. I'll see you later."

And then she’s gone.

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harrysbbby · 4 years ago

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Don’t Forget Where You Belong - JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Fifteen

A/N: OMFG the moment you’ve all been waiting for!!! EEK I think y'all are gonna like this chapter also she’s LONG so grab a snack and settle in cause you’re in for a WILD RIDE!!!

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moodboard by the lovely @tcmhollnd

You were sat around a table at The Wreck. Kie placed a meal in front of you and a hot cup of coffee. You looked down at it numb. You knew you were hungry, but the thought of eating made you feel nauseous.

The moment JJ had turned around and spat in your face replayed in your head like a scene from a movie. The way he looked at you… it was like he had never cared for your before, like you were the root of all his problems.

“Y/N, please eat,” Kie urged you. You sniffled, wiping a stray tear that feel from your eye, reaching forward, slowly munching on a singular fry, and taking a small sip of the coffee. Your stomach churned, as the lump in your throat made it difficult to swallow, but you wanted to make sure you showed her you were okay. She seemed satisfied with your efforts, placing a warm hand on your arm, rubbing slowly. The bottom of your vision blurred as tears threatened to fall once again, keeping your head down as Pope, Sarah, John B and Kiara spoke around the table.

“He’ll come around, alright?” John B sighed, “he’s doing a JJ thing.”

You nodded, grabbing the sandwich of your plate, bringing it up to your mouth and taking a miniscule bite. Any other time you wouldn’t wolfed it down in two gulps, but the mention of his name made you feel as if you could never meet again.

“Do you think he’ll go home?” Kie asked quietly.

“There’s about a zero percent chance JJ goes home,” Pope said.

“You okay?” John B asked Sarah. She looked drained, mainly from having to keep up with the drama of the group she was now inducted.

“Yeah,” She nodded, “are you?”

“I’m in one piece so…” he laughed lightly before turning to you, “are you going to be okay Y/N?”

You finally brought your eyes up to meet the rest of the group. Their eyes conveyed their sorrow as they took in your blotchy face. You took a deep breath, throwing your head back to blink away your tears.

“I’m fine,” you said, “I’m… going to be fine,” you corrected, collecting yourself, “seriously, guys don’t worry about me. We’re got… bigger fish to fry.”

You sent them a small smile, the only one you could muster at that moment. Your friends smiled at you.

“That’s my girl,” John B said, as Pope grabbed your shoulders from his standing positing behind you, leaning down to wrap his harms around you. You cradled his as you laughed lightly, “That’s what we like to hear,” John B said, happy to hear you laugh.

Pope let go of you, moving back to pace as he spoke,

“It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal. So, our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it. Bring it all up at once. Put it in-- in a safe or a vault or something. I-- I don't know. Just until we can find someone who won't rip us off. I can figure it out tonight, get it done, and we can be out there tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good,” you said, but with barely any enthusiasm as you took a melancholy bite of your sandwich.

“Let’s go,” John B said, before Sarah threw him a look over the table.

“What about that thing with my dad?”

“Shit,” he cursed.

“What thing?” Pope questioned.

“I have to go fishing with Ward.”

“You can't get 400 mil 'cause you're gonna go kill fish?”

“Look I have to go.”

“Blow if off,” Pope suggested, “It’s 400 million in gold!”

“Make something up,” Kie added.

“Look, I-- I have to, okay?” John B said, “He... he saved me, all right? If it weren't for Ward, I'd be in foster care. I have to go. Plus, it'll be better to do it at night. Right?”

The 5 of you sat in silence. Kie sighed, looking over at Pope, who hung his head but conceded,

“Fine. Fine, go fishing.”

“And at least JJ will probably have washed up by then,” Kie said but her flat tone didn’t make it sound hopeful.

You sighed at the mention of his name, standing abruptly, chair screeching against the floorboards as you went.

“I think I’m gonna head home,” you sniffed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your friends nodded silently. You stood for a moment before moving towards the door, before a hand rested on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” you turned to see John B standing behind you, welcoming arms opened for you. You tucked your head into his chest as his arms wrapped around you, “he didn’t mean it.”

You started to cry quietly as he held you, “I know, I know,” you whispered, “it still hurt though.”

“He’ll come around. He loves you,” he held you at arm’s length looking into your bloodshot eyes, “just like I do.”

You gave the skeleton of a smile, holding out your fist for him to give you one of the Pogue bro handshakes.

“I love you too, JB,” you waved to your friends before grabbing your keys, jumping in your car and heading him.

As you stepped over the threshold of the door, you heard your mum call your name.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you’re home, I went to the store today and I wanted— What’s wrong?”

She came to a halt, watching you standing the entryway arms limp by your sides and bottom lip quivering. She rushed to your side, engulfing you in a hug. She stroked your hair as she shushed your small cries.

“Honey, what happened?”

“JJ and I got in a fight.” You let out slowly, stumbling over the words as your body trembled, “it was… it was pretty bad.”

“Oh, shhh,” She continued to rub your back as your cried into her neck. As you calmed, she let her grip falter, allowing her to lead you up to your room. She sat you down on your bed, taking your shoes off your feet as you sat there numbly. “I’m gonna go make you a nice hot cup of tea to make you feel better, alright?”

You nodded, flopping back onto your bed. But as your mum made her way back into your room, freshly made tea in her hand she noticed your closed eyes, and slow breathing. She smiled at your sleeping form, glad to see you peaceful. She slowly leant forward and pulled your door shut quietly, allowing you to sleep off the long and emotionally draining day you’d had.

You woke up to a hand shaking your shoulder, Kie leaning over your body. Your room had an orangey glow, alerting you to the fact the sun was setting. You rubbed your eyes, confused.

“What’s going on?” you mumbled quietly, stretching your arms as you woke up slowly.

“Morning sleepy head,” Kie joked, “we’re heading to John B’s to get the stuff set up for tomorrow.”

“And you need me for that?” you asked. She laughed,

“Of course, we do, you’re in this for the long run love,” she told you. You groaned, rolling over to face away from her.

“I want to sleep for the rest of my life,” you whinged, a longer groan coming out of your moth as Kie laid on top of you laughing.

“You know you can’t do that,” she joked, before throwing you a sideways glance, “What’s this about you not being JJ’s girlfriend?”

You groaned again, covering your face with your hands. Kie laughed, pulling them away from your face. You sighed,

“I may have kissed him again last night.” You said, causing Kie to squeal quietly, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you as her body pressed you into the bed. The first genuine laugh of the day escaped from your throat. Your smile dropped as you looked sideways at her, “I thought we were good, but you heard him this morning, I.. I just ugh.” You shrugged. Kie grabbed you in a hug.

“He’s just stupid ad insecure, you know, JJ.”

“Yeah I do,” you agreed quietly. You truly did know, everything about him and you knew why he was acting this way. He was taking his insecurities out on you because he didn’t know how to deal with them. And although you were upset with him, you weren’t mad, cause you knew that it meant he truly cared because he was terrified of messing it up.

“Come on,” Kie said pulling your laissez-faire body off the bed, “Pope’s waiting downstairs.”

You conceded, allowing her to drag you out of your house.

You pulled into the Chateau as Pope and Kie discussed the plans.

“Gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning,” Pope said, pulling the truck and bringing it to a stop.

“Okay, well, we gotta focus,” Kie said, jumping out of the car, and slamming the door shut. You exited Pope’s door, as he held it open for you.

“Don’t worry Pope, you’re gonna smash that interview. He smiled as he shut the door behind you before turning back to Kie,

“I know. It's gonna be fine. We got John B and JJ inside the well, and me and Y/N up top. You and Sarah will be outside transporting.”

“yeah got this,” she affirmed, shifting through the things in the back of the truck.

“Cool, I got a winch and that tin can hold over like… 200, 300 pounds.”

“Thanks,” Kie said quietly. Pope shot her a quizzical look.

“Uh, what for?”

“Stranding us. You know, making us make up.”

“What makes you think that was me?” He smiled at her. However, the cheeky grin slipped from his face at the sound of electricity whirling and fairy light illuminating the backyard.

“What the hell?”

The three of you cautiously made your way around John B’s house to be met by a string of multi-coloured lights, a hot tub and JJ popping the cork on an expensive champagne bottle. The three of you stared at him astounded.

“What did you do, JJ?” Pope asked, throwing his hands in the air as he looked around at all the stuff. Your eyes wandered across the miscellaneous items, your mouth hanging open. You could tell that this was the final straw for JJ. Your solemn eyes cast up at him as he spoke.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now,” his words slurred slightly as he giggled, “Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?” he clumsily filled two flutes with the bubbly liquid, “Salud!”

“How much did this cost?” Pope demanded.

“Well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery…” he let out a drunken chuckle, “…pretty much all of it, yeah.”

“All of it?” Pope fumed.

“Tread lightly Pope,” you said through gritted teeth, knowing that this was the end of a very long, withered tether and it was threatened to break.

“Yeah, all of it,” JJ said nonchalantly, taking a swig from the bottle.

“You spent all the money in one day?” Pope asked dumbfounded.

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But, I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me.”

The three of you continued to stare at him. Unimpressed by your lack of enthusiasm he pressed,

“Kie, what?” he challenged, “Can't a man have a little luxury in life?” his voice faltered as he took off the sunglasses he’d been wearing, his tone shifting, “Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'… I mean, like... guys, we— You only live once, right?”

“JJ,” you started quietly but he cut you off.

“I know you’re disappointed, it might not be up to your Kook standard but whatever, Y/N” his ability to dismiss you as if you’re nothing to him caused a deep pang in your chest but you knew it was a façade protecting him from what was really happening, “Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on.”

He beckoned you all, but was met with Kie’s disapproving look,

“In the what?”

“In the Cat's Ass. That's what I named her,” he clarified, “Hey, yo, almost forgot,” he reached over flipping one of the switches causing the motor to run faster and water to trickle around him, “Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode. That's right, baby!”

“Are you kidding me?” Pope was fuming, “You could have paid for restitution!”

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie joined in angrily.

“Guys,” you tried to warn them, but your voice was too hoarse from crying that they couldn’t hear you over their anger (or the hot tub jets). They were pulling on that thread, yanking and tugging, and JJ was on the other end unravelling more quickly than he had before.

“You could have helped us buy supplies—” yank

“-to get the rest of the gold—" tug

“-- out of the well!” pull

“Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that!”

JJ had stood up displaying the purple bruises on his body. A hand slipped over your mouth to cover your gasp as you stared at his body. His entire torso had been mangled. The three of you stood shocked as he continued,

“I got a hot tub! For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends,” his voice became shaky, “I got a hot tub for my family!”

“What the hell?” tug

“Guys, look what I did for you! All right? Look at this! Look at this!”

“JJ” pull

“No, you stop being emotional. It's fine, okay?”

The thread had lost its elasticity. It had snapped. JJ had unravelled. Years and years of the string being yanked and tugged had led to him falling apart and he was spilling out in front of you, in the form of hot tears streaming down his face.

“I mean, it’s sweet, right? Everything—”

You pushed past Kie and Pope, your own hot tears streaming down your face for the countless time that day. You climbed up onto the sidestep of the hot tub. You reached for him, desperate to grab a hold of the shell of the boy you loved before he shrunk away so far you couldn’t get to him.

“Just get in!”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his face fell into your stomach. His arms gripped around you manically, feeling for any piece of skin he could find. He held onto you, scared that if he let go, he would go back to where he was, getting kicked down and down further by his father. He grabbed his sides as he sobbed into you, allowing you to bring him out the hole he had been kicked down into.

“I just couldn't do it,” his voice was so broken you swore you could feel your heart shatter. Your vision was completely gone as you sobbed, rubbing one hand along his back and tangling the other in his hair, “I can't take him anymore!”

You shushed him as you placed a kiss on the back of his head. His body violently shook causing you to rock with him.

“I was gonna kill him.”

You couldn’t help the cry that left your lips. It broke you just as much as it did for him. You leant over his body cradling your head atop of his, desperately letting quietly whispers out of your mouth to centre him.

You felt extra pairs of arms wrap around you. Kie’s hair tickled the back of your neck as her head nuzzled in your neck. You could feel Pope’s arm rubbing soothing along your arm as JJ’s quiet voice came from the huddle of bodies.

“I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know, I know,” you reassured him, voice cracking as it struggled to get the words out.

You held him for a while, all of you nestling into your group hug. You could feel JJ being to shake, from being cold in the wet and from crying so heavily.

“Come on let’s get you inside.”

You guided him out of the hot tub and into the Chateau. Pope and Kie followed you to the door but stopped before they came inside. You turned to them, pushing JJ towards the bathroom.

“I’ve got this, guys,” you assured them, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They nodded in understanding. They both moved forward engulfing you in a hug. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around them

“Thanks, I love you guys,”

“I love you,” they chorused back. They let go exited out the door

“Good luck with the interview, Pope!” you called to him weakly, your voice not giving you much to work with. He shot you a grateful thumbs up before disappearing around the corner with Kie.

You retreated into the bathroom seeing JJ on the sitting on the toilet seat, his head in his hands. You leant down in front of him, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face. You ran your hand threw his hair moving it out of his face as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” his voice came out weakly. You nodded, showing him you accepted his apology but stayed silent, showing him you expected more, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that. You don’t deserve it.”

“Thank you, JJ,” you said sincerely. “What happened?” you asked lightly, pushing him back to lean against the wall to inspect his bruises.

“I took the restitution money I stole from Barry home to my dad,” he told you as you grabbed a cloth, running it under the water before dabbing it lightly across the bruises. “He said he wanted to use to gamble.”

You shook your head, “unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath.

“So, I tried to take it back from him and he—” his words trailed off, but you gave him another nod letting him know you understood.

You stood up, placing the cloth on the sink before holding both your hands out to him. He took them allowing you to slowly pull him up. Once he rose, he was standing close, his body almost touching yours. You leant away from him, turning the facet on allowing warm water (as hot as you could get it in The Cut after a storm) to strain out.

“You’re shivering, you need a shower,” you said turning to walk towards the door. But he grabbed your wrist, you turned back to him, eyebrows furrowed.

“Stay,” his voice was so small it was almost unrecognisable. You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head slightly.

He took his board shorts off leaving him in just his underwear as he stepped in under the water. You stripped yourself of your t-shirt and shorts leaving you in your bra and underwear. You followed him into the shower, careful to not get your hair too wet.

You both stood there for a while allowing the water to cascade down, relaxing your muscles. You slowly grabbed the soap bar, lathering it on your hands before daintily sliding your hands over JJ’s body, careful to avoid the bruises. He stood there numbly, allowing you to wash him, wishing that you would wash away all of the dirty things about him rather than just the physical on the outside.

“I really am sorry, Y/N,” he said again. You stayed focused on washing his body,

“I know,” you said.

“No, I mean, I’m so sorry. You’ve done nothing but look after me since the day we met yet I treat you like shit. I’m just, terrified that I’m not going to be able to be what you deserve. What you need. I— you’re perfect, Y/N. I just don’t know if I can…”

You stopped the movement on your hands as you looked up at him. His eyes were rimmed red and his cheeks were puffy. Your hands slowly slid up his body to rest on his neck as you pulled him towards you.

“You’re perfect to me,” you whispered before placing your lips on his. He returns your passionate kiss immediately, placing his hands on your hips as he pulls you as close as possible. You don’t even care about your hair getting wet as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding around to your butt. Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan into his mouth.

He reaches behind you to turn the shower off. Both of you getting out, quickly reaching for the first towel you see you pat yourself dry so you’re not dripping before handing the towel for JJ to do the same. As soon as he’s done he tosses the towel to the side before grabbing your face and leaning down to capture your lips into another kiss, walking you backwards into his room at the Chateau. The back of your knees hit the bed, causing you to fall back. JJ’s body hovers over your own as he kisses down your neck. Your breathing quickens as you tug on his hair. He trails his feather-like kisses back up you neck before pressing a passionate kiss onto your lips, before pulling back, staring at you in the dimly lit moonlight.

“Y/N, I love you,” his voice is nervous, but at the same time certain. It sounds different to the other times he’d said it- not like the time you bought the boys burgers after a long day fishing, or when you successfully hooked him up with the hottest touron at the party, or when you would help him with his school work. This time, and you could tell by the look in his eyes, he meant it.

“I love you too, JJ,” you said back with as much certainty. He smiled as he pulled you into a kiss, catching the backs of your thighs and pushing you further into the middle of the bed, allowing him to crawl on top of you.

He continued to kiss you and you could feel him get hard between you. You moaned as he grinded into you before a hiss escaped his lips.

“What?” you asked, watching him retract from you quickly, a hand flying to his side.

“Ahh, sorry,” he sounded in pain, “it still really hurts.”

You crawled out from under him, kneeling on the bed with him. You grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss as you guided his body down onto the bed, before carefully straddling his hips. He pulled back, a curious look on his face.

“Just trust me,” you whispered, smirking as you murmured against his lips, “besides, weren’t you the one saying you wanted to be beneath me?”

A grin spread across his face as he eagerly grabbed the back of your head, smashing your lips against your own.

And so, you and JJ loved one another. It was something you had always known, or dreamed about, or both, but had never imagined actually happened. But as you spent that night with him in the spare bed in the Chateau, admiring each other in a more vulnerable light than ever before, you somehow fell even more in love with him.

And the butterflies in JJ’s chest flew viciously as his heart pumped blood so fast he felt like he might’ve died at times. But the feeling of kissing you, loving you and knowing you were his allowed him to let his guard down, pass you the thread, and allow you to stich him back together again.

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neocrush · 4 years ago

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flirting w chenle on knowing bros seems like it'll be a wild ride HAHA i love the concept~~

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flirting with chenle on knowing bros

you were a member of a girl group with 6 members

you being the youngest ofc

that day you were filming a variety show

knowing bros

and you LOVED that show

mainly bc heechul’s in it

and he’s hilarious asf

and bc he’s dating your senior

anyways u were told ur group wasn’t the only guest they had for the episode

the only info u received was that it was a boy group

part of you hoped it was nct dream

you had developed a tiny your leader would say giant crush on a certain chinese member

renjun

jk no its one and only zhong chenle

you had watched previous variety shows w nct dream in it

and he never failed to amaze you

his personality, voice, charm, and screaming never failed to put a smile on your face

the only interaction you had was during boom era

you had just debuted and both ur group and dream were nominated for first place on a music show

after winning, the boys of dream congratulated ur group in the hallways

“you guys just debuted? that’s so impressive wow” the blonde one, jeno exclaimed

you swore you saw ur leader blush a little

“congratulations~ i can’t lie and say ur song sucks” haechan — you recognized — chuckled

renjun started singing ur groups title track and the boys started dancing along to the chorus

both groups shared a laugh and just overall had a great time

it was great

with all the pressure both groups got from their big companies, it was nice to just laugh everything off once in a while

until ur managers called you to return to the dorms

and their manager called theirs

as it was you, chenle, and jisung’s curfew

you said ur goodbyes and as u were leaving

chenle accidentally bumped on ur shoulder

u gasped from the sudden feeling of ur bare shoulder in contact with his denim jacket

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry! ah~ you okay?” he said

eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way possible as he was worried

u blushed and got lost in his eyes

then u came back to reality as u shook ur head

“ah yes.. i-i’m fine.. sunbaenim” you bowed as he was technically ur senior

“oh okay that’s a relief. by the way, just call me chenle oppa. sunbaenim’s too formal, don’t you think?”

“o-oppa..?” you questioned while tilting ur head

“y-you don’t have to if it makes u uncomfortable!” he blushed, regretting what he just said

“no it’s okay. i think it’s cute. bye chenle oppa!” you giggled as you waved at him and left to go to your managers car.

he smiled to himself for a good minute until jaemin called him to get into the car

damn jyp why u gotta have a stupid three year dating ban

was all the orange-haired boy could think of

fast forward ur group had ur first comeback already n dream came back w ridin

as you were both promoting at the same time, the chances were very likely they’d be the other group on the episode

filming started and there you were w ur groupmates w ur school uniforms on

u wore a white sweater and a white dress shirt underneath with a short plaid skirt that had a matching tie hanging around your collar

after introductions and a conversation w the cast

a knock was heard from the door on ur left

a blue haired boy walked in confidently

na jaemin????

and so came the rest of dream

OH FRICK CHENLE’S HERE

ACT NATURAL

ur group moved a little to the right to make room for the boys as they walked to the desk where all the guests would introduce themselves

they did their greeting which u memorized in ur head

a bunch of conversations and segment went by

until the cast introduced a new one

it was called flutter my heart

cheesy

but cute

the challenge was easy

one person had to use a machine that would detect their heartbeat

and the other would have to try their best to make the opposing player’s heartbeat go faster than usual

u were divided into two teams

ur group vs dream

duh

laughter was everywhere as some of ur groupmates try flirt w dream and vice versa

starting with ur visual cringing at hyucks aegyo

and then ur leader making jeno lose in a second by winking at him

renjun serenading ur main vocalist

which turned into a duet

ur japanese member reciting anime lines

in which jaemin fell hard for

not in a dirty way no

then jisung calling ur oldest “noona”

in which she cringed

poor sungie lost :(

then as if the writers knew about ur crush on him

u were paired w him

it was ur turn to make his heart flutter

were u nervous? duh.

but were u gonna take advantage of the situation to flirt with ur crush of 3 months? absolutely.

so they put the detector on his chest and you had 5 minutes to make this boi go loco

u were bold and went for his hands

ur tiny fingers intertwined with his slender ones

even without looking at the machine

u could tell his heartbeat was going one million miles per hour

u were only holding his hands and his ears were already red asf

“oppa~ you’re so cute when you’re flustered~” you say with sparkling eyes

if ur hands in his didnt already kill him, then ur intense eye contact would

u let go of him hands as you crashed ur body in his and placed your arms on his shoulders

“oppa have you eaten today?” you innocently asked

“i-i.. n-no..” he couldn’t even breathe steadily

u smirked at his cute reaction

u reached for his hands once again, bodies still inches apart

“me too” you pouted

“should we go out then? just the two of us?” you stared at his fully red face

“pleaseeee” you pouted

chenle swore he was mentally melting inside

“she’s so competitive!” jisung yelled in the background

you couldn’t hear him tho, u were too busy thinking of ur next move

“20 seconds left!” heechul reminded

“oppa am i pretty?” u rhetorically asked

the taller boy opened his mouth to say yes, looking for revenge

but before his plan could succeed you placed a finger on his lips

“don’t say anything. just kiss me if your answer if yes.” you calmly said

you were exploding inside tho

ur members were screaming

some cringing

some actually enjoying it

they never knew this side of their maknae

“i guess so~” he muttered, enough for u to hear

u were taken aback by his answer in a good way as u suddenly blushed

he inched his face closer to yours and—

“TIMES UP!” heechul exclaimed

“woahhh i think you won that one” your groups visual said in shocked

you laughed as you turn back to ur members to see their reactions

ur gaze returned to chenle as he was still as red as a tomato

dreamies teasing him more than ever

although you didn’t win

curse u jeno why tf does ur heart beat so fast

chenle still couldn’t stop thinking about what happened

filming ended and you went to your waiting rooms to change back

you were at the women’s bathroom as you were fixing ur hair, looking at the mirror

you had tucked out ur shirt that was previously tucked in and slowly you unbuttoned the lower buttons that were super tight

“hey,” a lower voice called out

“pervert!” you exclaimed without knowing who it was as you covered ur lower stomach

for all you could know it could be a creepy staff member

he raised his arms in defense

“ah it’s just you chenle oppa”

u released ur hands from ur body

chenle’s eyes couldn’t help but land on ur abs

ears getting red again as he looked back into ur eyes

“i gotta go soon so i’ll make this short”

u tilted ur head as a sign to listen

“i don’t know if u were being serious or if it was just for the sake of the show but u should eat. it’s 3pm fill ur stomach. wouldn’t want u starving” he smiled as he handed you a block of chewing gum with pink wrapping paper around it

“ur so cheesy oppa” you blushed “but thank you”

wide smiled were exchanged as you bid your goodbyes

eh why not eat it now, i’m in the mood for something sweet

you unwrapped the hot pink paper

as you were about to pop the tiny block in ur mouth

u spotted something written on the paper with what seemed like a black sharpie

you’re so cute. wanna have rappoki some time in myeongdong? -lele oppa

ur whole face was as red as renjuns in mfal

but not as red as when u turned the paper around to see

text or call me whenever you can. don’t wanna lose a gem like you. xxx-xxx-xxx (my number if u were wondering lol)

you chuckled as you read that and the last little message

i’d wait all three years if it meant getting papa park jinyoung’s approval

he really was one of a kind

zhong chenle.

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boomkloppthesoundofmyheart · 3 years ago

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Carraville Fic

Title: Model Behavior

Short fluff. Set in present time.

Jamie is a model, who mainly does sportswear photo shoots. His latest shoot is his biggest and toughest one yet.

"I can't do this, Steph." Jamie stared at the offending shirt presented to him by one of the photo shoot runners.

Jamie's agent sighed through the phone. "It's just a shirt, Jamie."

"Yeah, but it's a Man United shirt. It'll burn me skin off if I put it on," Jamie hissed. "And me family is gonna see this! They'll disown me!"

"Okay, you gotta stop being overdramatic." I swear, this man and his football. "This is a job. A step up from local ads at Liverpool. Just do it, J. Beggars can't be choosers."

"Fine, but we're not listing this shoot on my modeling page."

"Okay, okay. Just go get changed already." Steph says before ending the call.

Jamie grabbed the shirt and reluctantly put it on. He's gonna need to take a long shower after this and walk on his knees around Anfield to repent for wearing a United shirt.

Once changed, he stepped out of the locker room and walked onto the football pitch, where the photographer started to direct on what poses to do. Jamie did his best to keep the annoyance out of his face. If it did show in the pictures, the photographer didn't mention it.

In the middle of his shoot, he spotted a few United players step on the set, coming out the same locker room and wearing the same kit.

God, let this day be over with, Jamie thinks as he picks up a football.

For the rest of his shoot, Jamie noticed one of the United players staring at him with great intensity.

It was Gary Neville.

Jamie hated him with a passion, especially after his stunt at Old Trafford. Jamie had travelled to watch the Liverpool away match. For most of the game, the score had been nil-nil. That was until Ferdinand managed to score a late winner. Neville then ran over to the away stand where he taunted them by kissing the United badge repeatedly. Ever since that moment, what respect he had for the player was gone.

When he was done, Jamie walked off the pitch. He couldn't leave just yet, in case they needed him to do additional shots. So he sat at the side, watching the United players take their turns to get their photo taken. Once in a while, he caught Gary Neville looking over where he was standing.

Once the photographer was satisfied with the pictures, everyone was cleared to leave. Jamie immediately went to the locker room to rid himself of the blasphemous shirt.

In the locker room, he found Gary Neville changing next to where Jamie set his stuff down. Someone up there is really testing me right now.

Jamie sat on the bench and started to change. As he took of his shoes, Jamie felt eyes trained on him again.

He looked to his left and found Gary Neville openly staring at him.

"What d'you think of the new kit?" Gary asks him, eyes still fixed on Jamie's face.

Jamie just shrugs and goes back to untying his shoes. He doesn't dare talk, not wanting his accent to betray his club ties.

Gary continues on. "I wasn't sure of how I felt about it when I first saw it. Before I thought the huge Chevrolet logo was bad... but this new one though? 'Team Viewer'? Pssh, it's worse."

Jamie couldn't help but chuckle. The new United kit is a downgrade from the previous season's.

"But seeing the shirt on you...I think I change my mind. I think it's my favorite now. Might even be better if yours had 'G. Neville' on the back," Gary says, as he grazes a finger across Jamie's upper back.

This surprised Jamie. He looked over at the Manc and found him smirking at him. Is he flirting with me?

An idea popped into Jamie's head. He wants to see Gary Neville's reaction to his accent. Let's see if you'll still be interested after this.

"It's pretty bad that it takes a Scouser to make your kits look good."

His reaction was as good as Jamie imagined. That stupid smirk dropped from his face and his eyes widened. Under his breath, Jamie heard the other man whisper, "You've gotta be kidding me."

It was Jamie's turn to smirk. He feels he has avenged every Liverpool fan for that badge celebration. It's a small win, but a victory nonetheless.

And on top of that, he can go back to changing in peace. Or so he thought.

As Jamie removed his shirt, Jamie heard Gary whisper again.

"It's just not fair."

"What?"

"How can someone as gorgeous as you, um-" Gary points at him.

"Jamie."

"Jamie, how can someone as gorgeous as you be a Scouser?"

Jamie rolls his eyes and goes back to putting on his own shirt.

"I guess God had to give you some flaws. Can't make you too perfect," Gary says as he stands up, having finished changing.

Jamie stands up as well to remove his joggers. "Are you really still flirting with me?" Jamie asks in disbelief.

Gary follows his movement before looking at Jamie in the face again. "Yeah, I just can't help it... and you sure aren't helping right now by standing in front of me without trousers on," Gary smirks.

Jamie can't help but feel a bit flustered... and he doesn't mind it.

He shakes his head. Jamie grabs his trousers and quickly puts them on. He then sits back down to put his shoes on.

Gary sits back down as well and leans forward. "So...where are we going to dinner after this?"

"Does that chat up line usually work for you?" Jamie replies as he ties up his laces. He doesn't want to look at the other man right now.

"I don't know. You tell me." Gary gently bumps his shoulder against Jamie's. "It's the first time I'm trying it."

Jamie finally faces Gary. "And how many guys have you told that lie?"

"It's not a lie."

There was sincerity in Gary's voice that makes Jamie want to believe. And that soft look Gary was giving him was swaying him to believe him.

"So...we going out?" Gary asks as he run his hand through his hair.

That was the last straw. Despite himself, Jamie finds himself agreeing to go out with Gary.

I'm going to have to walk on me knees around the entire of Liverpool now to make up for this one.

Gary's smile widens.

But maybe it'll be worth it.

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