#PLEASE tell me you guys get the weather boy joke

[strazki]

Currently obsessed with the thought of trans Taylor or Tyler Hernandez...

Like imagine they just kinda let it slip that they're actually identical twins, and the whole group kinda has a collective moment of pure "???" until the realization hits that they were both assigned the same gender at birth, but one of them transitioned at some point

Bonus points if both of them refuse to say which one of them transitioned and which one didn't

Aiden: So, uh... which one of you is...?

Tyler: Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy.

[luveline]

can we please have more coworker JAMES 💜

james calls you something he maybe shouldn’t | fem

You’re feeling at a James-given mark when Sirius appears. 

You don’t know Sirius half as well as you know James nor Remus, but you’re ninety five percent sure he’s a good guy. He’s funny at lunch, whenever Remus has managed to convince you to go with them. He’s like James in terms of scandal. They like making bad jokes. Sirius really likes making Remus laugh, so he must be nice. 

“Hey,” he says, “where are they?” 

You nod toward the boss’ office. “Presenting the last of the Lang and Co.” 

“Oh, right.” Sirius moves in to James’ desk. He knocks one of his figurines over purposefully, then moves one to have its face in the other’s backside. 

“I’ll have to tell him that was you,” you say. 

“Rat. Why?” 

“He’ll think it was me otherwise, and then–” He won’t kiss me later, you’d been about to say. James has grown suddenly and enthusiastically fond of withholding affection whenever you mess with him. As a joke, of course, but you refuse to risk your lunchtime kiss. “You know what he’s like with me.” 

Sirius smiles oddly. “I do.” 

He sits at James’ desk. Ever since you and James… started whatever it is you’re doing, things have been raw for you. Maybe you’re stupid, it’s only kisses, but you’re sort of thinking it isn’t. Like, this is dating. You might not be boyfriend and girlfriend, but you’re exclusive. 

James is too good, and some small part of you doesn’t like admitting it, but the bigger part (the part that wants to kiss him and be kissed by him) knows it surely. How could you have grown to fancy him otherwise?

“Doing anything fun this weekend?” you ask. 

“Not likely,” Sirius says, tucking hair behind his ears. “We’re all helping Remus’ dad paint the house. It’s a tiny thing n’ it won’t take long, but he lives in Aberystwyth. S’gonna take hours to get there and he wants to stay up there ‘cos his dad gets lonely.” Sirius scratches his jaw. “His dad’s nice, mind. I don’t mind going up there. Just hate being stuck in the car when James is driving.” 

You won’t see James this weekend, then. He hadn’t mentioned it. “It’s beautiful in Aberystwyth. Maybe you can go to the beach,” you say. 

“That’s what I’m trying to convince them to do.” Sirius grins. 

“Not the best weather.” 

“It’s always nicer up there. We spent a lot of time up there, you know, in the summers. We ping-ponged between Remus’ house and James’ parents.” 

“Do they live there too?” you ask. 

“Nowhere near.” Sirius laughs, a deep, rich sound. “You think I’d be used to long drives.” 

“Where’s James from?”

“My parents live deep in the West Country,” James says, his hands sudden on the back of your chair. 

Fuck, you think. You had no idea he was coming, distracted by Sirius and the patter of rain against the window. “You creeper.” 

“You’re the creeper. Grilling dear Siri for details on my personal life.” James dives for a biscuit from the plastic packaging laid out on your desk and then away from you. “If you want to know where to send your fan mail, just ask me, sweetheart.” 

“How do you sneak up on me like that?” you ask. 

The space between your chair and the wall isn’t super tight, but it’s still weird to think he’d approached from the right and you hadn’t noticed. Just, James isn’t generous with details about himself and you’re too timid in your standing with him to ask. 

“Practice… Sirius, what have you don’t to my little women!” 

“I thought they were boys?” Sirius says. 

“That gives you no right to knock them over and make them do frankly obscene things to one another. This is a workplace.” James knocks Sirius out of the way, desk chair and all, to set each of his little green figurines onto their feet. The ones that are standing, that is. The sleeping one he puts back in pride of place underneath his computer’s monitor. 

“She told me not to,” Sirius says, not looking at anyone now, peering backward toward the office. “But I didn’t listen, don’t blame our sweet Y/N.” 

“I wasn’t going to.” James sends you a secret smile. 

“She wouldn’t physically withheld me if I weren’t so devilishly fast.” Sirius’ voice warms. “Hello, darling.” 

Remus huffs as he sets down a huge binder of paper. “Hi.” 

“You okay?” 

The tone he uses is so tender, so soft, you aren’t jealous of Remus but you’re not far from it, either. Remus’ frowning is quick to turn up at the sight of his meddling boyfriend. It must be nice to see someone and have them make a bad day good. 

You look up, finding James paused with a hand on his desk. He’s looking at you, impassive. 

“You okay?” you ask him. 

He squints, wrinkles his nose. “Fine. Got shouted at a bit for the reports. Bet you’re glad you have a twisted ankle.” You’re confused at first, then caught. James’ wrinkled face darkens to glare at you. “You lied?” 

“I really didn’t wanna see him today.” Your boss sucks. 

“And we did? Remus, we’ve been betrayed.” 

“James, I knew she was lying, I just don’t care.” Remus rubs his face. “Why shouldn’t one of us escape him?” 

Sirius takes Remus’ empty hand hanging at his side, picture of a concerned lover. 

James, on the other hand, steals another biscuit despite your laughing protesting and nimbly switches off your monitor. 

“Had enough,” James says. Turned away from the boys, he smiles at you playfully, hand twitching at his side like he wants to give you a squeeze. Or a shove. “Your betrayal is noted.” 

“Mm.” You take a third biscuit from your pack to offer him. 

He takes it, letting his knuckles brush under your arm before pulling away. “And filed away for a later date.” 

When Sirius has pulled Remus away for another early lunch, James retakes his chair and slides as close to you as he can be. He looks for your hand under the desk. You pretend it’s just casually there on your knee and not waiting for him to hold. 

“My dad’s family is very well off,” he says, rubbing your index finger with his thumb, “so the estate is huge. They own a lot of land, but he’s not, like, a lord or anything. You’d love it down there though, it’s nice.” 

“I bet I would.”

“Don’t look so surprised.” 

“No, I’m not, I know you’re rich.” 

“Not that sort of surprise. It would be nice to go down there together.” He can tell he’s getting ahead of himself and backtracks. “Well, this weekend I’m going to gorgeous Aberystwyth and you’re…” 

“Doing laundry.” 

“Well,” he says quietly, “maybe you can make some time Sunday night after all of that and we can get a late dinner.” 

“I thought I was in trouble over the twisted ankle.” 

“Who could be in trouble for an injury?” James sandwiches your hand in his. 

“Fake injury.” 

“Oh, my girl,” he murmurs, almost inaudible, “so honest. No punishment on account of owning up to it.” 

Great. My girl and he’s going away for the weekend. James Potter’s your personal nightmare. 

—

james coworker au

[cutmyheadoffplease]

«Justice of those pure of heart»

ADA x reader hcs because why not?

WARNINGS! : Dazai being Dazai, mentions of alcohol and war in Yosano's part

FEAT! : Atsushi; Dazai; Kunikida; Yosano x gn!reader

➜ Atsushi Nakajima ᗢ

ᗢ He asks Yosano for advice; it doesn’t matter. Presents? Yosano has to say they fit the occasion. A nice day in a park? Yosano makes Atsushi check the weather forecast. She saved dates.

ᗢ Atsushi would buy plushies as gifts. He started doing it after he saw how much joy they brought to Kyoka and they became his go-to gifts for everyone.

ᗢ Atsushi’s ability lets him turn into a tiger, tigers are felines, felines sleep for about 16 hours a day. Therefore, Atsushi too sleeps for 16 hours (and has a tiny kitty plushie he got from Kyoka <3)

ᗢ Atsushi once scratched you. It was an accident. It didn’t even hurt. But this chazuke loving boy cried for half an hour because he ‘hurt’ you.

ᗢ You once took him to the Zoo. He started rambling about chameleons. He just loves them. His love for them can be explained in two ways: 1. He wants to blend into the background like them, so that he can forget what he’s been through, so he can be like everyone. 2. They're just cool.

➜ Osamu Dazai 𓍯

𓍯 Jokes that he would love to commit suicide with you, but I feel like he’d stop you say you’re uncomfortable… maybe brings you some flowers, to Yosano’s recommendation, he bought with the money he “borrowed” from Kunikida as an apology.

𓍯 Has a small crab plushie Atsushi and Kyoka gave him and used it to pinch your cheeks or places it on your head when he’s bored.

𓍯 Do NOT fall asleep near him, unless you want to be turn into a bandage mummy, because personal space is not a concep in Dazai’s vocabulary… at all….

𓍯 You cannot look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t blow in your ear to annoy you, Kunkida and/or Chuuya.

𓍯 Dazai may have on this goofy and careless personality, but the one time he was actually sad and brought to tears was when he told you about Oda. poor Oda

➜Doppo Kunikida ✎

✎ Kunikida had a hamster as a kid. He started liking math because he would count the amount of seeds it ate every day.

✎ Kunikida on the note of his math teacher past, he gave Kenji math homework once, but had to explain it with cows.

✎ Kunikida gets mad if you aren’t organized, he’ll tidy up of course, but not without commenting and giving you sour looks.

✎ Once asked Yosano for advice on what to wear to a date and ended up with a wardrobe full of clothes. He’ll never do it again.

✎ Kunikida is almost blind without his glasses, he once tried to hug you without them and ended up hugging a door.

➜ Akiko Yosano 𓌏

𓌏 Watches M*A*S*H* every chance she gets as a way to cope with her childhood. Please watch it with her. It’s an amazing show. The show screams Yosano. (I feel like her favorite would be Colonel Potter. He’s 100% the guy she would have wanted to work under. she cried during the last episode, not wanting the show she resonated so much with to end.)

𓌏 Yosano sleeps with her socks on and has an unholy big collection of them, most of them have Japanese sweets on them or random stuff she bought with Kyoka or Naomi.

𓌏 Drunkenly confessed what happened during the war once. She spat out everything. The pain drowned in liquor, everything now just a foggy memory of abuse and injustice. She took the hair pin off that day.

𓌏 Yosano took you shopping, Kyoka tags along, of course you had to pay for everything. And if you didn’t I’ll pay for Yosano and Kyoka happily . Before you know it it’s already late, the bag is full of random stuff, like scented candles and even more socks.

𓌏 Yosano reads romance. A lot of it. She became the ADA’s romance counselor. So you better be good at preparing dates or she’ll pout a little.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆Yay~ Thank you for getting till the very end~ A part two will come with the other ADA members.ᐟ𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

[kaliforniahigh]

I need a haters to lovers oneshot or fic please 🫠Let it end with smut😈🖤

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for your request and sorry it took me a while to get to it. I decided to do something different with this one. Hope you enjoy it! (Glen Powell and the movie Twisters has been in my head lately). You didn't specify who you wanted it with, so I went with Noah!

I'm sorry people from Oklahoma if this is innacurate. You can hit me up to talk about tornadoes anytime. I actually love the subject!

Warning: angst, tornadoes, destruction, storms, allusions to PTSD, insomnia, enemies to lovers, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!). If I missed anything, let me know!

WC: 3.8k

Requests are closed for now.

A few months ago, Jolly, a good friends of yours, called you with a proposition. You obviously know of his band, you have even gone to a few concerts in the past, but only hung out with them once or twice due to your conflicting schedules. You worked as a vocal coach with a few artists, but your area of expertise was rock and metal.

Growing up in a family obssessed with rock music only fueled your desire to work with music. You never got around to having your own band, but you were glad to work with people who inspired you so much.

Jolly told you over the phone that Noah, the lead vocalist, needed a vocal coach with him on tour. They just got back from a long break and even though Noah always took care of his voice, he didn't want anything going wrong. You were on a break yourself, but since you've been meaning to update some things in your house, you figured working for them this time wouldn't hurt. You knew Jolly well and he always spoke highly of his bandmates.

Now, sitting opposite from Noah on the restaurant table, surrounded by the band and crew, you questioned if he wasn't good with new people or if he had an especific problem with you.

Things weren't so bad at the beginning, but as he spend more time with you, he became closed off, giving you short responses and sometimes not even acknowledging you. You thought maybe he was nervous to go back on stage and travelling always takes a tool on you.

But now, as one month has passed by, you figured the problem was you. Mainly because he didn't act like this around other people, you observed how he behaved with everyone else, cracking jokes and laughing, getting into the usual tour shenanigans with the boys.

It was the middle of May and you were now venturing into the Midwest. The first stop was Oklahoma, and you had just arrived a few hours ago, when everyone decided to go out for dinner.

You chatted with everyone around you, except for Noah and he chatted with everyone around him except for you.

"Someone will have to hit up a convenience store tomorrow. I want some good snacks in the green room" Nick pointed out.

"I can go. I've been meaning to buy a pack of White Claw to restock the mini fridge on the tour bus", Noah volunteered himself.

"Sorry, man, but you have a shit taste in snacks. Y/N can go with you 'cause she know what we like, you just stick to your White Claw", Nick retorted, everyone around laughing and agreeing.

"And I don't know what you guys like?", Noah got a little defensive.

"Of course you do, I just don't trust you to pick what we actually like", Jolly pointed out.

Noah huffed a bit and you could tell he was annoyed. You didn't say anything, running to the convenience store wouldn't take more than 20 minutes. You'd live.

The next day, the weather was beautiful and warm, so you chose to wear some shorts and a light t-shirt, sticking your shades on the collar, you made your way out of the hotel room to have breakfast.

Noah sent you a short text the night before, after everyone had already gone back to their hotel rooms, saying you would leave for the grocery store around 3pm, since they had some things to figure out for the show that night. You just sent an "ok" back.

You knew you could put more effort into the interactions with him, but the fear of rejection gnawed at you. Having tried before and only receiving a hum or a nod of his head. You decided you weren't going to try again.

You always tried to explore the cities you visited as much as you could, so having the morning free today had you walking around the streets of Oklahoma City. You wish you had enough time to visit the Zoo and museums, but settled for the stores and collecting souvenirs. Your fridge at home has a variety of magnets from different cities and countries you've visited.

As you walked, the sun was shining high in the sky, you noticed the clouds passing by rapidly, but felt absolutely no wind blowing. You thought nothing of it, you were actually glad there was no wind blowing your hair all over the place.

You chose a cute little restaurant for lunch, ordering meat and some vegetables on the side. You tried not to think about the trip to the convenience store with Noah later, enjoying your meal instead.

Arriving back at the hotel, you went up to your room to take a shower and change clothes. Checking the clock every few minutes, you started to get anxious when 3:05pm hit and he still hasn't texted you.

When 3:15pm rolled around and there were no signs still, you decided to be the first one to text. You didn't want to wait if he decided not to go anymore.

You: You're late.

The short text was obvious enough. You saw the bubbles appear on your screen.

Noah: Your Uber is coming, princess.

You would dwell on the term of endearment if he didn't use it sarcastically.

You: Just hurry.

Noah: Wow, you got a lot of shit to do today?

You didn't, you just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. You didn't bother replying. You only waited for a few more minutes before your phone dinged with a new text message.

Noah: Your Uber has arrived at your location. Hurry.

Rolling your eyes, you got up from the bed, swiped the card to lock your door and made your way to the elevator. He was parked outside with a less than pleased look on his face.

You tried to open the car door but it was still locked. Feeling childish, Noah left you waiting for a few seconds before unlocking the car. Yeah, this would go well.

"You could've been waiting outside already", he complained.

"It would've saved us glorious three minutes, wow", you said as he started to drive on the streets.

Truth is, Noah found it very entertaining arguing with you. At first, you wouldn't respond to his snarky remarks, but he cracked your shell and now you responded him with the same tone of annoyance in your voice.

You noticed that the sky was turning a slightly darker color in the distance. It was nearing 4pm and summer showers weren't uncommon at this time of the year. You wanted to point it out to Noah, but decided to stay quiet for your own sake.

The drive was short and you guessed he picked the gas station closest to the hotel. The bell chimed above your head as you made your way to the snacks isle, Noah making his way to the refrigerators to pick his beverage.

The convenience store was quiet, there were only a couple of other customers there and you could hear the sound of the television mounted on the wall, close to the cash register.

You grabbed everything you knew the boys liked and something for yourself as well, your arms were full of deliciously unhealthy snacks as you deemed to have picked enough already.

You met Noah at the cash register, the sound of the local news station on the television catching your attention as well as Noah's.

"If you're in the Oklahoma City area, specifically in this area", he pointed to the big map behind him, at an area highlighted in red "you need to take cover right now, the National Weather Service has emitted a tornado warning and this storm is moving fast"

You looked past Noah, who was beside you, to the glass doors of the store, the sky was now completely dark, it almost looked like nighttime outside. Suddently sirens went off outside, scaring you and almost making you jump out of your bones.

You grabbed your phone, pulling up Google Maps on your screen and comparing to the map being shown on the televison. You and Noah were dead center on the area the tornado was most likely to hit.

The other customers congregated behind you, paying attention to what was being said. You heard Noah's voice beside you.

"What do you do in these situations?", he asked the cashier. You could tell he was starting to get nervous. Your hands were already shaking.

"Whenever there's a tornado warning, we hide in the walk-in freezer. Here, I'll show y'all the way, we can stay there until the sirens stop blaring", he made his way around the counter, leading you, Noah and the rest to the back of the store.

"Does this happen often?", you asked.

"It happens every year, sometimes it's just an EF1 or a really strong storm", this made you calm down a little as he opened the door to the freezer.

Everyone took cover inside, the sirens outside making you a little restless. No one said anything, the only thing heard in the enclosed space were the heavy breaths leaving everyone's lungs.

A few minutes later, you heard things falling on the roof, as if it was raining, the store cashier opened the door a little and what you saw outside was a sight forever engrained in your mind. A giant vortex spinning so fast your eyes couldn't even keep up. Debri flying everywhere as you realized that's what it's hitting the roof. For a second, you couldn't look away, mesmerized and terrified of the sight in front of you. It was in the distance still, but you could tell it was fast approaching.

Noah calling out to you was what took you out of your stupor, you turned around to face him, as the door was closed again.

"There is a tornado coming, there is a giant tornado right outside of this store", you started to freak out, hands shaking and tears springing to your eyes.

You had no time to cry though, because there was a noise outside that reminded you of a train running on full speed, and it was coming towards you. The floor started to shake and the noise became even more defeaning.

You crouched down on the floor as pieces of the ice on the walls started to fall on your head. You felt a presence behind you and someone telling you to lay down on the floor. You could make out Noah's voice through the cacophony of noises. People were screaming now.

Noah laid down on top of you, shielding your body from the things falling off the shelves, as you covered your ears. The floor beneath you shaking, and you felt as if the whole store was going to take flight. You felt Noah's hand on top of yours on your head, moving your hands to grasp his, you tried to ground yourself in the feeling of his warm and sweaty palms.

It felt like as soon as it came, it was gone. You felt like hours have gone by, but it must have a been a minute or even less. The aftermath was complete silence, no one could find the words to explain what everyone has just gone through.

You were still holding Noah's hands when he murmured in your ear "Hey, we gotta try to get up, ok?", you only nodded, feeling his weight lift from on top of you. You felt exposed and vulnerable all over again.

Finding some strenght in your legs, you kneeled on the floor before getting up on your two feet. The door was jammed, but with a little effort from everyone, you were able to pry it open. The shelves were tilted, some have fallen on the floor, scattering products everywhere. You tried to step around it.

The scene outside was devastating, there were debris everywhere, the cars parked outside were tossed in the air and now laid sideways or completely upside down. The glass door was shattered. You stood still in the middle of the store, Noah bumping onto your back due to your abrupt stop.

You couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes, thinking about the ones who weren't as fortunate.

"Hey, c'mon, we gotta find a way to get out of here", he put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you outside. Neither of you had service, but there were cars driving around offering a ride to wherever people needed to go.

You zoned out while Noah talked to a local and soon you were riding a car back to the hotel. You thought about the boys and if they were safe. Even though the hotel was close to the convenience store, the man driving the car - you thought you heard his name was Alex, but you weren't sure - told you the tornado missed that part of town completely.

You felt better about that piece of information. He parked the car outside and there were people swarming the hotel entrance and soon you noticed your friends standing a little to the left. They spotted Noah quickly and you saw their eyes searching for you, a look of relief washing over their features when they noticed the two of you were fine.

They all hugged you, but you excused yourself, saying you were going up to your hotel room to take a shower and lay down, before they could bombard you with questions. Noah stayed behind to talk to them.

"I think it goes without saying that the show was cancelled tonight", Nicholas informed Noah, who nodded in acknowledgment. He didn't know what to say in this moment. He got up today just like any other day, he went about his bussiness as per usual. He was trying to find a way to wrap his head around how everything changed in mere minutes.

Nicholas noticed he was out of it and suggested he also take a shower and rest a little, since they didn't know when they were leaving town.

During his shower, he thought about the way you felt so scared underneath him, as the whole store shook. He thought you were both going to die, and the last words he had said to you were less than ideal.

It was dark outside now as he laid on the bed, trying to sleep off the day. Everytime he closed his eyes, it felt like he was back at the convenience store. He sworn he could hear the noises all over again. After an hour or so of trying to fall asleep, he gave up, got up from the bed to put a t-shirt on over his bare torso and made his way out the door.

He found himself in front of your door, contemplating knocking. He wondered if you were able to sleep or if you were restless just like him. Either way, he needed to talk to you. So he rapped his knuckles a couple of times and waited, as he heard the padding of your feet on the other side.

You opened the door just a little, peering outside and looking at him with a rather confused expression.

"Hey, were you sleeping?", he asked.

"Not really", your eyes were tired, but you weren't able to find sleep, just like him. Opening the door completely now, you motioned for him to come inside.

He sat on the end of your bed and you sat beside him.

"What's up?", you asked him. Not really knowing what to say. Your time together consisted of snarky remarks coming from both of you and the occasional cold shoulder. You felt a little out of place.

"I don't know. I couldn't sleep and I thought that talking to the person who lived everything with me would make me feel a little better", he was picking on his nails, not looking at you. "It was stupid, really. I'll just leave you to it", he was starting to get up from the bed, when you put a hand on his thigh to stop him.

"It's not stupid, you can stay. I don't think I'll actually fall asleep tonight. Maybe we can watch a movie or something?", you suggested. It was clear neither one of you wanted to be alone right now.

"Yeah, ok, we can watch a movie", he agreed. You made your way up the bed, resting your back on the pillows propped on the headboard and he he followed you, doing the same. You grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels on the televison, settling on an action movie that was probably from the 2000s.

Silence enveloped the room, and for the first time, you felt comfort in his presence, instead of aggravation and annoyance. You decided to let the silence reign. An hour of the movie went by and you weren't even close to feeling sleepy.

"Noah?", you called his name, your voice wasn't too low or too loud, but the perfect volume for the situation. He hummed, telling you he was listening. "Can I ask you a question?", you looked at him and he looked back at you.

"Yes, you can", he wondered what you could possibly ask him, but after your near-death experience, you decided you didn't want to leave rocks unturned with him. So the words that fell from your lips suprised you and also him.

"Why do you hate me so much?", you studied his features for any reaction. The only thing you noticed was his eyebrows lifting up on his forehead.

"You think I hate you?", he countered.

"I don't have a reason not to. Now answer my question, please?", you were getting your answers tonight, even if he didn't like it.

You heard a chuckle of disbelief fall from his lips. "Hate is not what I feel for you"

"Well, then what is it? 'Cause I feel like hate would be the correct emotion"

"February 25th, 2022", was all he said back, If you weren't confused before, this did it for you. "Do you remember this day?"

You didn't like the way he kept asking questions insted of answering you. "I don't think I do", you told him, honestly.

"It was the day The Death of Peace of Mind released and we had a party at the house to celebrate. Jolly invited you. Remember now?", the day was coming back to you slowly.

"I remember, but I was wasted, I don't remember much of what happened", you shrugged your shoulders. You stopped drinking since then anyways, so you didn't dwell on it.

"Of course you don't", he snickered under his breath.

"Can you stop with the cryptic messages? Just tell me what you want already", you were starting to get frustrated, voice raising a little bit.

"You kissed me that day", he deadpanned. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not really knowing what to say. This information was new to you. You felt like you would remember if you kissed Noah Sebastian. "I feel stupid because I've been hung up on the fact that you don't even remember it happened"

"You can't hate me because of that for the rest of your life", you observed.

"I don't hate you, I already told you that. I hate the fact that you don't remember, that you didn't text me the day after. I hate that the kiss didn't mess with your head like it did with mine", he had a slight agitation in his voice.

"I'm sorry that I don't remember. But I was probably pretty drunk already by the time it happened"

He seemed to ignore it, as he kept going. "All I've been able to think about since the day you joined us on tour is how I want to grab you by the neck and kiss you. Kiss you thoroughly, so you won't ever forget this time"

His admission hung in the air between you. He didn't have to think about that any longer, because when you looked in his eyes and saw them clouded with lust, you were the one tangling your fingers on the back of his head and crashing your lips with his.

The kiss was fervent, both of you fighting for dominance, him being able to overpower you easily.

You laid down on the bed and he settled on top of you. You felt his weight on you for the second time today, but this time around you felt safe and actually content.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this", he whispered as he moved to your neck, kissing and biting to his heart's content. You sighed out loud at the feeling, clawing at his back, telling him you wanted his t-shirt off.

He sat on his knees, removing the fabric from his body, your fingers reaching for him in an instant, feeling his abdomen under your palms. He kissed you again, only separating to take your own shirt off. You were wearing nothing underneath and he groaned at the discovery.

Reaching for your breasts, he reveled in the feeling of them in his hand, before he put his mouth on one of them. You couldn't hold back your noises anymore, and he didn't want you to. You weren't in a hurry, but you wanted to feel him in you and you needed it now.

Grabbing his head and prompting him to move upwards, his eyes level with yours.

"Take my pants off and fuck me, please", as soon as you said this, a switch flipped inside if him, and in seconds, you were both rid of your pants and underwear.

He positioned himself on top of you and you felt him pressing on your entrance.

"I swear you won't forget it this time", he said as he thusted inside of you in one motion. Your mouth hung open as he set a fast pace from the get go. You both needed this.

"I don't want to forget it", you whispered on his lips.

"Touch yourself. Fuck, I don't think I'll last", he said in strained voice as your fingers started a circular motion on your clit.

He could feel you squeezing around him and he could tell you were as close as him. Shortly after, you were letting out moans in rapid succesion, body convulsing on the bed, your heels digging on his back. He let himself go right after you, feeling the warm sensation on your walls.

The both of you just laid there, catching your breaths for a second. He separated from you so he could look you in the eyes.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore. Today was scary and I thought I was gonna lose you for good. I didn't want our last exchange to be some bitter words", you agreed with him, caressing his face and moving the hair out of his eyes.

"We don't have to fight anymore, we can just do this instead", you grinned and he grinned with you.

He laid down beside you and enveloped you in his arms. Right now, you felt the calmest since everthing happened. No noise in your ears but his gentle breathing. The images in your mind replaced with Noah's face as he looked at you so fondly. Sleep didn't take long to pull the both of you under.

[aimedis]

random interactions between redacted characters: damn squad edition

(ib: @indigo-greer-collins) these may or may not be ooc but idc, open your mouth and eat up yum yum kind of a long one, ignore the mistakes

freelancer: i'm gonna nut to this man's voice damien: freelancer what. dear: oh! maybe we should let inside thoughts stay inside next time! freelancer: he can stay inside me damien: shut??? up?????

freelancer: damien, what the fuck do you know about privacy? do i need to bring up the anniversary trip? huxley: he told you about that????? freelancer: damien tells me everything. everything.

gavin, laughing at a joke freelancer made: you're so funny, my love damien, lasko, and huxley: dear: crickets freelancer: man fuck you guys

lasko, after a long day: i'm quitting my job. someone find me a sugar daddy gavin: got you, bae, i'll rob a bank for you. not like they can catch me huxley: can you not just like.. make money? gavin: well yeah but it's like, the sentiment

lasko: this is the third time i've walked in on the two of you doing.. things.. in damien's office. do you not have a job to do??? huxley you don't work here????? huxley: sorry dude! damien: cry about it lasko: you did not just say that to me. i know where you live. damien: someone help i'm getting threatened by a teacher. damn and it's racist employees for real. it's cause i'm a fire elemental, isn't it? because i'm asian?? and gay????? i should report you lasko: i'm [cue mini tornado]

dear: freelancer, are you okay? freelancer: huh? yeah, why? dear: you're glaring at your textbook freelancer: oh. i miss my boyfriend :( dear: it's been two hours. freelancer: that's too long, excuse me early please? dear: no? do your work freelancer: fuck you, i hope lasko dumps you dear: OKAY.

damien: freelancer, give me my phone back freelancer: no fuck you for telling my secrets. i'm going through your shit damien: i wouldn't do that if i were you. might scroll too far and see huxley's dick in 4k freelancer: *throws his phone*

gavin: d, when are you gonna let me do your hair? dear: no offence but i'd rather kill myself gavin: :(

damien: [idk something freaky] freelancer: okay you s-s-sl-slut! damien: this is why i don't like you freelancer: bitch you love me. you love so much you'd kiss me, feelings INCLUDED gavin, holding out his hand as a mic: damien, your response? damien: i'm jumping off the roof dear: bro is NOT beating the in love with freelancer allegations

gavin: yeah, they don't take compliments at all actually. especially from me. they say the most insane things dear: really? gavin: yeah, watch. deviant? freelancer, from across the room: hm? gavin: you look beautiful today :) freelancer: i'm gonna eat you :) damien: what does that even mean freelancer: wouldn't you like to know weather boy

freelancer: now i have to go back to school like a fucking slave gavin: deviant, you can't just say that freelancer: sorry i guess :/

lasko: guys, what does 'sigma' mean? damien: who told you about that.. lasko: one of my students wrote "the most sigma professor" on my whiteboard

freelancer: my tummy hurts :( huxley: awh, what did you eat? :( freelancer: huxley: ...freelancer, what did you eat. freelancer: uhm huxley: :|

freelancer: was it casual when you agreed to be my valentine despite not really knowing that meant? damien: was it casual when you called me your good luck charm? dear: was it casual when you said i was stuck with you gavin, huxley, lasko: :/

huxley: don't look now, but the guy i was talking about is right behind you damien: *immediately turning around in the most obvious way possible* where? huxley: dames-

freelancer: gav my tummy hurts i'm gonna die make it stop oh my god i'm getting eaten from the inside out gavin: jeez, and i'm the dramatic one freelancer: help me or you don't love me :(((( gavin: okay okay, i have the water and tea, relax

lasko: you're so down bad freelancer: you're talking??? don't make me send your partner the screenshots dear: oh? ko ko, what do they mean? lasko: let's not go there- freelancer, put your phone down. dear, looking at their phone: lasko: i'm so sorry dear: this is so graphic. you never talk to me like that baby :((( lasko, red faced: please stop i might combust dear: you're so cute :) lasko: PLEASE.

[g1rld1ary]

lifeguard!james x reader 2

wc: 1587

cw: nowhere near as horny as the first one (my period ended), still mentions of sexual feelings, swearing

you went back to the pool the next day. was it for james? no. was it not for james? you weren't answering that. but there he was when you and the girls walked in just after lunchtime, sunglasses on to avoid the reflection from the water. you had to admit you were glad he was working, you'd forgotten your book at home and needed something fun to look at when you were tanning.

you were allowed to observe him shamelessly for a minute and a half whilst he was preoccupied explaining something to hilda, one of the old ladies who possibly spent every day of summer at the public pool (she was big on aqua aerobics). it was even better when he did see you all, though, his face breaking out into a boyish grin as he waved. the girls all waved back and you pulled your sunglasses down past your eyes with one hand, raising one eyebrow with a smile. he responded with a silly exaggeration of his heart beating against his chest with his hands, drawing an unwilling giggle out of you. he looked pleased with the reaction.

james left you all alone for a little, actually doing his job while you soaked up the sun, discussing your summer readings with lily. marlene and mary were filling out magazine quizzes next to you, occasionally asking for opinions. about a half hour later james approached you with an excited "ladies! it's good to see you back again!" mary laughed with a polite greeting in return, twisting in her beach chair to face him. you all followed, and you couldn't resist teasing him.

"hope you don't think it's because of you, baywatch." james shook his head sagely.

"i would never dare. i mean, clearly, this is the place to be." he gestured around the facility, obviously referring to the fact that you and your friends were the only people there aged between 15 and 30. lily laughed then, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair to look at him properly.

"is this your way of asking where people actually hang out?" james shrugged. "to be completely honest, most of our age group sleep through the day to do dumb shit at night, it's the best way to escape the heat," she explained.

"the few that are awake usually hang around the arcade," marlene added, "or the village -- that's the shopping centre. usually our group hang out there if it's horrid weather, there's a decent cinema and a music shop, passable food as well." james nodded, looking genuinely interested in what marlene had to say about it.

"maybe you'll all have to show me around it one time," he said cheekily, and you all made entertained noises at his forwardness.

"desperate for our company, are you?" you teased, but james just shrugged easily.

"i told you yesterday, i literally have zero friends here." there was something charming in his openness about being a complete loser, and you could tell the others felt similarly.

"don't be silly, james, we'll be your friends," lily said kindly, using the same tone she did when talking to the kids she tutored.

"yeah," marlene agreed, "you can't be any worse than the other tossers we're friends with." you all laughed at that, thinking of the boys who refused to accompany you to the pool.

"and they've not come with you?" james asked, catching onto the unsaid easier than he probably should as a relative stranger.

"they wouldn't be caught dead. sirius cares about his hair too much to even be around all these germs, and remus tries not to be in the sun if he can avoid it. poor peter refuses to be the only guy hanging out with us, I think we still scare him a little after all these years," mary joked, and james looked utterly delighted to be hearing about your lives.

he excused himself not long after to get back to the job he should've been doing the whole time, and you admired the way his arse looked in the swim shorts as he left.

"he seems nice," you muttered, and the others agreed. lily raised one perfect red eyebrow.

"are we talking about his personality or the body you can't stop staring at?" you gasped, not offended at her statement but more than willing to pretend.

"are you calling me a whore?" you asked with a hand over your chest.

"you said it," marlene quipped and you cried out in protest, lines of mock outrage spilling from your lips.

you got bored of bickering quickly, the heat taking most of the fight out of you. you sat in relative silence for a while until lily declared it time for more water, taking marlene to go buy you all bottles from the corner shop down the street. the ones at the tragic pool bar were never cold and she wanted ones from the fridge. that left you and a sleeping mary on either side of your line of chairs. you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, leaning over to grab the magazine lying on marlene's towel.

you flipped through it lazily, but couldn't stop your eyes from drifting up to where james sat in his lifeguard's chair, wiping sweat from his brow. there was something about him that interested you (aside from the god-like body). he had an easy openness that you scarcely found in guys your age; he wasn't afraid to be lame or honest and didn't seem to be interested in making himself sound any better than he was to a group of four hot girls -- if you did say so yourself. he was refreshing, and not just visually.

as if he could read your mind james started approaching, and you quickly busied yourself in an article you couldn't care less about.

"hi," he said, standing in front of your chair. you looked up, feigning slight surprise, as if you hadn't been listening to his flip-flops grow closer.

"couldn't stay away?" you asked, closing the magazine in a way you hoped didn't look eager.

"you caught me," he sighed, smile making its way onto his face.

"shouldn't you be working?"

"i'm taking my break. thought i'd come keep you company."

"how generous," you mused, "would've thought you'd gotten enough of a view of me during your shift from up on that seat of yours." james had the decency to look mildly embarrassed for a moment, but it passed quickly and he took it in stride, sitting on the edge of your deck chair, careful not to drip water on your belongings.

"i'm only appreciating the natural beauty of this town. besides, someone's gotta do it if your boyfriend won't bother coming here with you, wouldn't want such a nice bikini to go to waste." you felt hot at the compliment and you knew it wasn't just the sun. you tried to play it off.

"are you asking if i'm single?" james paused for a moment, possibly thinking through his options, then nodded, unashamed. "you don't even know my name."

"you won't tell me."

"touché." you let yourself smile a little, loving the way james' eyes crinkled when he returned it. "done anything to earn it yet?" you could see him genuinely thinking and wondered whether he'd make up a miraculous story about an epic save he made just before you arrived at the pool.

"no, guess not." he settled on, disarming you again. the near-constant earnestness in his way of speaking hadn't stopped catching you by surprise yet, and you wouldn't be shocked if it never did.

"and what, no girlfriend up north to scold you for staring at my tits?" you teased as james' eyes flew back up to yours, only relaxing when he saw you weren't upset.

"free as a bird," he confirmed quietly, "though I'm sure it's of no interest to you." the air felt electric between you, had he always been this close? you were face to face, only a few inches between you. you could feel butterflies erupting not just in your stomach.

"obviously," you answered, similarly quiet. the moment felt inappropriately intimate despite the people around you. you were equal parts glad and furious when lily and marlene returned, unsure of what you might have succumbed to right there on the deck chair if you hadn't been interrupted. james looked equally worked up, hazy look in his eyes making him appear already fucked out. he stood with a start, excusing himself to get back to work.

"see you around, baywatch," you said, strategically reapplying some lipgloss. you didn't miss his glance at your lips.

"hope so, dollface." you were glad james was leaving because the nickname made you falter, going straight to your ovaries. you'd done it to yourself yet were no more prepared, staring dumbly after him.

you tried to play it off quickly, picking the magazine up where you left off and flipping through noncommittally. you could feel your friends' eyes on you and pointedly ignored it, eyes trained down at some 'best-dressed' list you'd found.

"just your luck that you get first dibs on the hot new guy," mary complained, but you could tell she wasn't all that bothered.

"you are going to eat him alive," marlene laughed and lily nodded, the two of them already sharing condolences for james. you didn't say anything, but judging from the coil still wound tight in your lower belly, maybe it wasn't james they had to be worried about.

i need him fr

[hayakawalove]

Respite From Heat

Summary: A lazy day spent with the two men you love.

A/N: Short and sweet. Thank you to @whereflowerswenttodie for telling me about Canva for the picture. Please be kind to me I will get better at using it.

TW: SFW, Food mention, just fluffy, Gojo gets teased a lot

W/C: 1,559

“…and that’s gonna do it for the show today folks, make sure to stay in the shade and have something cool to drink. This weather isn’t a joke!” 

The neighbors radio carried its audio across the street over to the three of you. And the radio host wasn’t kidding, the weather wasn’t a joke. It had to be at least 90 degrees out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was over 100. 

Even though you sat in the shade, you could swear the pavement below you was melting your skin. Hot concrete bites into your palms while you lounge about, watching the two boys in front of you. Your two boys. 

They were shooting hoops in the driveway, an activity Satoru begged Suguru to partake in. One minute he was cuddled up with you on the couch reading a book, the next his eager boyfriend was dragging him outside, an orange ball under his other arm. 

Suguru dribbled the ball, the act borderline salacious. His bangs drooped over his eyes, a sheen of sweat beginning to coat his biceps. His tongue poked out while he focused on the ball. 

Maybe you should thank Satoru for offering you this holy sight. On second thought, maybe that’s why Satoru wanted to play. 

The white hair menace runs up to Suguru, stealing the ball before it could bounce back up to his hand. He lets out a cackle before dribbling the ball towards the rickety hoop, positioning his arms overhead to toss the ball. 

The ball shoots through the air, the orange sticking out against the blue backdrop of the clear summer sky. 

“And with that, I’m in first place!” Satoru prides, turning to Suguru as the basketball flies through the hoop, thudding against the ground. 

“I’m like five ahead of you-“ Suguru says incredulously, one of his brows raising. 

“In your dreams!”

Suguru squints at Satoru, debating on whether or not he wanted to start this. 

Why not. 

“Did you hit your head?” He asks, knowing it would rile Satoru up even more.

“You know Satoru, it’s okay to lose sometimes.” You murmur, cutting off Suguru. 

“You guys are consipiring against me!” Satoru pouts. 

Suguru ignores him and leans over to grab the ball, you catch a flash of his bare chest through his loose shirt, the large arm holes gracing you a sight to drink up. 

Both of their hair stuck to their foreheads, their chests slightly panting while pink dusted their cheeks. Even when sweat dripped from their skin and they wore loose clothing, they still were too hot for their own good. 

Maybe they were the ones responsible for raising the heat up around here. You wouldn’t be surprised. 

“You should join us, come on it would be fun!” Satoru says, prancing over you to grab your hand. 

“It’s not like I would join your team.” It was fun to antagonize him sometimes. 

Satoru wails, and you stifle a chuckle. 

“Besides, why would I want to play basketball against two 6’3 guys? You think I’m crazy?” You tug your hand away, watching as Satoru pops his hip out and rests his hand there. 

“Maybe you’re just afraid to lose.” He states like it's a fact.

“Says the loser.” You argue. 

Satoru opens his mouth to retort when a jingle sounds out, music flowing down your street. 

Your ears perk up, the sound heavily ingrained in your body from your childhood. 

“Is that-“ you start. 

“An ice cream truck?” Satoru finishes. 

You both lock eyes, excitement leaking from your voices. 

Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything sweet, but he just knew you and Satoru would be. 

“Suguru, pass me some cash!” Satoru looks like he’s two seconds away from jumping up and down. 

“I don’t have any cash on me, you know I don’t carry it.” 

You listen to the two bicker before making your mind up, hopping to your feet and running into the house. 

Once inside, you dart to your room and dig through Satoru’s drawers. The man always had spare cash laying around. Sure enough, wads of crumpled dollars lay in the very back of his pants drawer. Honestly, he probably forgot he had it. He had more money than he knew what to do with. 

Bounding down the stairs, you slap the cash in Suguru’s hand. 

“Here!” You say with a large grin. 

His eyes light up at your expression, beads of sweat rolling down his throat. 

“Oh hey, where’d you get that?” Satoru asks, peeking over. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

He didn’t need to know. 

Suguru leans over to place a kiss against your cheek, the act settling off a million fireflies in your gut. 

“Just the usual, sweetheart?” Of course Suguru was going to get the sweet treat for you. 

He loved doing things for you while you sat there pretty for him. 

You try to suppress a smile while you nod, watching him stand to his full height. He licks his thumb before carefully counting the cash you oh so graciously brought out for the two men. 

You were an Angel, he wondered if you knew. 

“Should be enough, let’s go Satoru.” 

Satoru’s shoulders slump while he lets out a whine. Leave it to him to be dramatic. 

“Whaaat? Can’t you get mine for me too?” 

“No, plus you change your order a billion times.” Suguru skillfully shuts Satoru down, an act he’s done millions of times. 

You really did have to be trained in the art of handling Satoru. And if anyone was trained in it, it was Suguru. He must’ve had a doctorate in it by now. 

Satoru grumbles, pushing his hair up out of the way to look a bit more presentable. You watch as the two men set off towards the sound of the ice cream truck. 

It didn’t take long before they were back. You sat on the sidewalk, legs outstretched in front of you when they returned. 

“We bring gifts!” Satoru’s cheery voice calls. 

They looked almost more refreshing than the ice cream cream in their hands. Handsome men carrying your salvation. 

You reach out a grabby hand and Suguru carefully places the ice cream in your palm. 

“Thank you!”

Suguru swears he feels his heart rate pick up a bit at the sound of your gratitude. God, the things he would do just to hear you say that. 

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure so you don’t catch a glimpse of the pink tinting his cheeks. 

“Satoru cut in front of a kid.” He rats out Satoru. 

“No I didn’t! I almost did. And I didn’t see him, it's not my fault I’m tall.” Satoru plops down beside you, his legs noticeably longer than yours. 

Suguru sits on the other side of you, basking in your presence. You shudder as the cold treat bites into your hand. It felt like you could hardly wait anymore as you unwrapped it, ready to dive in. 

The heat felt a little bit more bearable once the cool ice cream hit your tongue. 

“Damn Toru, that’s low, even for you.” You giggle. 

“Low like that kid.” Suguru adds. 

Satoru clicks his tongue before beginning to munch on his ice cream. 

Ice cream trucks reminded you of your childhood. You could have been mature and asked Suguru to get you something more refined this time, but where was the fun in that? You just had to get the SpongeBob ice cream. Satoru ended up getting a chocolate cone, and Suguru was empty handed. 

He didn’t really care much for ice cream. Plus, watching his partners’ eyes light up while they ate was just as good of a treat he concluded. It might even be sweeter than having the dessert. 

You bite off a corner of the SpongeBob in your hand, watching as Satoru absentmindedly kicks his foot against yours. A small sign of affection, but a sign of affection no less. Other people began to fill the street in search of the truck, mainly children, but there were some adults meagerly waiting about. 

Turning to Suguru you offer up your ice cream. He wouldn’t normally have wanted anything, but he couldn’t resist your expectant doe eyes. 

He bends over slightly, taking a small bite. Sugar dances around his tastebuds as he licks his lips, looking back up at you. 

“Thank you baby.” 

“Of course! I dont want you to feel left out, you know.” 

Suguru’s heart aches at the sentiment. Excitement floods his veins at the mere prospect that you thought about him. 

Lucky, lucky, lucky. He thought. 

The three of you sit in silence as you and Satoru finish eating. Satoru’s pink tongue darts out to lick a trail of sugary goodness from his fingers. 

“That was good.” He squeaks out, leaning back on his palms. 

“Why don’t we go back inside and shower, and I’ll get started on lunch.” Suguru speaks, knees cracking as he stands up. 

Your head perks up at the mention of food, namely Suguru’s food, and you take the hand he's offering you. 

He helps you to your feet before going over to assist Satoru, the feel of his sticky fingers making Suguru wince. 

Summer could get unbearable at times, but having your boys around made it a bit more tolerable. 

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[letmesleep8]

even if I die screaming // elliexreader

CHAPTER 1: Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow

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Chapter 2 | A03 gets it first

content warnings/tags: mature; angst; troubled characters; friends to lovers

notes: it's my first time ever posting fanfiction and English is not my first language, please be nice or I will cry.

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"Were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?"

I am sitting on the floor, my face burning along with my soul and the back of my throat. I take another sip of the third-rate alcohol to calm me down on my hands and the instant  headache brings another wave of fury within me. I scream and throw the bottle at a wall, as if it was the one to blame for my current situation. I get up and rub my hands over my face as I walk to the window, looking over to the river. I feel the cold winter air going through my lungs as I look into my past and wonder how I managed to be this stupid.

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May 11, 2034 Spring

Dear diary,

The weather is finally starting to get warmer. I think I heard some birds shrimping this morning. Mama found me some new vinyls on her last patrol, most of them were either scratched or only contained some sort of classical music, but there's one I really like. It's golden and it has a picture of a couple on the cover. I think it says "rumors", it's kinda dirty still. I had never seen a vinyl that sparkled. My favorite song is the one that says "don't stop  thinking about tomorrow, it will be better than before". I bet that guy didn't ever see a future like this coming.

Dina asked if I wanted to come to the river tomorrow with the other kids. Don't know if mama would let me though. Gonna make dinner real good so she does.

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"Wait up! Jesse, you run too fast, it's not fun."  I rushed as much as I could to try to catch him.  "You don't know how to play!"

Jesse laughed as he got closer to the shore, I managed to catch him a bit after, still panting. Right after me came the village dog all of the kids fought to keep last week. "You're lucky Barkie is such a loyal pup, right?" He knelt beside the big German Shepherd, scratching her chin. "Otherwise even she would be able to outrun you!"

"Her new name's Stevie!", I rolled my eyes. "And it suits her much better. Right, Stevie? Yes, it does!", I baby talked and kissed her head as the boy rolled his eyes.

As we discussed Stevie's recent name change we heard Dina's voice a few feet from us, calling us over. She was sitting by the river with Cat as some of the other boys played in the water. I got closer, bringing the dog with me.

"Oh hi, Stevie!", Dina said excitedly. The puppy nodded her tail happily. 

Jesse quickly remarked how unhappy he was with the sudden name change, leading to a childish argument between the three of us while Cat just kept drawing trees on her little notebook as usual, only speaking when directly asked to, she said she thought Barkie was a better name. I was ready to tell her how bad her taste was when I heard some noise behind me. I was quick to look, thinking it could be an infected somehow, but it was Maria. She looked at us with a slightly angry face, knowing we shouldn't be sneaking out. In normal circumstances I'd be terrified by the thought of getting scolded by Maria but, right now, something else had caught my attention. 

The blonde woman had a girl next to her, she seemed to  be close to my age. As Maria said something about how we shouldn't be going out of town and how we were old enough to be responsible my eyes traced the girl's figure. Her freckled face, her green eyes, the bandages on her right arm. I couldn't tell if  I was overthinking things or if the spots between her shoulder and her wound really formed the Orion constellation.

Completely oblivious to the scolding, I interrupted her. "Who are you?", I said to the girl, trying to sound more threatening than curious. 

"I am Ellie. Williams", she looks at me, suspicious.

"Hey, quick!'' Jesse quickly interrupts us. "Do you think Stevie is a good name for this  dog?"

I glared at him, this wasn't the time or moment to ask such question to a stranger. And also she had nothing to do with our dog after all!

"What? Like Stevie Nicks?", she replied, clearly puzzled. I quickly soften my gaze and unintentionally smiled. Maybe she's fine.

[mtheonott]

 Winter emptiness.

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⌗ angst, comf, winter, au

word count: 812

note: :р

Fatigue. Regret about life. Unpleasant feeling of your own body. The unbearable burden of existence. Or the void. You didn't know what you were feeling at the moment.

There were no more tears streaming from eyes, and time didn't feel like it was moving at all. The cold wind helped not to completely lose yourself in this moment. 

A hand rested on the railing next to you, but you didn't even turn around because you knew who he was. Theo. This is the first time a guy who is always frowning and distant has ever looked at you with anything other than annoyance. 

You never got along with him: the eternal barbs, jokes, quarrels and meaningless conversations about who is better. But at that moment, it was as if you both felt that this place wasn't meant for childishness.

Nott took off his scarf and casually wrapped it around your neck to protect you from the winter weather. His gaze drifted to your cheeks, which were covered with fresh tears.

— What happened? — Theo asked indifferently as he scanned the night sky. 

The Christmas party was in full swing, but fate decided to block out too personal a moment from prying eyes, making you cry on the balcony. The December frost stung you face pleasantly, but it didn't matter. You were still staring blankly ahead, not even looking at the houses. Mouth opened involuntarily, as if to answer for its mistress. 

— Nott, what did your parents give you for Christmas?

The boy frowned, replaying the memories in his head. 

— Video games on the console. And what? — He answered without taking his eyes off your face.

— My parents didn't give me anything. Absolutely, — you shrugged, — For the first time in my entire life.

Theo chuckled. His amusement didn't even surprise you, because this is his typical behavior - making fun of other people's problems. 

— That's so touching, — he laughed a little more until he realized you were serious and rolled his eyes, — Oh, please don't tell me you were crying because Mom and Dad didn't give you anything.

You didn't react to his laughter in any way. Not up to it now. Sighing again, you decided to open your heart for the first time, hoping to get something in return.

— After Mom died, Dad started working twice as hard to provide for me and my younger sisters. Every day to see his torment was already unbearable. I couldn't even bring myself to remind him of a gift for me. Before, only my mom used to buy me presents, but now she's gone, — you finally looked down at your hands, — When I was little, I used to dream about my eighteenth birthday: lots of friends, a vacation with my parents, and the coolest gift from them. However, all I have now is a couple of friends. It's a shame, isn't it?

Nott stopped smiling as he looked at your face, completely drained and lifeless. He sighed languidly and released steam from his mouth, or rather condensed moisture, as the brunette mentioned earlier during another argument. 

— I'm sorry, but you can't feel sorry for yourself. The world is cruel, and believe me, I know it. But if you don't grow up and realize that the past won't come back, you'll spend the rest of your life in misery.

Theo looked like he was speaking from his own experience, which he clearly had. Your lashes fluttered slightly and you looked up at him. The woman's dry lips were slightly parted in small surprise. 

— You know you're a jerk, right?

— I know, I know perfectly well, but someone had to tell you the hard truth, — he shrugged, — You can live your whole life in misery and sadness, blaming the rest of the world. Or exist as a normal adult and find some semblance of happiness. Choose for yourself.

The guy took one last look at the night city and left the balcony, leaving you alone with his words. You watched him go. The words echoed in your mind, and heart began to pound again. When he left, you sighed and licked your dry lips. Standing up and wiping the tears from your cheeks, you promised yourself to look at the world with your head held high. He's right. You have to live happily without paying attention to the little things. This is just a stage that can be bypassed in no time, if you force yourself to stop. 

Soon, you came down to the party, smiling and laughing. Hips began to move again to the New Year's music, and mind cleared of problems. At this time, Theo was looking at you from the side, grinning and making a note for the future - take a second scarf with him. 

[milkywaydrabbles]

absolutely no stress on doing this quickly or even at all. i really enjoyed the mikey and taller!reader fic! very refreshing to avoid submissive readers for tr works, and your writing is lovely!

could i maybe request the same premise but for baji, draken or shinichiro? totally your choice

A/N: I'm not....sure what happened here. But I think I blacked out writing about Shinichiro, mad got me down BAD. This was loads of fun, I love the TR boys. I chose Draken and Shin to write about I hope it's okay and I hope you like it! MWUAH

Draken:

Draken first met you in middle school. You had ran into him, not paying attention at all to your surroundings since most people usually just walk around anyways due to your height. When he felt a body push at him Draken turned around ready to curse whoever it was--only to stop in his tracks when he realized whoever ran into him was taller than him and a girl.

You scowled, crossing your arms ready to fight right back. “What?” You spat, like you’re not the one that ran into him. 

Ken couldn’t help but laugh, he’s never met a girl as saucy as you (outside of the escorts at the brothel), let alone as tall as you. 

Safe to say that once you heard him out, a friendship grew rather quickly.

You were never part of Toman, or any other gang, but you honestly could have fooled any other gang member you ran into. You were attached at the hip with Draken, both of you pushing and shoving at each other, putting each other into headlocks, leaving things out of each other’s reach. Really, it was a bit of a nightmare to the rest of the members since the second one of them said anything about you two just being together already you’d jump at their throats before Draken even had the chance to.

Turns out, they were all right in the end! Years later, after you both had grown up and Draken had his own shop (that he prided himself in!) he shyly asked you out. You thought it was a joke at first, pushing him away with a ‘please be so serious’ but when he didn’t laugh you realized you fucked up. ‘Oh, you’re serious’. 

You obviously said yes, never seeing anyone in your life as close as Ken, but that doesn’t mean much changed between you two. You were still taller than him, so of course you’d do anything to bother him (bullying was your love language, really)

You’d pat his head and say things like “how’s the weather down there?” or “hey shrimp!” or even things like “I wish I were short like you, so much easier.” 

He wouldn’t take that quietly, but it usually just ended in both of you on the floor cackling like idiots. 

Sometimes, you’d be around the shop just with Inupi for a few moments, and you two obviously were not a thing so any jackass that came in to drop off their bike during those times would try to hit on you. 

It never ended well for them. 

Usually Inupi would have to hurry to where Draken was behind the scenes and beg him to ‘come get the guard dog’ only to find the customer in an arm bar with you kneeling over him.

(He made you apologize to the guy even though he hit on you. Can you believe that?)

It always caught Inupi and friends off guard when they actually caught you both being sweet to each other with kisses--it reminded them that you two were actually a couple.

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Though Draken really didn’t show it much, he was absolutely whipped for you. Whatever you asked of him, he’d do, and that didn’t stop in the bedroom. 

You asked him once to rid him for as long as you wanted--of course he obliged. But what he didn’t realize was how much you would tease him along the way.

His hands would be gripping your waist to ground himself, fingertip shaped bruises blooming underneath as you bounced on his lap, a hand grasping at his jaw and forcing it open with your thumb. You’d grind down on his cock, spitting into his mouth with a smirk. “You like the way my pussy feels, Ken?”

He’d nod furiously, murmuring curses to himself over and over as he felt himself get closer to his peak. 

You could always tell when he got close though, and lifted off him, leaving him a mess underneath you. “‘M not done, Ken.” You’d complain, rubbing his cock between your pussy lips, bumping the tip to your clit with each drag. “You said as long as I wanted, remember?” 

It was hard to forget when all he could feel was you sinking back down on his hard cock, tightening around him and slowly grinding on him. 

You’d choke him, lightly, enough pressure to have his eyes rolling to the back of his eyes as he fucked up into you. “F-fuck, baby please--your pussy is so fucking tight.” 

These were the times he’d be the most vocal, with you on top of him dragging out his orgasm with each passing minute.

After you made yourself cum on his cock, you’d give him some reprieve: “Go head and cum for me baby--whatever you need to do.” That usually made him snap, holding onto your hips for dear life and fucking you at a relentless pace until he crumbled and shot his load deep into your pussy

Shinichiro:

Shinichiro saw you walking outside of his shop one day and he swore he saw stars. That guy fell for you fast and hard from the moment he saw you. Long legs that went on for day, gorgeous smile, what’s not to like?

He couldn’t let you just go on by without saying anything, so he ran out and called out to you. Suddenly feeling very awkward and shy when you walked back up to him, a good three inches taller than him. You didn’t seem like the demure type either, with a manicured brow raised up and a smirk playing on your lips. He sputtered out compliments, with a bow and a ‘please go out with me’ like he was in high school.

He had god awful luck with women, but all the gods must have taken pity on him when you laughed and agreed to let him take you out on a date. He almost didn’t believe it when you said yes!

Everything after that was a dream come true.

Shinichiro was whipped in every way for you. He’d hold doors open for you, pull chairs out for you, bring you flowers. He was the perfect gentleman! But it was hard not to be when you would so sweetly hold his saw and kiss him, followed by  ‘you’re such a good boy, Shin’. 

His pupils practically turned into hearts

When the two of you lounged together in your apartment, he’d always nuzzle into your chest, your hand running through his hair muttering praises of how sweet he always is to you, how you were so grateful to have him, how much of a good boy he was. 

You could see him preening at all your woods, pressing himself deeper into your chest and hugging at your midriff. 

The Black Dragons respected the hell out of you. Not only because you were their leader’s girl (duh) but because you held your own. You didn’t want to join a gang, but you commanded around them like you were part of them anyways. Whenever you came to a meeting they stood up a bit straighter, as you eyed them down like a hawk making your way to the front where Shinichiro stood. 

He remembers when one of the newbies made a snarky comment about you, and he was ready to shut up him but you beat him to the punch anyways.

You stood tall, looking down with your nose turned up and the look was so icy it sent shivers down everyone’s spines. “Little boys should keep their mouths shut.” 

No one heard a peep again

He fell in love a little more that day.

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(Un)surprisingly, Shinichiro was very submissive to you in the bedroom. Of course he had his time and place to be rough with you, have you begging on your hands and knees, but you really ran the show.

Shin would be under you, cock leaking and swollen begging for release with you on top of him, grinding your pussy on his mouth, nose rubbing against your clit. You’d use him for your pleasure, bouncing on his tongue as he tried his best to please you. Shinichiro wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, and satisfied, so if that meant he had to give up air to see you writhing in pleasure so be it!

You’d play with your tits, smacking his hands away every time they’d inch closer: “Stay still, baby boy. No touching, remember?” He’d whine, but give in anyways, slobbering on your cunt and suckling your clit. 

You’d hump his face, looking back to see him cumming completely untouched. When you turned back to look at him, Shinichiro looked like he was fucked out of his mind. He was so pussywhipped he didn’t care that he came without any stimulation. Your pretty pussy being on his mouth was enough.

“Such a good boy for me, Shin--feels so good.” You’d praise. “Keeping me so happy, fucking me so good.” You’d moan when he gave a particularly hard suck to your clit, now humping up into the air with your praises. “Make me cum, baby, and I’ll let you fuck me. Okay?” 

Shin worked over time to make sure you came quickly in his mouth so he can finally shove his cock deep into that pussy he dreams about.

[matty-bear]

hiii! i have a fluffy one shot idea, nick x male!reader go on a carnival date 🎡

Carnival Date [N.S] 

type: fic! [REQUESTED!] 

pairing: nick sturniolo x male!reader

warnings: sfw, VERY fluffy, a single suggestive joke (if you catch/understand it)

summary: nick takes you out to another one of his surprise dates. little did either of you two know that you would be hauling a large plush to the car afterwards. 

notes: I enjoyed writing this so much 😞 send in more requests! I love writing them 💙 also I might take some parts of this story and put them into a headcanons list soon :3 happy reading! 

WC: 3473

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“You’re peeking!” Nick exclaims as he quickly clamps a hand over your eyes at the sight of you taking a quick glance out the car window. 

“No, I’m not! I’m looking down!” You lie with a giggle, a stupid and large smile evident on your lips.

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re gonna ruin the surprise!” 

You and Nick have been together for nearly a year now. You guys haven’t gone public yet but fans of the triplets knew that Nick was together with someone due to a few soft launch photos that your boyfriend would post on his story. You weren’t on social media much, which helped your case lots because it prevented fans from finding out who you were. You both agreed that the two of you would go public soon but wanted to soak in being private for as long as possible.

You could have never asked for a better boyfriend. Nick treats you so well and would literally do anything and everything for you. If you’re feeling under the weather, he’s at your house and by your side 24/7 and will nurse you back to your regular, happy self. You miss him and wanna come over? He’s dropping everything he’s doing and demanding Matt to drive to your place and pick you up. You’re rambling about a certain item you’ve been eyeballing? Nick’s already ordered it and has it on the way. The boy doesn’t hesitate to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. Despite him not being a large fan of PDA, he wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand and pull you against him to bring you into a back hug in public.

He would even give you subtle and quick pecks if he’s feeling extra affectionate. But behind closed doors, he’s all over you. He loves laying across your lap when you’re sitting down and hiding his face in your thighs. He immediately melts when you play with his hair, it makes him feel so warm inside and is one of his biggest weaknesses when it comes to affection from you. Don't tell anyone but he loves being the little spoon. He does have his big spoon moments but he loves you holding him. 

He’s practically wrapped around your pinkie finger and Matt and Chris tend to tease him quite a bit for it. 

To show how much he loves you, Nick takes much pride in taking you on surprise dates every other week. Whether it be to your favorite restaurant or to the lake to have a small picnic and go stargazing. 

Today was one of those “surprise dates” and Nick was very stern on getting you to look away from the windows in the car to ensure the surprise wouldn’t get spoiled.

“Babe, I’m not gonna peek, I swear.” You say, a chuckle escaping you as you look down at your lap. 

“I don’t believe you.” Nick states, his eyes narrowing as he adjusts his hand covering your eyes. “Matt, how much longer until we get there?” 

“Uuh about five more minutes. Do you want me to drop y’all off at the entrance or somewhere else?” Matt asks, his gaze momentarily shifting to the rear view mirror to look at Nick. 

“Main entrance please.” Matt nods his head slightly and focuses his attention back on the road ahead of him. 

“Nicky?” You call, your head turning around to hopefully look at your boyfriend. 

“Yes, love?” Nick replies. 

“I want a kiss.” A large smile creeps onto your lips as Nick shakes his head and removes his hand from your eyes. You blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the light and lean in for a quick peck. When you go to pull away, Nick sets his hand on your nape and pulls you back in. 

You smile into the kiss and rest your hand on your boyfriend’s cheek, the pad of your pointer finger gently caressing his cheek as you tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. The moment Nick’s tongue slides into your mouth, you both break apart at the sound of Matt scolding you both. 

“Bro, not in my car. I had to clean up y’all’s last session and I don’t wanna do that again. Small kisses are fine but make outs are officially banned in this car.” Matt scolds, his head shaking in disappointment as he turns the wheel with a single hand. 

You and Nick’s faces flush at the male’s statement. “You didn’t have to clean up the mess, you know. I was gonna do it. I literally just went inside to clean us up first.” Nick defends, a hand raising to rub his nape. 

“Well you took too long and I needed to pick up food. Anyways, no extra shit in my car! I’m literally right here. You can suck face at home or something. I do not wanna hear that.” 

“Matt cut Nick some slack, he can’t help himself. He’s got a very-“ You get cut off by Nick clamping his hand over your mouth. 

“That’s enough, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, I don't wanna hear you finish that sentence.” Matt shudders before he slows the car down and pulls the gear shift down to park. “Anyways, we’re here. Nick, text me when yall are done please.” 

“Will do. Thanks, Matt!” Matt hums softly as Nick clamps a hand over your eyes again. 

“Baby!” You exclaim, a laugh escaping you as your vision goes black again. 

“No peeking! I’ll help you out of the car but you need to promise me that you’ll keep your eyes covered.” Nick says, his voice stern as you huff softly. 

“Fine.” The moment Nick removed his hand, you clamp a palm over your eyes and look down. You hear shuffling next to you, followed by the door opening and shutting moments later. You hear Matt chuckle softly before your door opens, the air seeping inside the car and nipping at your skin. 

“Okay, follow my lead.” Nick says and he sets his hands on your hips. You gently nod your head and keep your hand over your eyes as Nick begins to lead you out of the car. The moment you step foot on the pavement, you hear the door shutting behind you. “Okay, open your eyes!” 

You oblige and find yourself getting blinded by the sun the moment you remove your hand from your face. You blink a few times to get your vision to adjust to the light before your eyes land on Nick who’s smiling widely and is standing in front of a large sign with the words CARNIVAL ENTRANCE on it. 

Your eyes immediately light up the moment your eyes skim over the sign. You take a few steps towards Nick and envelope him in a hug, your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and your head buried in his clothes chest. 

“I fucking love you.” You whisper, gaining a small laugh from your boyfriend. 

“I love you more.” Nick replies, bending down to land a soft peck on the crown of your head. “Now come on, we have food to eat and rides to go on!” 

Nick breaks apart from the hug and intertwines his fingers with yours as he takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the carnival. Anticipatory giggles spew out of you as you run close behind your boyfriend and allow him to pull you towards the ticket booth. 

“What do you wanna do first?” Nick asks as he pulls out his wallet and hands a few 20 dollar bills to the clerk. 

“Rides first!” You beam, a large child-like smile on your lips as you swing you and Nick’s arms back and forth. 

“Alright.” Nick giggles softly and thanks the clerk after she hands him a large bundle of tickets. “Lead the way, Love.” Your boyfriend gives you a small smile before allowing you to pull him towards the rides. You looked like a small child seeing an ice cream truck for the first time as you whipped your head around to view the countless number of rides and Nick couldn’t help the smile growing on his face as he watched you intently. 

“This one!” You exclaim, coming to a quick halt as you point ahead of you. Nick shifts his gaze from you to the ride the two of you stopped at, a small chuckle escaping his looks when his eyes land on a teacup ride. “Ima knock your ass out.” Nick’s jaw drops at your statement and you give him an innocent smile before dragging him towards the entrance of the ride. 

“Five tickets.” The clerk states, her obnoxious chewing ringing on your ears. Nick hands the woman the tickets and slightly stumbles when you pull him towards a purple teacup the moment she opens the gate. 

“Woah, slow down!” Nick exclaims as he sets his hands on your shoulders in hopes of steadying himself. 

“You’re too slow, come on!” You exclaim as you climb inside the teacup and seat yourself down on one of the seats. Nick sits across from you and you shoot him a large smile, your eyes shutting due to how hard you're smiling, before you look down and buckle yourself in. 

The red-head follows suit and reaches across the wheel between the two of you to grab your hand. You quickly whip your head up the moment you feel the male grab your hand and your face flushes slightly when he brings your hand to his lips, setting a small kiss on your knuckles. 

“Please make sure you are buckled in tight folks, the ride will begin shortly.” The clerk’s voice booms through the speakers. 

“You better hold on.” You say as your free hand grabs the wheel. 

“For the love of God, not too fast. I will start dry heaving the moment the ride stops.” Nick mumbles as he leans forward and rests his forehead against the metal wheel. 

“Can’t promise you anything, baby.” You extend your free arm a little to stuff your hands on Nick’s hair. The male hums contently and leans into your hand slightly as you start to massage his scalp. A loud ring causes Nick to get up abruptly, the hand that was in his hair slapping against the wheel. Your boyfriend immediately makes eye contact with you and a frightened expression can be seen spreading across his face as you grip the steering wheel with both hands, a large and mischievous smile clear on your lips. 

“Wait-“ You cut Nick off by hurriedly turning the wheel with all your might. Your boyfriend lets out a surprised screech and grips onto the sides of the teacup, a large smile spreading across his lips as he looks down. The wind seems to slap him in the face as the two of you spin around, the sound of your soft laughter ringing in his ears as you continue to spin the wheel with no signs of stopping. “SLOW DOWN!!” 

“Hang on!” A loud cackle escapes you when you see Nick bring his knees to his chest and clutch onto the sides of the teacup tighter. 

“Y/N I swear to god ima start dry heaving.” 

“Hold it in and don’t throw up on me!” 

~~~~~~

“You sure you don’t want the last bite?” You ask as you hold a piece of powder-covered funnel cake up to Nick’s lips. 

“I’m sure, you can have it. I’m still really full.” Nick reassures, a small chuckle escaping him as he gently grabs your wrist and brings it down. You gently nod your head and stuff the last piece of funnel cake into your mouth, a content hum escaping your closed lips as you savor the flavor. 

It’s been about a few hours since you and Nick have arrived at the carnival. The two of you went on practically all the rides and aimed to try all the food available. However, you both quickly got full with a few corn dogs, churros, and funnel cake. Now, the two of you are aimlessly walking around the carnival grounds. 

“How many tickets do we have left?” You ask Nick as you toss your empty food holder in a nearby trash bin. 

“Umm…” Nick starts as he quickly takes out a small wad of tickets from his pocket. His pointer finger slides over them as he counts them in his head before he turns back to face you. “About 30.” 

“What’s left? We practically did everything.” You force your lips into a straight line as you swing you and Nick’s intertwined hands. You hear your boyfriend hum in thought faintly for a moment, his eyes scanning down the isles y’all pass by. His eyes widen slightly when his gaze lands on a stand and he immediately drags you towards it without a warning. 

“Nick!” You exclaim, stumbling over your own feet as you try to regain your footing. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see! I can’t believe we forgot about this!” Nick exclaims, taking a quick glance behind him and sending you a small smile before he turns forwards. You tighten your grip on Nick’s hand for a while longer until he finally stops in front of a brightly lit stand. You momentarily get blinded the moment you look up, blue, red, and yellow lights flashing down on your frame and highlighting your features. 

You quickly hover a hand above your eyes to avoid them from blinding you any further and look ahead of you, your jaw dropping when your gaze lands on a large bear plush hanging on a hook in front of you. The plush was the size of you, possibly even taller, and was accompanied by a few smaller plushies that were strapped to a metal wall. 

“You two want to play Balloon Blast? Two more people and the giant bear will be up for grabs.” The clerk says as he emerges behind a line of water balloons resting against a large wall in front of you. You quickly whip your head around to face Nick, a small pout on your lips as you tug on his hand. 

“Can we, please?” You practically beg as you grab Nick’s shoulder with your free hand to shake his tall frame back and forth. 

“Of course we can. That’s why I dragged you here in the first place.” Nick giggles as he sets his free hand on yours. You beam up at your boyfriend and let go of his shoulder to allow him to hand a handful of tickets to the clerk. 

“Thank you sir, you two take a seat right here.” The male pats two balloon machines with a smile. You and Nick quickly sit down and grab onto the small water guns in front of you. You take a quick glance over at Nick and smile when you see him shutting an eye and aiming his gun towards the target underneath his balloon. “Alright folks, welcome to Balloon Blast! The objective of this game is quite simple. All you have to do is fill up your balloon with water until it pops! Make sure you aim your gun towards the small target to make sure you’re filling the balloon. Are there any questions?” 

The clerk whips his head around a few times to take a quick glance at everyone. “Alrighty then, when you hear a ring, water should come out of your gun! Best luck to you all and have fun!” 

Seconds after the clerk finishes his run down of the game, a loud ring pierces your ears, followed by the sound of rushing water escaping the gun in your hands. You quickly adjust your ‘weapon’ to make the water hit the target and shut a single eye to fix your aim. The tip of your tongue pokes out from your lips in focus as you eye your balloon, anticipation, nervousness, and excitement flooding through your veins all at once. You flinch slightly at the sound of a balloon popping and you quickly plug your ears with your pointer fingers as all the guns drain from any and all water. 

“And we have a winner!” The clerk exclaims, switching a switch next to him to make the alarm go off. “Let me get your prize, sir.” As he descends from the platform, you look over at Nick who’s already looking at you and smiling widely. Your gaze shifts from his adorable face to the popped balloon in front of his gun.

“YOU GOT IT?!” You exclaim, your jaw dropping in shock as your boyfriend nods his head. 

“Here you go, sir! You two have a wonderful rest of your night.” The clerk says as he hands Nick the large teddy bear. Your boyfriend thanks the male before getting up from his seat and walking up to you. 

“For you.” Nick states as he hands you the bear. Your jaw drops further as your arms wrap around the large plush. You get up from your seat and have to turn your body to look at Nick due to the bear blocking your vision. You scoot closer to him and lean in to land a quick peck on his lips, a large smile spreading across your lips when you pull back. 

“You're the best boyfriend ever.” You gush as you land another quick peck on the tip of Nick’s nose. 

“It took me winning you a giant ass bear to realize that?” Nick asks as he gives you a teasing smile and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You’ve been an amazing boyfriend way before you got me this. This just added the cherry on top.” Nick smiles widely and leans in to capture your lips again, his teeth nipping your bottom lip before he pulls back with a cheesy grin. “Now, how the hell are we gonna get this in the car?” 

“Oh.. I didn’t think of that.” 

~~~~~ 

“Are you serious? That is not gonna fit in here.” Matt seems to stare daggers at you and Nick as you grab the bear’s arm and make it wave at him. 

“Yes it will!” Nick exclaims as he opens the side door. 

“You can’t have it block the back window. It’s a safety hazard and I could get a ticket for it if a cop catches us.” 

“I got it, I got it!” Nick gently takes the large bear out of your arms and gestures to you to get in the car, which you do with no questions asked. When you sit yourself down and glance over at the front seat, you bite back a laugh at the sight of your boyfriend struggling to open the passenger door. After hauling the door open, he gently sets the bear on the seat and buckles it in before shutting the door and climbing in the backseat with you. “See? I got it.” 

You laugh silently when Matt slowly looks over at the bear in the passenger seat, his jaw slightly dropping as a disturbed expression spreads across his face. 

“I’m guessing y'all had a good date.” Matt mumbles after he clears his throat and looks down at the gear shift. 

“It was amazing.” You reply as you look over at Nick and send him a large smile. Your boyfriend sends you a smile in return and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him. You don’t hesitate to get yourself comfortable against the male as you bury your face in his neck and drape your legs over his thighs. As you wrap your arms around Nick’s neck, your boyfriend gently lifts you off him to buckle himself in. After doing so, you return back to your original position with a soft sigh. 

As you feel the car move underneath you, you begin to leave a trail of kisses along the side of Nick’s neck. He sucks in his breath with your lips linger on a certain spot a few inches above his collar bone, his fingers digging into your hips as a small warning. You smile against the male’s skin before resting your cheek against his shoulder, your lips inches away from Nick’s skin. 

“Thank you for taking me here, baby.” You mumble, your voice coming out soft as you force your eyes to stay open, a wave of tiredness overtaking your body as you take in your boyfriend’s comforting scent. 

“Of course, Love. Anything for you.” Nick replies before he lands a quick kiss on your head. He rests the side of your face against your head as his fingers creep underneath the back of your shirt and begin to trace random shapes on your bare skin. You instantly relax under his soft and gentle touch, your eyes finally drift shut as you fall into a peaceful slumber with Nick holding you against him.

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (46)

Hilarius: Guys, we have a problem.

Felix: Hilari, please don’t tell me that you’ve invited your creepy old man to one of our ✨TGIF✨ parties again-

Hilarius: That was just one time, Class Pres!😫

Sejanus: Your father literally tried to kidnap my Coryo, my Snow Angel right in front of me, Heavensbee!

Coryo: He also tried to blackmail our poor drunk Felix to go “stargazing” with him.

Festus: And don’t forget Clemmie.

Clemensia: Don’t remind me!😩

Felix: Seriously, Hilari, don’t force me to give your old man another restraining order-

Hilarius: Just listen to me for a sec!😭

Felix: Fine. Fire away, Heavensbee.

Urban: But it better not be about your stupid father!

Hilarius: I swear it ain’t about him! It’s about Juno!

Apollo: What about Juno?

Hilarius: She forgot to take out our school pants from the laundry room!

Festus: So?

Hilarius: They’re still wet from when we “accidentally” flooded that insane monster’s- I mean, Dr. Gaul’s lab with yellow glitter earlier.

Coryo: All of them?

Hilarius: All of them.

Livia: I am so gonna sue Juno and her family for this!

Arachne: Liv, she’s royalty. No one can touch her family-

Livia: Except my mama!

Diana: Where’s Juno anyway?

Hilarius: She’s at the clinic.

Felix: Why? She fainted?

Festus: Was it because of the rabid raccoon I brought earlier to distract Dr. Gaul?

Hilarius: No. She accidentally ate one of Palmyra’s expired egg rolls.

Florus: Not the egg rolls!😱

Felix: Is she still alive?!

Hilarius: Barely.

Palmyra: Don’t look at me~. It’s not my fault that Princess Phipps is not immune to poison-

Livia: But what about our pants?!

Coryo: And our dignity?!

Festus: What dignity?

Coryo: Don’t you remember?! We have another important interview with Lucky Flickerman and his stupid talking bird in two hours!

Felix: On LIVE TV?!

Livia: Duh~.

Lysistrata: Why are we doing another interview with Weather Boy anyway?

Dennis: Our school wants more sponsors, Lizzie~.😏

Apollo: Yup. More sponsors, more money~.🤑

Lysistrata: Then I’m not going!

Gaius: Yo, guys, calm down. We still have our pretty red skirts.

Everyone: . . .

Domitia: Breen, you’re joking right?

Gaius: Nope. And besides, my Tribute needs those sponsors.

Felix: Sh*t. You’re right. I forgot about that.

Androcles: To be fair, we all need sponsors after our last disastrous interview.

Gaius: And honestly, we can still save ourselves from humiliation if you guys just follow my plan.

Coryo: No pants, just skirt- Gaius, you’re a genius!

Sejanus: How is Breen a genius, my love?🥺

Coryo: Babe, don’t you get it?

Sejanus: Get what?

Coryo: We can attract more sponsors with just wearing our iconic red skirt!

Sejanus: Really?!

Lysistrata: Coryo’s right. No pants, just skirts, more sponsors, if you know what I mean~.😏

Dennis: Lizzie, don’t lie. You just want to see Coryo, Felix, and Hilarius in mini skirts-

Lysistrata: And there is nothing wrong with that!

Florus: Well, don’t mind me, I’m just gonna go home-

Pup: Florus, get the razor! We’re all gonna shave our legs today!

Florus: Why?!

Festus: Bestie, if we’re going to go out there and wear our school uniform without pants, and in front of Panem, then we better look sexy in our frilly red skirt-

Dennis: Like those ladies from Breen’s banned magazines?

Sejanus: The same magazines that almost got Highbottom fired from his job?

Festus: Yeah!😎

Felix: *sighs* Well, our reputation is trash anyway. So let’s do it!

Gaius: For the sponsors!

Festus: And the marmalade!

Livia: Fine! But if Hilari’s stupid old man ever comes near us-

Hilarius: Don’t worry, Cardew. We’ll call the Peacekeepers on you- I mean, on him-

Coryo: Hilari, does your old man have a skirt fetish by any chance?

Hilarius: Maybe?

Felix: He does, doesn’t he.😒

Livia: Like father, like son.

Hilarius: I don’t have a skirt fetish!

Sejanus: Then explain why you stole Urban’s extra skirt from his locker yesterday.

Urban: That was you, Hilari?!😡🔪

Hilarius: Why are you guys bullying me!? I’m baby!😭

*Hours later, at the Lucky Flickerman Show*

Lucky: Welcome back, everyone! This is your host, Lucky Flickerman, your favorite Weather Man-

Casca: Booooo! Start the show, Weather Boy!

Lucky: Fine.😞 Let’s welcome back our favorite Mentors-

Domitia: Hi, Lucky!

Lucky: Hi- What happened to your pants?! Why are you guys just wearing your skirt uniform?!😱

Casca: And on LIVE TV?! Crassus Xanthos Snow, how dare you wear your pretty red skirt in front of me-

Coryo: To get more sponsors.🙄

Lucky: Who told you to-

Festus: Dean Highbottom made us do it.😉

Casca: WTH, Creed!😡 I did not-

Felix: My granduncle, the ✨President of Panem✨ gave us permission.😌💅

Casca: That’s a lie!

Urban: So what do you think, Lucky? Do we look good or what?😊🔪

Lucky: Um- I- Well, for legal reasons, we’re ending the show early-

Mr.Heavensbee: Don’t end the show yet! I’m a sponsor! I paid for this!

Hilarius: Why the heck are you here, old man?!

Mr.Heavensbee: I need more cute and sexy photos of-

Lucky: Yup. We are ending the show right now! Bye, everyone!

Casca: I’m calling the Peacekeepers on you, Heavensbee!

Mr.Heavensbee: You can’t arrest me! I’m a senior!

*Meanwhile, at the Zoo*

Jessup: You know what, I’m just glad Coryo and his rich boyfriend provided us a screen to watch their live interviews.

Lucy Gray: Oh, my dear Jessup, you just don’t understand~.

Jessup: Understand what?

Lucy Gray: That their interviews with the funny bird man are always ✨comedy gold✨.

Tanner: Brilliant even.

Coral: I can’t believe my idiot Mender-

Facet: Mentor.

Coral: My idiot Mender looks good wearing that stupid ass skirt!😫

Lucy Gray: Mine too!☺️

Treech: Mine’s the best!

Sheaf: No, mine!

Dill: You’re all wrong! Felix has the sexiest legs!

Mizzen: Dill, shut up! You’re too young for this!

Dill: You’re just jealous that my Mentor’s prettier than yours!

Mizzen: That’s just Ravinstill Propaganda, Dill!

Reaper: Why can’t they just be normal?!😩

Brandy: Says the one who’s shouting at the sky all day.🙄

Lucy Gray: But we all know that my Mentor is the prettiest!

Marcus: F*ck this. I’m going to bed.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

Lemonade — Vada Cavell

When I was seven years old, my friend , Vada and I started a lemonade stand.  Ever since then, she and I have been inseparable.

It was a hot summer week, and quite frankly, we had nothing to do. Her mom had just gotten back from the store and asked us to unpack the groceries. Neither of us wanted to, but like I said earlier, we had nothing else to do.

"Oh my goddd the weather is killing me!" I complained, putting the milk carton in the fridge. She nodded in agreement.

"Look!" she squealed, "lemons!" She takes out a huge bag of lemons.

"That's a lot of lemons, V," I laughed.

"Buy tuh-woo, get three free," she desperately tried to read the label.

"You mean buy two get three free?" I tried to raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "we should make lemonade!"

I got out her mom's fancy pitcher and a knife, and miraculously didn't get cut while slicing the lemons. Less miraculously, the juicing of the lemons on multiple occasions stung our eyes.

"Okay, we gotta add lots of sugar," Vada told me, tasting the pure lemon juice. Her face puckered up in a way that even then I knew was not good.

"I love sugar!" I smiled, pouring an unhealthy portion of sugar in.

By the end of the afternoon, we made one dollar an seventeen cents with our one sale to the boy, Nick, down the street. 

"We should go buy candy!" Vada's eyes lit up.

"Ooh! M&M's! And jolly ranchers! And gummies!"

That was also the day we learned that there's not much you can but for $1.17.

It was a devastating day.

Twelve years later...

"Hi Vada," I exclaim, running up to the shorter brunette, giving her an obligatory head pat before enveloping her in a hug.

"Hi!" she smiles widely. I love her smile so much.

"What do you wanna do today?" I ask.

"What's there to do?" she replies. We end up lying down on her trampoline for at least an hour, scrolling through TikTok's together.

"What is it with the Lana Del Rey, will you serve me Lemonade trend?" Vada says, confused.

"No idea," I confess, "but it's fun to see celebrity glow ups showcased by it."

"No, totally," she laughs, "You've totally gotten a glow up."

"No, you're literally hotter than the sun, shut up Vada!" Vada's definitely the prettiest girl I know. Everything about her is so flawlessly beautiful. She could literally wear the silliest most random outfit she found at the bottom of her closet and pull it off perfectly.

"You shut up!" 

We sit in silence for a moment, then an idea pops into my head.

"Let's make lemonade!" I decide. Vada shoots up excitedly, "yes please! Anything other than TikTok's!"

"I agree."

We set off to work, making (much better) lemonade than we made last time.

"Okay, first of all, your mom has a lemon juicing thingy now, which feels over the top fancy, but we should probably use it," I tell her.

"It's literally a thingy you put lemons on and twists them, that's not fancy!"

"Whatever, let's use it!"

We slice up the lemons and begin to juice them.

"Damn, if this is what giving handjobs to guys is like, I do not want to date guys. Honestly, not really into that even before this. Like honestly, they're not doing it for me," she rambles. Her rambles are the cutest thing. If you don't interrupt her, she can go one for hours about conspiracy theories, shows, books, songs. It's one of the many things I love about her.

"Vada, you're literally gay, you don't have to worry about handjobs."

"No you're literally gay!" she points a finger at me. I pretend to take offense, slapping a hand over my heart. Joking around with her is the highlight of any day.

"We're both gay, now work on the water to sugar to lemon ratio," I decide.

"Why are you turning lemonade into mathhhhh," she complains.

"Just work on it!" I exclaim.

"Anything for you, my dear," she winks at me.

We finally finish the lemonade after fifteen minutes of bickering. I'm excited to try it, honestly. I haven't had good lemonade in years.

"Will you give me some?" she asks, noticing I've poured myself a glass.

"Pay Up!" I laugh.

"Is $1.17 enough?" she asks innocently.

"Why, you got that much?"

"The exact same coins," she confesses. I blush at the fact that she's kept coins from twelve years ago that we earned selling lemonade this whole time. I've never seen her as the sentimental type

"Damn, I must have meant a lot to you," I tease her.

"Not as much as you mean to me now," she takes a step closer to me, booping my nose.

"Oh yeah," I say, "and how much is that?"

She smirks, taking the lemonade out of my hand and setting it down on the counter.

"Enough to do this," she cups my cheeks and stands on the tips of her toes to brush her soft lips against mine. I hate to sound like a stereotype, but I swear I can feel fireworks go off in my stomach. My arms wrap themselves around her waist before finding their way to her hips and gently pulling her closer. She tastes like lemons and sugar(unsurprisingly considering we're making lemonade). Such a perfect taste for such a hot day. I could get used to this. It's hard not to crave more and more.

It's funny that just a few nights ago we were making fun of couples on TV who were like this, and yet now we're completely totally a cliche.

"Sorry if I read that wrong," Vada apologizes after pulling away.

"You're not reading it wrong, don't worry," I reassure her, kissing her lips again.

[mindyco]

ARC 1: 07 ⚠︎

📢❗🚨 CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains some gore and gross talk!

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She stepped back, wiping her hands on her apron, and tilted her head as she observed the contrast. The dark, grimy alleyway and the weathered dumpster stood in stark contrast to the bright pink goodie bag. The sight made her laugh softly.

"There was no way in hell he would miss it."

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The week had passed with an almost surreal sense of normalcy for her. After placing the goodie bag on the dumpster, she'd rushed to the alley the next morning, heart racing with anticipation as though it were Christmas morning.

When she saw the pink package gone, she danced around like a middle school play—he'd taken it!

(AU: someone else could've taken it bbygurl "( – ⌓ – )=3).

Business, however, remained slow.

She spent most of her days surrounded by silence, the hum of her phone playing the news.

Her eyes would drift toward the screen, scrolling through stories about mysterious gang takedowns happening across the city. Every report made her heart skip with excitement. It's him. It's gotta be him.

The streets outside were dark, save for the occasional flicker of passing headlights. Y/N stood at the workbench, dusting her hands with flour as she prepared dough to rise overnight. The rhythmic motions of kneading were soothing, her mind drifting as she worked.

A strand of hair fell into her face, tickling her cheek. She huffed, blowing it away, only for it to settle back in the same spot.

"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, as she used the back of her wrist to nudge the loose hair behind her ear, careful to keep the flour on her hands away from her hair.

Brinnggg!!!

The bell above the door chimed.

Her head snapped up, heart leaping. A customer? This late? She quickly grabbed the bag of flour she'd been using, her rolling pin wedged into the top, and rushed to the front.

She placed the flour bag and rolling pin on the counter behind the register without thinking, turning toward the door with a wide, eager smile.

Her smile faltered.

Four men lounged lazily at the counter, dragon tattoos winding up their arms.

The Purple Dragons.

Their presence felt like an oil spill on clean water.

Y/N stiffened, her fingers twitching at her sides. She could feel their eyes on her—gross and invasive, crawling over her like ants.

She forced a smile, her voice a little too bright to cover her unease. "Welcome! What can I get for you today?"

The men glanced at each other, smirking like they shared an inside joke. One of them stepped forward, leaning against the counter with a predatory grin. "What ya' got here?" he asked mockingly, his eyes scanning the run down bakery.

Her shoulders tensed. "I...I've got cupcakes," she said, her voice steady, though her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of her apron. "They're not exactly fresh, but they're still good..."

One of the men chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "Cupcakes, huh?" he said, dragging the word out like he was tasting it on his tongue.

He leaned against the counter, smirking. "Nah, sweetheart, we ain't here for cupcakes. We're here to talk business." His grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eye that made her stomach churn.

Her stomach twisted in fear. "...Business?"

"Yeah," he sneered. "You see, my boys and I protect this area now. And protection ain't cheap. So from now on, ya' gonna start payin' us a lil' tax. Keep the bad guys away, ya' know?"

She swallowed hard. "I... I don't have any money," she stammered. "No one's been coming in—there's nothing to pay you with."

The thug's expression darkened. He pulled a knife from his pocket, flicking it open with a menacing grin. "Wrong answer."

She instinctively took a step back, her pulse racing as panic began to set in. "Wait—please! I'm telling the truth. There's no money here. The register's empty!" She gestured toward the old, battered cash register as proof.

He took a step forward, eyes glinting with malice. "Then we'll just have to take somethin' else, won't we?"

She backed up, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Her back hit the counter, fingers fumbling behind her, searching for anything she could use to defend herself.

The Purple Dragon thug advanced on her, his cocky smirk widening with every step. Her fingers tightened around the rolling pin hidden in the bag of flour behind her.

She had one plan: swing the rolling pin and knock him out.

Simple. Effective. Foolproof.

Or so she thought.

As he leaned closer, his knife glinting ominously under the warm lights, Y/N clenched her eyes shut.

She swung her arm.

SLAP!

The sound rang through the bakery like a firecracker. The air went still, heavy with disbelief. Y/N's palm tingled, and she froze, confused.

S...Slap...?

She cautiously opened one eye, expecting to see the thug retaliating after slapping her. Instead, she saw him holding his face, his jaw slack in sheer disbelief.

His eyes were wide, his fingers pressing against the growing red imprint, outlined in white flour, of her hand on his cheek.

Y/N blinked, her mind blank for a moment.

Oh...

Well...

...I guess that works?

The other Purple Dragons stood frozen, their expressions a mix of confusion and horror as if they couldn't process what had just happened.

"Uh... okay then," she muttered under her breath, raising the rolling pin in her other hand. With all the force she could muster, she brought it down on his head.

CRACK!

"I—You—" he stammered, swaying on his feet like a drunkard. But somehow—somehow—he stayed standing.

"Eh...?"

Sir, what...?!

The thug's head jerked up, his face twisted in pure hatred. Blood dripped down from the gash on his forehead, running over his nose and down to his chin. His eyes gleamed with such intensity that Y/N could swear her soul left her body for a moment.

It felt like she was in the middle of a horror movie, and he was the monster.

Her hands went slack, and the rolling pin slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor.

"Hiieee—!!"

Her feet skidded slightly on the flour-dusted tiles as she sprinted for her gosh darn life. She reached the back door and twisted the handle, desperately trying to open it.

But before she could escape, a sharp yank pulled her backward. Her head snapped back as the thug's bloody hand gripped a fistful of her hair. "Ack—! My hair!" Y/N wailed, tears springing to her eyes from the pain.

"Let go, damn it! I'm about to go bald!"

He dragged her back toward the front of the bakery, her heels scraping against the floor as she flailed uselessly, her cries of protest falling on deaf ears.

Through teary eyes and blurry vision, she caught glimpses of the chaos around her. Her bakery—the small space she had poured her everything into—was in ruins. The display case was shattered, shards of glass glinting under the flickering lights. Chairs lay broken, their legs snapped like twigs, and her cupcakes made just that morning were crushed beneath heavy boots.

The other Purple Dragons paid her no mind. They were too busy tearing the place apart, swinging their bats and fists at anything that remained intact. Bags of flour were ripped open, coating the air with a white haze.

The bakery was unrecognizable.

He knelt down in front of her, his large hand still gripping the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him. His face inched closer, their proximity so unnervingly intimate that, to an outsider, it might have looked like a tender moment—a hot man gently holding his partner, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings.

But there was no romance here, neither was a hot man.

In Y/N's eyes, he looked like a demon dragged straight from the depths of hell.

"You think you can get away with that, huh?" he hissed, his voice low and menacing. His breath, reeking of cigarettes, hit her face, making her gag. "I'm gonna make you regret—"

Blood dripped from the gash on his forehead, down to his chin, before splattering onto her cheek.

"Mmph..." She flinched, trying to turn her face away. Her stomach twisted in revulsion as the warm, sticky drop slid down her neck.

"Don't you fucking turn away from me!" he snapped, his voice rising in anger. His free hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly and yanking her face back toward him.

"Agh...!"

His blood-slicked fingers dug into her skin, smearing streaks across her cheeks. The iron scent mixed with the stench of his breath made her eyes water.

I'm gonna be sick...

The lights flickered.

Y/N's breath caught. The thug paused, his head snapping up as he looked around. The other Purple Dragons stiffened, their smug expressions wavering. The room plunged into complete darkness, save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering in through the windows.

"What the hell is going on?!" the thug barked, his grip on Y/N tightening.

A soft sound cut through the darkness—barely a whisper of movement. Then came the sickening thud of something heavy hitting the ground, followed by a muffled groan.

"Boss?" one of the gang members called out, his voice trembling. "What's going—?"

Another thud. Another groan. The sound of bodies collapsing filled the room, one after another.

The thug holding Y/N froze, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled her closer like a human shield. "Who's there?!" he shouted into the void.

Before she could even register what was happening, the thug was ripped away from her like a ragdoll. His hand tore free of her hair, leaving her stumbling backward against the counter. The cold edge of it pressed into her back as she clutched the counter for support.

A sharp cry of pain split the air, quickly followed by a heavy thud.

She didn't dare move, frozen in place as the violence seemed to swirl around her in the darkness. Her scalp throbbed where the thug had grabbed her, the warmth of his blood still slick on her skin.

She could hear the sickening crack of bones breaking—sharp and violent, like twigs snapping underfoot.

And then... silence.

The bakery was eerily quiet now, save for the soft, labored breathing of someone else in the room.

She blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the faint light. She could barely make out the shape of a figure standing above the thugs. One of them stirred, groaning as he tried to get back up, but the figure moved swiftly—his foot pressing down hard on the thug's chest, pinning him to the ground effortlessly.

"It's over now," came the low, soothing voice, deep and steady, calming her frantic heartbeat. His eyes, though she couldn't see them clearly, were on her the entire time.

Her heart raced even faster. That voice... She knew that voice. Her mind whirled, memories of the alleyway flashing before her—the man she'd spoken to, hidden in the shadows. It was him.

୨ TINY THEATRE ୧

Thugs: Teehee, we've come to extort you!

Y/N: (◔_◔)💅 Guess you don't know who my manz is...

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୨ Any constructive criticism? Please comment below! ˘ᗜ˘ ৎ

[starluvsx]

⭑ 𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Proofread: sorta....

Word count: 2.5k

WARNINGS: small mention of blood, swearing, just cute fluff besides that!

A/N: ik i said this would be posted a while ago but I've been super busy w school and everything and have just had no time to write but here it is!this is acc something i've had in mind but have been able to actually write so it was nice to finally finish it. ok happy reading guys!

"I'm hungry," Nick complained from the other side of the couch. Matt, who was too focused on his phone to even acknowledge anything else around us, simply blew Nick off. only telling him to grab something from the kitchen.me and Chris on the other hand weren't very tapped into the movie all four of us were supposed to be watching. It was a little boring, yes but what else was there to do? Summer break is normally fun but there are always a few weeks where you feel like you've done everything you can for this 10 week break.

" there's nothing good in there, can we go to the gas station or something?'' Nick asked as he hung his head off the edge of the couch we all shared. With the small back and forth happening right next time I was now paying less attention to the movie.

Matt, who was still looking at his phone aimlessly, answered Nick's complaint and question combination with "my car is still in the shop so unless you feel like walking 2 miles then go find something in the kitchen." annoyed. not really sure what he was annoyed about since he hasn't even done anything all day besides sit on the couch and sit around the house with us.

"we could just take the bikes.'' Chris said from behind me. Nick silently made his way toward the kitchen while we tried to figure out a plan. Looking around the cabinets and the fridge for something to his liking.

“You know I can’t ride a bike asshole” I sassed as I turned my head a little bit in order to see him.

“No I fucking didn’t, what are you talking about?” He retorted.

“Like everyone knows that?” I replied.laughing at the brunette’s confusion.Matt shut off the movie and put something on cable since at this point nobody was even paying attention to it.

"I'm just hungry and bored so can we please find some way to get to the gas station for the love of God."Nick said, walking toward us from the kitchen dramatically plopping down back next to Matt on the couch.

The four of us sat there and attempted to think of a solution. "I'll just teach you how to ride,"Chris suggested as he got up from the couch, pulling up his gray sweats slightly.the 3 of us looked at Chris so he realized what he just said "how to ride a bike guys, Jesus..." he clarified as he shook his head with a small smile at our immaturity.

The rest of us got off the couch and began to walk toward the front door to leave. As Matt opened the door my eyes were met with a beautiful pink sunset. The winding down of the summer day made the weather very mellow. Warmth and a soft wind hit my bare legs and arms. watercolor sky painting the scenery.

I followed the boys toward their bikes and grabbed the extra one which was Justin's old bike. blue and silver spikes stars were spread over the bike. not exactly something I would ride if I had the choice but i'm not in position to complain.

as I hopped on it I noticed Matt and Nick beginning to ride away "teach her and we can bring you guys stuff" Matt yelled from almost 13 feet away. I turned to Chris who was unlocking his bike for the chain

"Okay!" he yelled to Matt before turning to me."Alright, you know how to get on it so that's good."he joked before getting on his own bike. "ok try to move the bike" he said, turning to me.

"ok..."I mumbled as I placed my feet on the pedals. I lost balance once both my feet left their place on the ground causing me to frantically put my left foot back on the gravel. I turned to the boy in front of me. his pale skin glowing in the dwindling sunlight. He made a concerned face before getting off his bike in order to help me.

"let me try holding the bike as you put your feet on the pedals."he explained. Chris then came around to the back of me and placed his left hand on my waist and the right on one of the handles.my heart began to beat faster. I felt supported by Chris' hold so I put my foot back on the pedal. "So now move the pedals as if you were gonna ride for real." I did as he said and began to pretend to ride the bike.

"Now when I let go, keep pedaling forward."nerves shot through me as I looked out to the long empty street in front of me. the fear of falling over took over

"Chris im gonna fucking fall"I expressed

"I won't let go of you, just the bike. if you fall I'll catch you, promise."He reassured me. His words encouraged me to try so as soon as he let go I kept pedaling. The bike moved quickly under my feet but I wasn't scared because of the support Chris had on my hip.

Once I was about half way down the road nerves set back in and I began to feel like I might fall again. I wasn't steering the bike correctly and was sort of swerving. "Chris, Chris I'm gonna fall!"I yelled. I tried to straighten the bike but it wasn't working.

"No you're not kid, I'm literally holding you,"Chris said, out of breath from running to keep pace with me. The end of the road was nearing so I knew I would have to turn around soon.

"How do I turn?!"I frantically yelled. as the rounded curb got closer and closer.the wheels of the old bike wouldn't slow down as they glided against the pavement.

"What?" Chris yelled from behind me.I hadn't even realized he let go and that I was doing this on my own.

"How do I turn!?"I yelled even louder hoping he would hear and then teleport next to me and turn the bike for me.

"floor it!" he shouted as I was about to hit the curb. I then jerked the handles of the bike and turned sharply. my legs moving faster in order to keep momentum. "Hell yea!!" he exclaimed from the opposite side of the street. His excitement made me smile.

our happiness didn't last much longer though because I didn't realize there was a huge pot hole right in front of me. The front wheel got caught in the crater and sent me flying forward.

"oh shit!'' Chris yelped as he jogged over to me. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins still so I didn't feel much pain coming from my scraped up elbow or my cut knee. "you okay? No broken bones or concussions?"

I giggled at his concern and wiped up some blood that had been dripping down my leg. "dude you fucking did it, you learned how to ride a bike!"he said happily. a huge smile painted on his sun dusted face. eyes fixated on mine which were inspecting the sting from my cut began to set in causing me to let out a wince.

"Ok can we get inside now."I mumbled out of breath. my soft voice broke him out of his trance as he darted his eyes away from mine.

"oh yeah sorry." he said as he stood up and dusted off his knees that had tiny rocks scattered on them. I put my hand out for him to help me up and he did so. helping me limp back to the house.

Once we got inside he told me to wait in the kitchen while he grabbed our bikes that he realized he had left outside. While he was outside I hobbled my way over to the freezer and grabbed some ice, put it in a plastic baggie with a paper towel around it and placed it on my elbow.

When Chris came back into the kitchen he began looking for the first aid kit. "Sorry I took so long, your bike was like lodged in the hole." he explained, laughing a little. I huffed out a small laugh as well. "Okay here we go!"he said as he closed the cabinet, turning around with a red and white box in his hands.

He placed the box on the counter and began to examine what was inside of it, pulling out bandaids, gauze, rubbing alcohol and cotton balls.Chris struggled to keep the things in his arms as he walked over to me. The items catering once placed on the counter. 

"hop up."he instructed. I did as he said, hopping onto the counter and shuffling around so I was comfortable and didn't feel like I was gonna fall off. I turned my head to watch him mess around with the medical stuff. putting everything into place. "this is gonna sting a lot" he said as he stood in front of me. cotton ball that had been soaked in disinfectant In his hand. i bit my lip as the alcohol made contact with my open wound. a stinging sensation being sent through my knee.

The slight pain went away as he stopped cleaning the cut. opening a brown bandaid and placing it on the cut carefully. "See, all better!"he joked, making me smile at his small gesture. our eyes caught each other as he looked up. both of us admiring the other's features.

for the first time in I think forever there was a silence between us. once that had to be broken but not by words. I hopped down from my spot on the counter unexpectedly .My action made Chris back up a little.

Without saying anything I hugged the brunette in front of me.wrapping my arms around his neck as he did the same with my waist. I buried my head in his neck and smiled to myself.

Chris pulled away from the hug before I could. I was confused at why he would do this wrong as he normally is a very big hugger with me. my confusion soon turned to shock as the flushed boy in front of me cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips onto my one passionately.

My eyelids slowly sunk down as my body melted into the long awaited kiss. i have had a crush on him for God knows how long but never came even close to knowing he felt the same way, let alone making a move.the front door opened almost as soon as we pulled away from each other. making us white our heads toward the door almost immediately. 

"hey guys-'' Nick began as he and his brother trotted into the kitchen, bags of snacks in hand. "the fuck happened to you?" he asked me as he set the snack down on the kitchen table.

my heart was still beating faster than I could think but I had to make everything seem normal. i mean my best friend can't know I just kissed my other best friend who also happened to be his brother. "This kid tried to teach me how to ride a bike, '' I said with a small, awkward giggle.

"alright i'm going back to the couch." Matt said groggily as he walked back to the place where he had been for most of the day.

"yea same" Chris followed short behind Matt with his snacks in hand.i didn't take my eyes off him he sat back down on the couch.

"You sure he only touched your how to ride a bike?"Nick asked me from across the counter.leaned over,interested in the truth behind what had happened while they were out.

I took a sip of my red bull before choking on the drink at the question I had been asked. "Yes Nick, I've told you before, I'm not interested in either of your brothers like that."I reassured the brunette.i hated lying to him like that but I didn't really want to tell him just yet.especially If nothing ever came about with Chris.after all me and him are still just friends.

"Okay I'm just saying, you're awfully flushed." Nick said.

"There's nothing there, girl , trust me. I think they're watching La La Land in there," I said as I let go of the topic, making my way back to the living room.upon entering I saw both brothers on each side of the couch so I naturally migrated toward Chris. the boy who had made himself comfortable on the couch moved his legs in order for me to sit there.

Once the four of us were all curled up on the couch together it was almost impossible to ignore the fact that Chris' hand was placed on my waist.I leaned on him a little but not fully so as to not make it obvious that I had lied earlier.

I have had a crush on this boy basically since we met and now he's finally showing that he feels the same way, just without words which I honestly prefer.anyone can say anything but it takes a certain kind for passion driven by truth to actually act on your words.spoken or not.i don't know what we are but I feel like it's spelled out pretty clearly that it's more than what we've been letting on

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✧ Tough

Rosa Diaz x teen daughter! reader

Warnings: none?

In which, Rosa comes down with a cold and the squad shoos her home but she refuses- so reader comes to the rescue

“You look like hell, Rosa.”

“I’m fine.” Rosa spat.

“No, you are not.” Jake continues. Rosa only rolled her eyes before resuming her work. “Lieu, would you please tell her she looks like crap.”

Jeffords turned around and said, “You look like crap.”

“I’m working.”

“You’re sick. Literally not one of us have seen you this pale.” Terry continues.

“At least take this.” Charles put a pill on her desk- an antihistamine.

“No.”

“Ha ha.” Amy quipped, “I called your daughter.”

“Amy, are you insane? Why would you do that?” Rosa laid back in her seat, “Why would you call my daughter over this?”

“Because out of everyone you know, I know you’d listen to her.” Amy shrugged.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“No, you are not.” Amy replies calmly, “Just go home and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

“But you might want to wait for your daughter to get here.” Holt’s voice cut through the room. “I do not think it is safe for you to make your own way home. She should be here in 16 minutes. Her school has let out for the day.”

“Whaaat? Still crazy to hear that.” Jake laughs.

“Get back to work.” Terry reminded, “Rosa stop doing your work.”

“Fine, whatever.” She gave up, saving the document onto her desktop then just laid back in her chair to wait for you.

————

“Bye, Rosa.” Jake grins. Rosa grumbles, putting her jacket on while you went to press the lift button.

“You know, I love you but I don’t see how having you take a detour to go home with me will keep either of us safer.”

“Okay, but it did shut them up, didn’t it?”

Rosa chuckles, “Didn’t you have something on?”

“I did. But I decided not to go.”

“I’m a little afraid to ask, but why?”

“That’s a problem for another day. You just focus on resting today.” You told her.

“y/n.” She warned.

“The guy’s a douchebag.” You gave in, “Apparently he orders the most expensive thing on the menu then makes his date pay every time. And he doesn’t exactly take no for an answer, if you get what I mean.”

“Okay, that’s good- don’t ever feel like you need to go on dates because you don’t want to cancel on people.”

“I know.” You assured, “How are you feeling?”

“Never felt this sick in 10 years.” She snorted, “But, I bounce back quick.”

“That’d be right.” You stifled a laugh, “I’ll make us some soup when we get back- and you, take a shower and get into bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She joked, “I’m tough.”

“Oh, there’s no denying that.” You put an arm around her, and you see a tiny little smile tug on her lips, “You are tough. You’re a badass.”

“I mean, so are you, y’know?” She continues.

“Barely.”

“Please, you’re my daughter. I taught you everything you know. You’re a badass too, mamita.”

“Oh, boy we need to get you into bed.”

“y/n, I’m not trying to be funny.”

“You realise none of my dates have went well so far?”

“So? It’s not your fault the people who’ve tried to take you out are jerks or you just didn’t vibe with them.”

“Maybe I’m the problem.”

“No one’s perfect but you can’t say that because I see you as you are and I can confidently say you’re a good person.” Rosa spoke tiredly, “There are plenty of people in the city. You’ll meet someone before you know it.”

“You mean it?”

“Fuck do you mean? Of course I do.” She answered straightforwardly, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Ah…I guess after three suckish dates in a row, my confidence has taken a hit. But thanks, Mom.”

The rest of your walk home was rather quiet with Rosa trying to keep warm in this chilly weather while her body temperature rose. So, once you both got home, you quickly turned the heat up so she would be more comfortable. “I’m gonna take a shower now, then I’m off to bed.”

“Good, you’d better. I’ll wake you up when the food’s done so you can eat some then take something for your fever.”

“Okay, honey.” Rosa rolled her eyes playfully, “Be careful.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I said that first.”