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baurbiediv · 2 years ago

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PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader

WARNINGS ➔ drowning/ near drowning experience, mention(s) of blood & death, swearing, jj telling reader he’s in love with her, pogues just being pogues

SYNOPSIS ➔ boat adventures with the friend group are never normal, but when an accident happens, all hell breaks loose and it sends the group into a frenzy.

A/N: i told you guys this would be my personality from now on & not proofread, because y’all know i can’t spell, this is a reoccurring issue

BASED OFF THE SONG capsize

being up at the chateau was an everyday thing. when you weren’t home, you’d be lying around the chateau.

there wasn’t anything wrong with your parents, you just preferred to be around your friends all the time. the five of you were inseparable and quite frankly, from the day they first met you, you considered them family.

boat days were always fun whether it would be an adventure or just an actual boat day.

you could never turn them down, you were already with the people you loved, so being out on the water drinking a couple beers and partying on ‘hms pogue’ was your guys thing and it was almost the only thing you guys did (besides coming to the near brink of death most of the time.)

you sat on the porch along with kie waiting for jj, pope, and john b to finish cleaning up the house after last nights fiasco.

“look pope, all i’m saying is that you should’ve just played beer pong with us, you might’ve liked it.” jj said as he walked out the door with pope, flipping his hat backwards with a shit eating grin on his face.

and you sure did love it.

“j, you were damn near butt naked dancing around the backyard with a duck floatie on your head, while threatening to rub your ass on john b.” you said as kie laughed right next to you.

“hey, y/n, loved the show so i don’t know why you’re complaining.” jj said before he tapped his finger on his tongue before putting it on the side of his ass and making a sizzle sound.

you laughed before playfully punching his arm.

you all trailed off the porch and all boarded hms pogue. “so pope, you gonna have fun today and live a little?” you said nudging his arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

pope whipped his head towards you, “y/n i always have fun so i don’t know what you’re talking about.” john b snorted and shook his head. “you haven’t done anything fun since your pants got hooked onto the railing, that was almost two weeks ago.”

you & jj both slapped your hands against your mouths before giggling like little kids. “what’s so funny?” pope questioned, this caused you two to pretend to wipe your mouths and clear your throats and sitting up properly.

“i’m sorry sir, i apologize for my immature reaction, it won’t happen again sir!” jj said as you both saluted him while laughing. this caused pope to roll his eyes and look away from you both.

kie took a seat next to pope as she sat back next to him, “here”, she said before handing him a beer. he smiled at her before accepting the beer and opening it.

meanwhile, you & jj had already beat him to it and were seeing who could shotgun faster than the other.

you had kie cheering you on while john b & pope cheered on jj. before the other three knew it, you slammed the small aluminum can on the bottom of the boat floor and threw up your arms in the air cheering. “take that jj!” you said while laughing.

for a moment jj swore he felt his heart beating a mile a minute, it was a little cliche of him to feel something like this during this moment.

he held his hands up and got on one knee, “i surrender, your highness!” he said laughing.

now you were the one who was feeling something in your heart, something like butterflies.

“get up you dork.” you said laughing.

john b had figured that this was the perfect time to lower the small anchor from the boat so you all could settle down and finally get the party started.

“hold on john b, i think there’s something in the water.” pope said before standing up and moving to the bow of the boat.

“very funny pope, john b just keep going.” kie said, there was a hint of worry in her voice, that went unnoticed by you, but you said nothing and decided to make nothing of it.

you stood at the back of the boat standing with your arms crossed along with jj sitting right next to you. everything was still for a moment.

but before you knew it you were sent flying backwards which caused you to fall and hit your head, in which the hit had enough force to ultimately send you flying off the boat.

everything was a mess, clothes, phones, & bags were all scattered on the boat. it took everyone a minute to recuperate and snap back into reality.

“everyone okay?” john b croaked as he held his shoulder. it didn’t take jj long to figure out that you were missing. “y/n. where’s y/n?!” he said frantically looking everywhere for you.

kie was nearly on the brink of tears before she spotted you. “jj she’s over there!” she said as she pointed to your limp body that was face down. jj wasted no time, jumping into the water and swimming over to you.

approaching you, he noticed a streak of blood, “no, no, no.” was all that he muttered to you before flipping you over on your back.

his mind was racing a mile a minute, seeing that you had a small gash in the side of your forehead. he quickly swam his way back to boat, “jj are you okay?” pope asked him frantically, “don’t worry about me! worry about y/n!” he said before john b and kie carefully pulled you back into the boat.

jj hopped back onto the boat before pope took control of the boat and turning it back around in hopes to find help quickly before making it close enough to the chateau in case things really took a turn for the worse.

he quickly made his way over to you and was panicking, to be honest he was losing his mind. he didn’t know how he could live in a world without you.

he wouldn’t admit it, but he was in love with you. he tried to make it so obvious, but you never caught onto the clues. almost everyday, he wished he could pull you to the side and tell you how badly he was in love in with you. he never knew what was holding him back.

“cmon y/n, don’t leave us now. not you.” he brought one of his hands to cup the side of your face and without thinking, he ran his thumb across your cheek.

he wasn’t gonna lose you not here and not now.

without thinking he leaned closer towards your face, hoping to hear that you were breathing. he sat back up and rolled you over onto your side.

kie was now in full on tears, she was watched her friend as the life was slipping away from her, pope had his palms resting on the top of his head, john b witnessing everything in disbelief. this wasn’t the way they wanted this day to go, not to witness their best friend dying.

before you knew it your eyes shot open and you were overwhelmed with the feeling of coughing up water. “there you go y/n. we’ve got you. i got you.” jj said as he held you closer to him.

your arms reluctantly wrapped around him as hot tears spilled from your eyes and down your cheeks. kie, john b, and pope all immediately came to over to you and jj and hugged the two of you.

you sat in the living room curled into jj’s side, your head resting on his shoulder. the sole thing comforting you now was the feeling of jj’s fingertips running up and down the sensitive skin of your arm. you stared into a empty space, not even beginning to find anything.

“i thought i lost you for good y/n.” jj quietly spoke up.

his words snapped you back into reality, and you looked at him. “i really did, i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself if i did lose you. you’re such an important girl that’s been part of my life. for a long time i’ve been falling in love with you y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to confess it then, but this was too much of a close call. i love you y/n.”

“i love you y/n.”

those were the only 4 words that somehow brought a ringing sensation to your ears. without thinking twice, you brought your hands up to his face and quickly pressed your lips against his. jj pulled you closer to him as if you’d slip out his grasp at any moment.

pope opened the door, he almost opened his mouth to say something but he caught a glimpse of you & jj. he smiled and silently cheered on jj for finally doing what he said he’d do one day.

pope quietly closed the door and went back to the porch with kie & john b.

you pulled away from the kiss and you looked him in his baby blue eyes. they were filled with so much love and hope.

“i love you too jj.”

he placed his lips on your forehead, you were his girl. he kept an oath to himself, he was always going to keep you save no matter the circumstances.

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ladyveronikawrites · 2 months ago

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In Your Eyes I See City Lights

Nicholas Ruffilo & Gender Neutral Reader

A little treat for @deathblacksmoke Blurb inspired from this moodboard Just a lot of fluff, please enjoy💛 word count: 667

It’s been one hell of a work week for you, and all you want to do is collapse on the sofa and snuggle up with your boyfriend. You toss your bag on the floor, and just as you are about to slip out of your shoes, Nick hands you your favorite pair of sneakers and his jacket—the same denim jacket he wore on your first date all those years ago.

“Where are w-” A slender tattooed finger pressed against your lips silences you, but you take his outstretched hand instead.

“Let me show you.”

As the cool autumnal air breezes past you, you wrap his jacket tighter around yourself. Hands entwined Nick leads you down the sidewalk into the city. The car lights glow against the remaining puddles on the asphalt. It’s been rainy and cloudy for days now and at times, now more than ever you miss the sun. The dark cold winter days on the east coast are looming. Fresh air in your lungs and your love by your side was just what you needed. Snuggling up against him, he finally breaks the comforting silence. “Almost there, my love.”

Looking over at him, his stunning blue-grey eyes light up and you follow his gaze to the new cafe. There’s an old traffic light lit up green when you walk into the cafe, damp sneakers squeaking along the concrete floor. You take it all the sights, the industrial metal chairs at the counter, road signs decorating the crisp white walls, and the fairy lights hanging from the open glass-paned garage door. “This used to be a motorcycle shop,” Nick says lowly into your ear as your attention returns to him.

“What did you order us?” you ask as Nick uncurls himself from your embrace. “For you a Vietnamese cold brew and a Thai bubble tea for me.” He grins handing you your drink and clinks your plastic cups together.

“Dork.”

“I know,” he says proudly. “And you love it.” He leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“I do.” You smile back at him.

“C’mon.” He links elbows with you and leads you to your next destination.

Your drinks have long been finished by the time you stroll into the bar. You haven’t been here since the band had their first gig all those years ago. The band has skyrocketed in popularity recently and it makes you dizzy just thinking about it. But Nicky has always stayed the same; the quiet gentleman that opens all your door to the rowdy nerd when his character dies in a video game. He’s always creating and looking at the world around him for inspiration. When he’s home from tour or the tattoo shop he spends his time with you and his cats.

“Thank you,” you say reaching for his hands across the table. In the dim light of night, his eyes reflect the moon. He looks at your hands before lacing his fingers between yours.

“Of course, doll. I know you’ve been working a lot these past few weeks and I am so proud of you, but you also need to take care of yourself.” He smiles softly at you as you take in his words, sometimes you feel like you don’t deserve his kindness and generosity especially when you’ve been so worn down.

A gentle squeeze of your hands pulls you from your spiraling thoughts.

“You know that I love you, right?” His cheeks flush a little and he suddenly gets shy when you look up at him. Like he still needs to pinch himself to remind him that you are real and that he is still the luckiest guy on earth to get to spend every day with you.

“Yeah, I know.” You squeeze him back wishing you could punch him in the arm for getting sappy. But you know it's sincere. And you need the reminder too, that despite how crazy life can get that he still loves you.

“I love you too.”

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collisvng · 1 year ago

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COTTON CANDY KISSES ♡¸.•*

Pairing ♡ Choi Yeonjun x Fem Reader 🩷

Synopsis ♡ You stumbled upon a random carnaval after the guys had just finished filming a music video nearby. During filming you spotted what looked like a ferris wheel in the far off distance. After one brief mention of it, that was all the boys could talk about. And Yeonjun made it a point to make you his ride buddy. 🩷

Word Count ♡ 2,719 + 3 sm screenshots 🩷

YOUR HEART WAS RACING.

Breaths of air entered and exited your body as you were being forced to run.

You were hand in hand with your best friend Yeonjun, rushing through crowds of people to try and be the first in line at a ride he so desperately wanted to get on. His eyes were full of excitement, giggling at your exhausted groans as you trailed behind him.

He was taller, his legs were longer, and you… were struggling.

The two of you stumbled upon this random carnaval after Yeonjun had just finished filming a music video nearby. The staff let you sit in on shoots sometimes upon the guys’ request, and today you were especially lucky.

During filming you spotted what looked like a ferris wheel in the far off distance. After one brief mention of it, that was all the boys could talk about. The staff found their excitement so enamoring that they simply couldn’t say no.

So now you were here; standing in line with your pink-haired bestie as he shifted from foot to foot in excitement while staff stood at an unnotable distance.

The guys were off on other rides, purposely leaving you and Yeonjun alone.You knew what they were doing, and you wanted to fight them because of it. They knew you liked him—the subtle wink from Soobin followed by the thumbs-up they all gave you as Yeonjun yanked you away was more than enough confirmation.

With each new ride you got on, your heart continued to lose control. Whether it came from the carnival adrenaline or simply because Yeonjun wasn’t letting go of your hand was a whole other topic.

You were also both wearing facemasks to blend in, just as the rest of the boys and staff were. Every once in a while his mask would slightly fall down his face during rides, leading you quickly panic and fix it for him once each ride was over.

He’d wink at you each time you helped him, gaining a shy eyeroll from you in response. The way you’d frantically pull the fabric over his nose while checking around to see if anyone noticed was amusing to him.

You thought he was a dork—he thought you were the cutest thing ever.

After going on what felt like the hundredth spinning ride of the afternoon, you took a deep breath.

“I think I need a break,” you said as you untwinded your fingers from his. “You are crazy. This is crazy. How the hell do you just get on rides and keep going? Where are the breaks?”

He shrugged. “You know I don’t like taking breaks baby.”

Wiggling his torso, he walked up to you. His little dance granted you free range to playfully punch his side before bending over and resting your hands on your knees.

“If my heart wasn’t revving so hard right now, I’d fight you,” you huffed as he let out a loud laugh.

It took you a moment to catch your breath, which he took considerable notice too. He hadn’t realized that you were actually suffering from the constant ride hopping. He started to feel bad and decided it was best to just take a moment to yourselves. You thanked him, then the both of you just continued to walk around.

It was a lovely day. The blue sky looked like a beautiful backdrop to the chaotic plethora of people skedaddling from one destination to another in front of you. You looked up at the ferriss wheel in the distance yet again, taking in its charm. Yeonjun noticed as he spared a glace at you, smiling.

“Hey,” his tone came out more cheery then normal, “do you know what sounds really good right now?”

“An inhaler?” You coughed.

“Nope!”

He skipped ahead, making the jeans jacket he was wearing flutter a bit with each hop. You slowly followed behind, only stopping when you both came up to a small concession stand in the middle of the crowd.

The small booth had an array of snacks lined up: churros, corn dogs, popcorn, and even those little Minute-Maid gelato cups. But Yeonjun’s gaze fell on the beautiful bags of cotton candy that cascaded along the side of the stand like a beautiful rainbow.

As he picked a pink bag out of the bunch, you heard a small PING! coming from your pocket. You took out your phone rolled your eyes.

Of course it was Soobin.

“Who ya texting?”

“GOSH!” You instantly shuttered at the sudden voice whispering in your ear.

As you turned to face your friend, you immediately locked your phone and slid it into your back pocket. Yeonjun stood there with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion on his face as he watched your screen disappear from his peripheral view. He opened his small, clear bag filled to the brim with strawberry flavored clouds and began pulling out individual pieces.

“Geez,” he pulled down his mask and put some of the pink fluff into his mouth, “if I had known you were going to react like that I would have just let you stand there until you were done.”

The cotton candy was a hue somewhere between baby and bubblegum pink. It was wooly, flocculent, and only a few shades lighter than Yeonjun’s lips—which you found yourself staring at as he fed himself. The pout on his face left you in a trance that you so desperately needed to get out of before he noticed. You shook your head, blinking a few times, before focusing on the cotton candy bag yourself.

“You know what,” you snatched the bag away and began walking off, “just for that, I’m stealing this!”

Your strides only became more rapid as you rushed away in the other direction. A loud “HEY!” left Yeonjun’s mouth as he hurried towards you, once again skipping a little along the way. It made you smile, maybe a little bit too much, which only made you walk faster.

Eventually he caught up with you, reaching for the bag of spun sugar. You playfully held it away from him, leading him to lean over you for it. His face was only millimeters away from yours; eyes fixated on the bag and a bright grin spread across his face.

He was so endearing, it sent you into a small spiral that you tried to defer from. Grabbing a piece of the cotton candy, you held it up to his hair and stepped away. The pink was almost an exact match to his hair, which made a great excuse for a joke. Surely that would break the tension in your mind… right?

“Oh look,” you pretended to pull a piece of fluff from his head. “Who needs a bag when I could just eat you.”

“In your dreams,” he took the bag back from you in one swoop. “I like the sentiment tho.”

He winked.

You groaned.

“Ew.” You wanted to hit him. “You wish.”

You were completely enamored with him.

“Fine,” he held up the bag as high as he could with his right arm, staring down at you. Shoving his face very close to yours, a smirk tattooed itself on his lips yet again. It was something he always did before he challenged you, and you loved challenges.

You pulled your mask down and stuffed the cotton candy in your hand into your mouth before standing up to him. When you reached for the bag, he leaned his face lower as if to kiss you.

It was a trick he used on his band members, which you were well aware of. Nine out of ten times they would shy away, giving into Yeonjun’s manipulation tactic.

But you were different—never backing down when he pulled that kind of thing with you. Which is why when you stood on tip-toes in order to kiss back, he pulled back immediately.

“Aye!” His eyes widened as he gritted his teeth. “Damnit. I forgot you’re not like the guys.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I dunno,” he handed the bag back to you and shrugged. “I guess we’ll never know.”

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The day quickly turned to night.

You and Yeonjun had practically gone on every ride you possibly could.

There was a brief intermission where you both met up with the guys for a bit to eat and go on a few rides together as a group. But after about the third ride, the group seemed to disband once again. Yeonjun appeared to be completely oblivious to his friends’ schemes, but you were on your last limb.

You could only get flustered so much for so long; it was getting to the point where you wanted the day to just end so you could relieve yourself from the torture. And luckily for you, it was about to.

As the sky began to darken, one of the managers signaled that it was almost time to start heading out. Yeonjun pouted and pleaded to at least go on one more ride before leaving—which staff gave into (again).

Straight away, your hand was grabbed yet again and you were being dragged along to whatever destination that was on your friend’s agenda. It wasn’t until you both approached the ferris wheel that you were taken aback.

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him without a word.

“What? You kept staring at it,” Yeonjun stated as if it were the most obvious thing ever. “Plus this was the whole reason why we came here in the first place.”

The two of you stood in line while Yeonjun shifted his weight from side to side, tip-toeing forward. You couldn’t comprehend why he was getting so anxious; he literally loved heights. In the end, you figured it was just the excitement of it being the last ride of the night and let it go.

When you guys got to the front, Yeonjun held the cabin door open for you then followed suit as the two of you sat down. The both of you sat across from one another; his side facing more towards the fair while yours had more of a view of the fair parking lot than anything else.

Your face masks were pulled down and forgotten yet again at this point as you stared straight ahead; seeing the lights grow smaller and smaller.

“Wah…” Yeonjun’s astonishment for the sight came out in just one simple breath as he looked down.

Aside from the lit up beams of the ferris wheel holding the carts in place blocking a fraction of his view, he could see everything. The crowded spaces on the ground were dark, but the rides surrounding the people were filled with light.

Various greens, reds, yellows, and pinks glowed amongst the people with brief white lights here and there from different street lamps. As the rides moved in different directions the lights blurred and re-focused in his vision.

“You can see everything from up here,” he turned to face you. “Look, you can see the ride that we—”

It was in that moment he realized that you couldn’t really see much on your end. The parking lot behind you was a gray contrast to colors that shined from behind his silhouette. You were leaned over, stretching your neck out to see the view that he was seeing instead. And to him, that just wouldn’t do.

“You should come sit over here,” he stated as nodded towards the fairgrounds behind him.

You shook your head. Not because you didn't want to, but because the thought of sitting next to him made your heart rev all over again. “I’m okay… really.”

An eye roll from him ensued as he began to playfully whine. He was urging you to move so you could enjoy the ride, but you weren’t budging. Or at least, weren’t until he discovered your weakness.

He briefly stood up and reached over to grab your hand, causing the cart to sway. You let out a scream and grabbed hold of your seat. Pleading words telling him to stop shaking the cabin due to fear spilled out of you, yet he wasn’t stopping.

You could tell he was also afraid of what his shaking might do, but you also knew it wasn’t going to end until you did what he wanted.

So you stood, pressing your palms to the side of the cart to hold yourself up as you slowly inched forward.

“There you go,” Yeonjun winked, followed by you quickly replying, “I hate you.”

As you made it to the other side, the ride stopped and you stumbled forward. In a state of panic, Yeonjun let out a swear and reached out to catch you. There was a brief moment of pause before the both of you realized you were now only centimeters away from his face, leaned over with your hands firmly gripping his shoulders to hold yourself in place.

Your body became tense as the air filled with sudden tension. Yeonjun had his hands around your waist, and the most panicked look in his eyes. Before he could speak though, you glanced up at the view behind him.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, taking in your new distraction. “I think we’re actually at the top now.”

Your breath was taken away as you could finally see the beautiful view Yeonjun had seen. The lights, the sounds—everything was wonderful.

The only difference now was that the people below were so far away at this point that they looked like ants to you. You chuckled at the thought, causing Yeonjun to snap out of his flustered state and spare a glance at you.

“What is it?”

“They look so tiny,” you laughed. “It’s like I’m watching a bunch of sims walking around from a sky view.”

“That’s a strange sentiment,” Yeonjun stated.

You glanced up at him for a moment before looking out to the world again. “Strange, but pretty.”

A smirk appeared on your friend’s face, but you were too entertained to notice. And while you were seeing the view, Yeonjun was seeing you.

The way your eyes sparkled in astonishment. How the altering colorful lights bounced off your skin, changing it to different colorful hues with each second. And realizing that your smile was unmatched to any other smile he had ever seen in the past.

You were his best friend… How could he have missed this before?

“You’re pretty,” were the only words he could manage to get out. His voice was quiet, yet soft. But not enough for you not to hear.

Your smile dropped and your heart immediately felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

Frozen by the sudden statement, you slowly turned to face him. His eyes were narrowed, and he searched your face. It was like he was trying to look at any other part of it to avoid looking at your lips.

His body was suddenly leaning forward, and by instinct yours was too.

“What is happening?” You breathily questioned as your faces were once again only inches from each other’s.

Without a second thought he replied, “Can I kiss you?”

“Will you actually let me kiss you this time?” You were so close your noses were touching.

“I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, he pulled your face downward to completely close the gap between you. Your lips met for a moment before the both of you pulled back to look at each other. There were no words. There was no questioning.

The both of you knew this was probably going to be an awkward conversion that you had to have once the ride ended. But that didn’t matter to you—you were finally kissing your best friend who you’ve had a crush on for years.

You were on cloud nine. And by the way he ran his finger down your cheek and lifted your chin to kiss you again, you could tell he felt the same way.

The second kiss was more passionate and lasted longer than the first. When it ended, Yeonjun rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

“The guys are gonna give us such shit for this.”

You shrugged. “Oh trust me, I already know.”

Notes ♡ Ayeeeeee! Hope you guys liked this small drabble... 🫶🏼 I wanted to post it on Yeonjun’s birthday, but unfortunately didn't get to finish it in time. I am working on part 2 of Walk of Shame to post as a late Jisung birthday present! And there might be something for Felix being posted in the future as well. 🫣 Thank you guys for reading! Hope you look forward to what else is coming soon. 🩶 — collisvng✨️

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 1 month ago

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Night Surrounds Us

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UVQf37x by graye When times get tough—as they often do—Kirishima prefers to work things out with his punching bag. But he zones out and bloody his knuckles, and then Bakugou shows up, and now he's getting his hands patched up. In his dorm. With just the two of them. Alone. *** Kirishima walks to the door and opens it—the sight of Bakugou punching him in the heart. And stomach. And ears, too, as those ring incessantly, but maybe it’s the adrenaline leaving his body; it’s both relieved and terrified of Bakugou, oscillating between the two. Bakugou looks at him, eyes drooped and half-lidded in an unimpressed way. His eyes shoot down to Kirishima’s hands, soaking wet and dripping a water and blood solution—the water bottle in one hand. “I have bad aim.” Kirishima says, then adding, “You rushing me made me thirsty, and I was so rushed I spilled it.” “And you cut yourself while drinking water?” “It’s pretty cold,” Kirishima supplies, but he lacks the creativity to elaborate and explain the absurdity of his statement, so the lie sits there, in the air, between them. Words: 2769, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, as close to confessions as these two can get, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, kirishima is a little bit of a freak here. just a little neurotic. as a treat, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Attempt at Humor, it's so late i can't tell if my delirium is making this amusing or if i'm funny, maybe both, First Kiss, Character Study, and by that i mean i have a lot of opinions about kirishima read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UVQf37x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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finniestoncrane · 1 year ago

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Also, if it's allowed, I'm curious about the blind date option.

My ideal date would be a movie night at home with lots of snacks and booze, but if we had to go out, a trip to the museum or the zoo would be amazing. I love games, and I usually have a puzzle book in my bag when I'm out. I'm introverted and have low self-esteem, so I usually have a tough time starting conversations. But if you talk to me about something I REALLY like, it's hard to get me to shut up.

And uuuuh, I like to sing and play the ukulele, I like to read fantasy novels and murder mysteries, and if I had all the money in the world, I would spend it all on Legos. I hope that's enough info!

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: i feel like this was obvious, but it just suited you too well ;-;💚

"Hi! Welcome to the Vill-Inn! Your guest is waiting for you. Charming fella! He's the short man dressed to the nines over by the window."

You're barely even at the table before Oswald Cobblepot is rushing out of his seat to introduce himself, taking your hand and placing a kiss to the back before pulling out your chair and making sure you're tucked in comfortably at the table. It's a lot for a first impression, which worries him, until you explain that you're introverted, and prefer simpler dates indoors, or somewhere... fun.

"If you like fun, and you enjoy my company this evening, then I would be more than happy to accompany you to the Zoo or the Museum. I have connections with both. I can get us in to the areas the regular shmucks will never see."

He winks, then is suddenly aware that he might be coming on too strong. But his eyes light up again when you tell him that if tonight goes well, you'd be so happy to meet again for another date. He's punching the air under the table. Because for all that he looks like a fancy little gentleman on the outside, he's a complete dork inside.

Which is evident when you mention that you love fantasy novels and murder mysteries. The two of you have an instant back and forth going, discussing your favourite characters and plots, and which covers suited the series better and don't you just hate it when they use the TV adaptation on the cover of the book?

"You light up the room when you speak about something you love."

Each of his compliments over the evening have taken you by complete surprise. it's the way he delivers them. So matter-of-fact, but lilting. Deeply romantic, and a little bit old fashioned in the way he's trying to woo you, which is completely endearing.

He just seems to see the best in you, even though he's only just met you. But his adoration knows no bounds. When you mention your ukelele and your singing, he's quick to offer you a spot at his nightclub.

"An acoustic evening set, perhaps? Anything to see you sparkling under the spotlight."

Your brushing him off, but there's no point in pretending that Oswald hasn't charmed you into a giggling, blushing mess. There's definitely going to be a second date. And a third. And a fourth. And... quite a few more if he can keep this up.

#finnie writes #finnie1500

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moonochi · 2 years ago

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“I love you more than life itself” (part 1)

Trans male Kim Kitsuragi x Male trans reader

So this was a request for @rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos but it’s so long tumblr is going to make me post it in parts I’m so sorry 😢 i hope you enjoy it!

“Everything alright Kim?” Closing the balcony door behind you the older man glances over his shoulder, A cigarette loosely hangs between his lips as he reaches for his lighter “oh I’m alright Y/N i was just thinking is all.. I guess you could say today was rough, then again when isn’t work rough?” Letting out a light chuckle he finally locates the lighter from within the bright orange bomber, bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette a soft sigh echoes through the cool winters night as he takes his first drag. “That’s what i get for joining the RCM, don’t get me wrong Y/N i don’t hate my job by any means it’s just… it can get a little taxing at times plus the people we deal with can be.. interesting to say the least, by the time i get home i just feel exhausted.. and when i feel like that my mind tends to wonder if I’m doing a good enough job…” tilting your head slightly a light frown paints your lips as you make your way towards the railing of the balcony “Kim… you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.. your doing an amazing job at the RCM you're the lieutenant of the 57th precinct after all that’s not an easy title to get you know..” gently placing your hand over his a soft smile returns to his lips as he takes yet another drag off his cigarette “you’re right Y/N i do have two decades of work with the RCM under my belt, if i wasn’t fit for the job they would of told me years ago… I know I shouldn't be so hard on myself but sometimes it’s hard not to be..” letting the last few words trail off it becomes obvious works not the only thing on his mind “are you sure there isn’t something else on your mind my dear..? Did something else happen? You’re just more quiet than usual..” glancing towards the older man you notice a look of sadness within his eyes for a few seconds as he looks over the dimly lit city of Revachol “I’ve always wondered how you always know when somethings wrong, it’s almost like you have a sixth sense or something..” chuckling he tosses the butt of the cigarette towards the snow covered ground as he turns to face you “well, i wouldn’t call it a sixth sense my dear, it’s more like a feeling i guess you could say…? Besides your nose scrunches up a little when you're upset” playfully poking the tip of his nose a sudden blush spreads through his cheeks as you continue “nonetheless did you want to talk about what’s bothering you..? We don’t have to if you don’t feel up to it just don’t forget I’m always here to listen”

“I… i want to talk about what’s bothering me Y/N it’s just… I don't know, I just feel like it’s going to sound stupid when I say it..” rubbing the back of his neck a sudden sigh leaves him as he leans against the cool metal railing “Kim.. whatever is upsetting you won’t sound stupid i promise.. people aren’t bothering you at work again are they?? Remember what i said I’ll come down there and give them a good one two” as you punch the air with your fists a genuine smile paints his lips as he shakes his head “god your a dork Y/N but no one is bothering me at work thankfully, i guess you could say my dysphoria is worse than usual today i just…. I don’t know how to explain it when i looked at myself in the mirror a part of me just felt upset and insecure.. i know you feel the same way sometimes Y/N but i have no idea how you deal with it.. i hate feeling this way..” resting his head on your shoulder the two of you fall silent as you wrap your warm around his shoulder the cool winter air sending a shiver down your spine “oh Kim… why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Glancing down at him the older man shrugs his shoulders as he looks up moments later “i wanted to wait until you got home Y/N the last thing i wanted to do was worry you while you were at work…” slowly nodding a soft smile returns to your lips as you kiss his forehead without warning “you’re right i would of been worried.. but I’m glad we’re talking about this now.. i know how horrible that feeling is, it just sits in the pit of your stomach and it feels like it will never go away.. but just remember Kim you’re extremely handsome, everything about you is perfect in it’s own way and don’t forget I’ll always love you no matter what.. do you know what i do when i feel this way?” Leaning against the railing a look of curiosity floods through his eyes “y-you’re to sweet Y/N i honestly have no idea how i got so lucky.. though now that i think about it i don’t think you’ve ever told me how you deal with these kinds of feelings.. how do you do it..?” Glancing up a light smile returns to your lips “well when i feel this way I usually make myself a cup of tea grab a blanket and find a good book or movie, i find keeping my mind occupied helps though i know you don’t like tea Kim” teasing him a shudder runs down his spine at the thought of the tea “god i hate tea Y/N that shits horrible i have no idea how you drink it.. it’s basically boiled leafs in water..” snickering you stretch your arms out a few seconds later before standing upright once more “oh i know i know I’ve never met someone who hates tea as much as you Kim, though i have the perfect idea how about i make you a cup of coffee and we can curl up and watch your favourite movie?” Stopping the older man glances back at you as he places his hand on the handle “that’s an amazing idea actually Y/N i have the perfect movie in mind do you think you could brew the coffee..? I’ll set the movie up while you do” nodding a light chuckle escapes your lips as the two of you make your way inside the apartment “sounds good to me Kim I’ll be there in a few minutes”

As the time passes laughter fills the medium sized bedroom as the two of you sit in the middle of the bed passing the popcorn between each other “you know i still have no idea where you found this movie Kim but I’ll admit it’s fucking hilarious” passing the bowl of popcorn back a genuine smile curls his lips “ believe it or not Y/N i found it down at that pawn shop near the river it was burried in some random bin full of books and dolls, the owner looked surprised when i brought it up i guess he had forgotten he even had some movies there, though i won’t complain i got it for a really good price” placing the bowl on the nightstand Kim sits on the bed once more as you lean back “huh I’ll have to check out that pawn shop when i can, it’s hard to find movies as it is I’m sure that old guy must have more in those bins of his, maybe we could make a date out of it?” Turning your attention to the older man a light blush spreads through your cheeks as Kim wraps himself up in one of the blankets “hmm.. that sounds like a good idea to me Y/N besides it’s been awhile since we’ve gone on a date, I’d like to apologize for that honestly works just been so hectic lately.. though that’s still no excuse.. now that we both have a few days off I’d like to make it up to you” laying back on the plush bed a soft sigh escapes his lips as his body begins to relax “god i feel so stiff…” frowning slightly at the sudden pain Kim attempts to stretch out his back only to give up a few seconds later “fuck.. looks like I’ll have to get a massage sometime this week..” rolling onto his side a light chuckle escapes your lips as you lay back moments later “oooor i could give you a massage free of charge?” Smirking ever so slightly at the older man, kim feels his cheeks heat up once more as he glances towards you “hmm i feel like you wanna do more than just give me a massage Y/N you have that look in your eye you know” snickering at the sudden offer a sudden pout paints your lips as you cross your arms”i have no idea what your talking about kim” sitting up a few seconds later the older man raises an eyebrow without a second thought “ what can i say your easy to read my love, your cheeks always become a light pink every time you offer to “give me a massage” though i wouldn’t be against the idea it has been awhile..” letting the blanket fall back on the bed he removes the orange bomber without a second thought tossing the worn jacket onto a nearby chair “hey now I’m not THAT easy to read am i…?” Looking up at Kim a loving smile returns to his lips as he pulls out the lotion from the bedside table “sometimes you are it depends on the day Y/N but being easy to read isn’t a bad thing it just means your comfortable” running this thumb over the cap a light shiver runs down his spine as you sit up “of course I’m comfortable with you you dork.. your the sweetest man I’ve ever met after all,even if you like to act like a hard ass at work” teasing him a little you notice the sudden shiver as his body shudders “you alright Kim?” Nodding he glances towards the window as a light sigh echoes through the room “I’m alright Y/N it’s just colder than i thought it’d be..” turning my attention to the snow covered window a light smile returns to my lips “it really is chilly tonight might have to pull out some extra blankets especially if the window is frosting up that bad..” placing your hands on his shoulders a sudden gasp echos though the dimly lit room gently massaging the tense muscles Kim’s body begins to melt into your touch “ Jesus Kim your so tense.. work is really doing a number on you..” teasing him slightly a light pout crosses his face as he glances back at you “what can i say?? Work can be stressful Y/N i have to carry all that bullshit on my shoulders” tossing his white undershirt onto the nearby chair another groan echos through the room as you continue the massage “ well you really aren’t wrong.. i remember hearing that your the only one who does the heavy work, why don’t you lay on your stomach Kim? that way i can work easier” gently kissing his neck a sudden

#disco elysium #Kim Katsuragi x reader #fan fiction #tumblr fucking cut off my shit now i have to do parts I’m so sorry

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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To santa and mrs clause

Its great you two get your talk area here and must be hard with the loads of elves hehehe

Mrs claus whats it like with the kids after some discipline on both dads and some kids

Steve and frank are adorable dorks! ^~^

Lee if i can come there id smack your ass with my shoes same with you lloyd idc if you can talk shit ....try me you little runts Be good to both

Dont mind me being that rough with these two . Got a tendency to be a disciplinarian

💌hello honey!💌

I’m so happy that I started this show! It gets kinda lonely when the men have to work.

It’s okay! not too tough, Ari is the one you have to look out for hehe.

the kids are wonderful, sometimes they misbehave but they really are the sweetest! their fathers on the other hand… are a nuisance but I love them!

Steve — *blushes* thank you…🥺

Frank — *winks* adorable!!!! that’s me, hehehe *gets distracted by tinsel*

Lee — c’mon! fight me! I bet you can’t even throw a punch *boxes the air*

Lloyd — kinky, have you thought of spanking people with shoes often? *sits back and drums his fingers*

don’t mind them! they really are wonderful little guys, I usually distract them with chocolate hehe.

All elves — *turns and looks at her with wide eyes* whaaaa?

love, mrs claus xx

#femefetalevelingupask #imyourbratzdollasks #anons welcome #mrs claus talk show #the mrs claus show #mrs claus #the elves #elf steve rogers #elf frank adler #elf lee bodecker #elf lloyd hansen

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Drummer!Ashton Masterlist

A Ticket to Another World (ao3) - lovealways1990 luke/ashton M, 29k

Summary: When a car crash erases Luke's memories, he wakes up in the year 2014. Only problem..his last memory - testing a new drummer for the band's first gig - is from 2011. Now, he's forced to rely on second-hand accounts and flashbacks to retrieve his memories. Not to mention the new drummer Ashton is making everything incredibly unsettling.

Comment, Like, Subscribe My Heart (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke N/R, 54k

Summary: Youtube!AU in which Luke is a non-binary beauty guru, Michael is the lead singer of Ashton's cover band and Calum thinks gender roles are overrated anyways.

different? no thanks! (ao3) - orphan_account G, 923

Summary: When the band first offered me the drummer position, Ashton thinks, they should've told me it came with the 'caretaker of band/dad of band' role too.

Everything comes back to you... (ao3) - milecgv G, 11k

Summary: “So Cal, I think Ashton might have mentioned something about a gift? From us, to you?” He couldn’t keep his smile at bay while he talked and Calum really didn’t like where this was going.

“Yeah, he might have said something of the sorts…”

“Well, I think I found the perfect gift for you Cal.” He said, giving a small tug on the person’s sleeve and sending him a smile that Calum could only describe as encouraging.

As if in slow motion, Calum watched the man take a deep breath, turning around and punching all the air out of the brunette’s own lungs.

There, in the flesh, dressed in a black suit and tie, same sparkling cerulean eyes and beard instead of exposed tender skin, seventeen years older than the last time he’d seen him, was Luke fucking Hemmings.

i can dance to anything you wanna sing (ao3) - 5_es_oh_es (YouMakeMyHeartCry) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 9k

Summary: "I think I swallowed a fly." He lied, working up the courage to look over again and yup, it was still there. It was a big sign, but simple, unlike most. Plain white card with two short words written in bold purple letters:

Blow job?

Or,

Calum is a bit of a big deal and Michael is a bit of a big dork and Ashton is a fantastic drummer and Luke is kind of just there (as always) and somehow they work.

If You Should Lose Your Way, I'll Be Right There If You Call Out My Name (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Michael may or may not be slightly drunk right now and he also may or may not be standing in a thirty-plus person line to buy a three dollar helium balloon at this music festival. It's some hipster California Coachella wannabe thing that Luke dragged him to because his "totally heart eyes dreamboat" boy-toy Ashton is the drummer of some underground indie band that's playing on the smallest stage possible.

Or: Michael spots Calum at a festival and is a little nervous to directly approach him so he finds another way to do it.

I’m Just The Drummer (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx luke/ashton T, 60k

Summary: Nobody ever gives a shit about the drummer.

Love Like This (ao3) - moonzafi michael/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Being the only female in a all male band is hard, but being the drummer in said band, is even harder.

But Ashley wouldn't change it for the world.

My Cobain Shirt (ao3) - unconditionalcalum michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: the one where the shy boy with the bright hair (Michael) has a hopeless crush on the popular soccer-player-with-a-scholarship (Calum).

Sausage Roll (ao3) - cxmp michael/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Michael Clifford is the hottest and gayest delivery boy on Just Eat's payroll. Really, someone should have warned Ashton.

taking the long way home (ao3) - softirwin luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: “May we have your attention for flight BA8227,” the tinny voice of the announcement says, and Ashton’s stomach sinks. They never announce anything he wants to hear; there’s never any we’ve upgraded hardworking and broke session drummer Ashton Irwin to first class, he’s also been given unlimited air miles and a refund on his overpriced tuna melt. “We are sorry to announce that this flight is delayed by approximately seven hours. This is due to unforeseen adverse weather conditions. I repeat-”

aka their flight is delayed au

The Rhythm Was All I Needed To Hear (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton E, 13k

Summary: "Ashton Irwin was a problem. To say him and Calum didn't get along was an understatement. Calum would grumble and grow sour every time he saw Ashton or whenever his name was mentioned. He couldn’t stand the guy."

Calum is on a summer program in a highly respected music school and he's over the moon. He's not over the moon he met Ashton in the process.

Trouble Is I Can't Find A Way (You're Part of Me) (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 24k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #drummer!ashton #drummer!ashton masterlist #masterlists

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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There's some ho(e)s in this house and its me, secret santa. Just here to harass you as is my RIGHT for the next *counts on fingers* 25 days (my first chapter will go up 12/18 which is the first time I'm LEGALLY allowed to reveal (pull this trench coat open) myself to you.

First of all- how are you?

Do you have a favorite musician? Are you listening to Taylor Swift? What are your favorite songs by her if so?

How do you feel about Eris Vanserra?

What's your favorite holiday?

Aaaaah, I honestly always gein like such a dork when I see your messages. No worries, feel free to harass me haha. I love yor messages

And omg I am soooo excited🥹 I cannot waiiiiiit *happily punching the air right now*

I am fine thank you, just a bit tired. What about you?

I think it is Lana Del Rey (second is probably bring me to horizon) and yes, I am not a huge Swiftie but I do like many of her songs. And favourite of hers Don’t Blame Me and Wildest Dreams.

I looove him— Eris I mean🫠

And Christmas is my favourite holiday

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amylynns-world · 1 year ago

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Rubbed Raw and Reeling

It was the last day of summer camp. Time to celebrate. It was a lame afternoon dance, but magic was in the air. The dorks were getting crunk and the rest of us were getting drunk. And for the first time since I got my braces off, I didn't feel invisible. {C}There it was. The signal. I was hoping he'd do something more inspired like sniff his armpits but Matty had a habit of doing that. A lot. Attention to personal hygiene was just one of Matty's many stellar attributes. He was perfection. Unlike me. I was a hot mess of nerves cause Matty McKibben wanted me, a nobody, to meet him in the utility closet.

It wasn't the inciting incident of some sappy teen special about how I got knocked up on the last day of summer camp. I knew better than to bareback. Our passionate bumping of uglies was a sign. This year would be my year. For once I wouldn't be overlooked. Not with Matty at my...back door. Oh yeah, he let it slip. Not fun.

Change was in the air. I could smell it. There was change and pine-scented cleanser. My lady business was on fire, but somehow admitting my virgin status seemed like a buzzkill. I didn't wanna ruin the moment.

With my d-card safely tucked away in his back pocket, I was sure this was the beginning of something. I couldn't help myself. Matty had cracked my hard candy shell and I was oozing with sticky sweet love. So, I asked him if he wanted to go to sophomore orientation together. To which he responded "You're the "sh*t." So he wasn't a poet. He was still Matty McKibben... and then he hit me with... "but nobody can know that I like you." So....I was still Jenna Hamilton.

When I got home I was looking for a little TLC. My mother always knew when something was wrong...and promptly avoided the conversation. Instead of reading my the face-mail that was obvi in need of being addressed and comforting me- she handed my laundry and a letter. Turned out it was a letter that hurt even more than Matty's blow-off.

"Jenna, as you are now, you could disappear and no one would notice. Below is a list of suggestions you should take into serious consideration. A Friend. Number one: stop being such a pussy."

Whoever wrote the letter didn't pull any punches. It was the truth and the truth hurt.

Sometimes being a teenager makes you want to die.

[[Link title''Italic text]]=== That Girl === When I was initially charting my course to visibility, I really should have defined the kind of visibility I wanted. For two weeks I tried to explain that my accident was just that. An accident. The more I denied it, the more everyone assumed I was in denial. It was a vicious circle. {C}The one person who was noticeably absent from gossiping about my life was Matty McKibben. But I finally had contact with him. It was the first time we had seen each other since my deflowering...and I'd almost forgotten how jacked I looked. He asked if I was okay. It was a complicated question. Even if he hadn't been pulled away by his posse, there probably wasn't time for me to explain everything I was feeling.

But luckily for me, apparently I was gonna have a lot of time to talk about my feelings with my new guidance counselor. Color me excited. We apparently are set to have weekly meetings. And she's "special." She spit my breath mints back in their container and then tried on my lipgloss. Valerie needs her own counselor. She asked me if I had any questions for her. I had about a thousand, but not one of them seemed appropriate. I could only hope that someone would let me off for good behavior really soon so I wouldn't have to spend the entire year dealing with her special brand of insanity.

And then there was Sadie, who I guess was disappointed that I wasn't dead. I never appreciated Sadie's bitchiness, but I understood it. She was hungry.

And she was gonna be in my line of sight for all of lunch because she was in the pep rally. With Matty. All over Matty. But, I was fine. Okay, that's was a lie. I wasn't. Despite all my external wounds, my heart was probably gonna take the longest to heal. And I was tired of the pain. So, rather than wait it out, I had the brilliant idea to jumpstart the healing process. I volunteered for the pep rally. I mean, I totally knew what I was doing. Confession: I had no idea what I was doing. But I couldn't look back. At all. But i can always talk to my best friend. Mia♥

Yet somehow...having people pay even more attention to me was the best stupid idea I ever had. I got in a guy's pants and came out a winner. And more importantly, people saw me as someone other than a total freak.

Except for Sadie, of course. I tried to be nice to her after she lost. She responded in the typical Sadie way: by being an ass. It's true when they say no good deed goes unpunished. But I wasn't gonna let get to me. Things were looking up. Besides my arm.

Being "That Girl" was my new identity. But I won't let it define me. I will define it.

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theboysfromaustin · 2 years ago

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August 4, 2004

Ian stretched out next to Kazuo in bed, eyes shut, a smile on his face. Kazuo watched him. He looked peaceful. Content. Happy with life.

Well, some things can't last.

Kazuo's stomach rumbled, the natural consequence of being lactose intolerant and drinking a ton of strawberry milk, which Ian did not know about. Or the half brick of cheddar. He flopped next to him, close as possible under the blankets, gently stroking his cheek, waiting for the inevitable. He knew Ian would be irritated, but probably not that mad, and he'd definitely be fighting back laughter, proof that, no matter how old you are or how dignified your profession, men will always find farts hilarious.

He pulled Ian closer, lips to his ear to whisper sweet nothings, hands now gripping the blankets, "Hey. Ian." He snorted softly, mumbling. "Wake up. I have a surprise for you." "Mm?" Ian opened one eye, rolling slightly, "What are you…?" He squinted, taking in the grin, the total glee on Kazuo's face, "Oh, you mother-"

The gates of hell opened as Kazuo bolted out from under the covers and yanked the blankets over Ian's head. There was a lot of muffled yelling, but Kazuo was able to pick out a few choice words. He was laughing too hard to care, struggling to keep the blanket pinned down. Ian gagged, fighting for air, annoyed at how well Kazuo was keeping the blankets down.

Kazuo yelped as Ian burst out from under the blankets with a battlecry, pinning the shorter man to the bed. Ian leaned down, nose to nose with him. "Hi." "What, and I emphasize this, the absolute hell is broken in that peanut rattling around in your skull?" "That is a fine question. I love you." "I love you, too, god knows why, you are evil. Your mother wasn't evil. This must have all come from your father."

"Probably," he quickly licked Ian's nose, Ian jerking his head back, "Ah, don't!" But there it was, the twitching of the mouth corners, the lack of eye contact as he struggled not to laugh. Ian composed himself and plopped down on his chest, studying his boyfriend. Then, he took Kazuo's right arm by the wrist. "What are you…?" And then he deftly inserted one of Kazuo's fingers firmly and deeply up his nose, "There we go. Just like your Illinois driver's license." Kazuo exhaled sharply, unable to dislodge his own finger, "Oh. Very mature."

"Says the guy who just Dutch ovened me without mercy."

Kazuo grinned, "And I'll do it again." "Oh, I don't doubt that, because I keep letting you eat dairy, god help me. I think this is punishment for not going into the priesthood. Now I have my own personal demon." "Oooh, sexy priest and his demon boyfriend." "Down, boy," Ian immediately guided Kazuo's other hand up, another finger into his other nostril, "Double-barrelled." Kazuo rolled his eye good-naturedly, voice now nasal, "Do the other lawyers know you're like this?" "You haven't been to one of the attorney-court staff days."

"So you're saying Maureen knows you're a total dork?" "She and Shirley helped me hone my dorkiness." "Oh God, you're perfect." "That almost makes up for being suffocated." "What about the fact that it's after midnight?" "Less so. If you do this in Port Aransas, they may well kick us out of the hotel." "Fine, I'll refrain from dairy. In copious amounts."

"Good man," Ian rolled off him, punching him good-naturedly in the shoulder as Kazuo popped his fingers from his nose. Ian sighed, eyes shut, "I hate admitting that you're hilarious, because it just spurs you to be more evil." "That's sweet." "Man, we're weird." "I know." "At least we're interesting."

"Well…one way to put it."

#oc #original character

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killerandhealerqueen · 1 year ago

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Thank you for the tag my beloved! @evil-moonlight

favorite color: green (mainly dark/emerald/forest green)

last song:

Are we surprised? No we are not

last series: Hmm...last series that I watched I think was the first season of Gifted (jdrama). I really like it, I think it's really interesting and I'm waiting for the second season to finish airing/subbing before I watch it

last movie: Elemental. I really enjoyed that movie, I thought it was cute and I do love a good "enemies to lovers"/"forbidden love" kind of thing. When I first heard about it, I thought it was stupid but then I actually watched it and I'm like "Oh...oh it's not stupid at all".

sweet/savory/spicy: savory, sweet, then spicy. I can't really handle a whole lot of spicy things...I like them, but just not a lot. I like to be able to taste my food, not just taste fire

currently watching: Killer and Healer, to no surprise of anyone. Also the Apothecary Diaries and Spy x Family Season 2. I love the Apothecary Diaries, oh my fucking god (I loved it so much I turned it into a Killer and Healer au. Also to no surprise of anyone). Also Evilive. I need to get back to watching it, I'm behind in my liveblogs

other stuff i watched this year: Oh this list might be long uh...My Journey to You (I am still shocked at how much I loved this drama, my god. It's so good), Stand By Me (a bromance republican era drama that doesn't end with one or both dead but actually with a happy ending?! Hello?! Killer and Healer could have had this you fucks), Love is Written in the Stars (I really only watched this for Ian Yi and Patrick Quan and I loved their characters. The story itself wasn't bad but uh...too much misunderstanding/miscommunication for my taste. Like holy shit, fucking talk to each other damn it), Pledge of Allegiance (we do love a good bromance but my god was this shit dark at times), Desire Catcher (also surprised at how much I liked this one but I think because it was an amalgamation of like...a lot of my favorite crime dramas), Order of the Sommelier (I loved this drama....so much), As Long as We Both Shall Live (the live-action movie of My Happy Marriage and I loved that movie. It's like Cinderella but with supernatural gifts. Sign me the fuck up), Bokura no Shokutaku (one of my favorite mangas got a live-action adaptation and it's just so sweet/heartfelt and I just love it), Avataro Sentai Donbrothers (my first tokusatsu that I watched because of @scoups4lyfe and I surprisingly liked it more than I thought I would, just because I was never a power rangers kid growing up) and finally The Uncanny Counter 2: Counter Punch (my god I missed these dorks and this season did not disappoint).

shows i dropped this year/didn't finish: I don't think there's been any show so far that I haven't finished/dropped...that I know of. I'm really picky about my shows so I won't just start something unless I know I'm going to enjoy it

currently working on: So I've got five active WIPs right now, my Killer and Healer rewrite, my Apothecary Diaries au, Wild Roses and Pretenders (lord x doctor, Killer and Healer), CSI: Jing City (csi au), and Oil and Water (my first CSI: Miami fic). Also working on getting a job (but I've had two successful interviews so now we're just waiting to see who calls me back)

currently listening to:

I blasted this song on the way to both of my interviews and it really pumped me up (and it's just really fucking catchy, Riot does really fucking good songs)

currently reading: Uh, the Apothecary Diaries manga and all of my own fics (because I don't really read other people's fics on ao3, mainly because I've written so much and everything I want is in my fics so...)

current obsession: The Apothecary Diaries and Killer and Healer. These two go hand in hand and I'm so glad I decided to check out the anime because I am obsessed

tagging (always no pressure, babes): @zennialemo @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @writerwithoutsound @hils79 @nineninepetals @marulo @dramaloverrants @fourth-quartet and anyone else who wants to play!

thank you @luke-skywalkrs and @crowleydiaz for the tag!! these are 2 slightly different tags so i put them together hehe

tag someone you want to know and/or some of your besties.

favourite colour: bluuue

last song: not sure but i was listening to talk's new album last night, so a sonmg from the tracklist

last series: class of '07 (underrated, this show was a fun surprise)

last movie: the eras tour movie

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury and sweet are pretty equal, and spicy super close as well

currently watching: lol just a silly dating show

other stuff I watched this year: honestly i haven't watched a lot of stuff this year lol, which is definitely a weird thing for me

shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: ted lasso (i plan to finish it tho)

currently working on: a buck + yellow set

currently listening to: nothing at the moment, but lately i've been listening to noah kahan and hozier a lot

currently reading: i finished a fucking great fanfic yesterday and i don't know where to go from there haha so nothing at the moment

current obsession: oh probably hozier tbh

tagging (no pressure!): @aziraaphales @tawaifeddiediaz @negansmiith @disasterdiaz @laurabenanti @lightasthesun @bellamyblakru @sophiadimartino @folk-fae @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @heartshapedvows

#tag game #get to know me #Spotify

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leossmoonn · 2 years ago

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Girl Crush

masterlist

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - enjoy this monstrosity I typed up.

summary - while dating steve, you managed to develop a crush on robin

warnings / includes - mild language, little suggestive, underage drinking (although you all are 18+), food consumption, cheating, kissing, fighting, mentions of biphobia, little bit of body image issues. sorry for all my steve lovers <3

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*gif isn’t mine*

She’s perfect, Robin thinks. Her eyes follow you as you throw a stick for your dog to catch. She’s mesmerized by you: your laugh, smile, the way you seem to float while walking or running. She can’t tear her eyes away.

But she’s forced to, especially when Steve sits down next to her. She lets out a little sigh, averting her eyes away from you and looking down at her lap. It’s probably for the best, she figures. She doesn’t want you thinking she’s a creep.

"I have your lemonade!" Steve shouts at you. "Okay!" you grin. You throw the stick for your dog to catch, jogging over to Steve. "Thanks, Stevie."

"No problem, honey," he smiles, leaning over and pecking your lips.

Robin gags at the two of you, but not for the reasons you both think.

"Someone a little jealous?" Steve smirks. "In your dreams. Any sane girl would run away from you. Uh, n-no offense, Y/n," Robin stammers.

"None taken. I guess that just makes me crazy," you giggle. You put your hand on Steve's chest and kiss him more, leaning into him as he slips his hand around your waist.

Robin keeps her eyes down, heart sinking into her chest as you basically crush her dreams in five seconds.

“Hey, Robin, do you want to play ultimate frisbee?” you ask her.

She looks up at you, checking you out swiftly. You’re wearing a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that’s tucked into your jeans. Red sunglasses cover your eyes from the bright sun, and your hair is up and out of your face. Your skin is glowing from sweat and sunscreen. Long story short, you look like an angel.

“Oh, you don’t want me to play sports,” Robin chuckles. “Aw, c’mon,” you pout. “It’ll be fun! Plus, you can’t be worse than Steve.”

“Hey! I’m good at ultimate frisbee!” Steve exclaims. “Yeah, okay, babe,” you pat his chest. You turn back to Robin and hold out your hand, lowering your head and causing your sunglasses to slip down the bridge of your nose. Between your smile and your captivating eyes, Robin couldn’t deny you. She never would be able to. She’s embarrassingly whipped.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Robin sighs. She slips her hand into yours and pulls herself up. She’s just a little taller than you from standing on the bottom step of the deck. Her heartbeat fills her ears as she realizes how close she is to you. Her knees almost buckle at your smirk.

“Me and you against Steve and Leo?” you suggest. “Y-Yeah, sure. Girls against boys. Woo, go feminism!” Robin pumps her free fist in the air.

She’s surprised that she makes you laugh, but she enjoys the sound.

“You’re hilarious, Buck.” you lightly punch her shoulder. “More like a dork,” Steve snorts.

Robin rolls her eyes at Steve. “At least I don't sing every song from Grease.”

“It’s a great musical, okay? I love Danny’s hair,” Steve explains himself. “Yeah, we know. He’s like, your hair idol,” Robin snorts.

“Okay, kids, play nice!” you grab the frisbee and walk to stand next to Robin.

“Sorry. He’s so annoying sometimes,” Robin mutters. “It’s okay, he can be grouchy sometimes,” you shrug.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robin mutters. “And stop saying sorry. You should have nothing to be sorry for,” you say.

Robin stares at you with wide eyes. “Okay. Sorry. Oh, shit. Sorry. I mean —”

“Starting now,” you chuckle. Robin lets out a breathy laugh and nods. “Right. Um, thanks.”

“Thank me later when we win,” you wink. Robin’s heart flutters and her throat becomes dry, both from you and the heat. “I-I definitely will.”

A couple of days later, Robin sees you again while she’s at work.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. Steve isn’t in today,” Robin greets you.

“I know. He’s hanging out with Dustin,” you say.

“Oh. What’re you doing here, then? Do you, um, need a movie to watch?” Robin asks.

You smile, “no, I’m here to see you, silly.” Robin audibly gasps. “M-Me? Um, why?”

“Don’t act all surprised! We’re friends, right?”

Robin gulps harshly and nods. “Yeah, yeah. We are.”

“Glad you agree!” you prance up to the front counter and rest your elbows on it, leaning forward to talk to Robin. You’re so close to her, she can smell the bubblegum that you’re chewing. It takes everything in her to not lean in further.

“So, I was wondering if you’re free this Friday,” you say.

“I should be. Why?” she asks. “Well, Steve’s 20th is coming up and I was hoping you’d be open to helping me plan,” you explain.

If Robin was drinking something, she would have spit it out. Instead, her stomach drops to the floor and she becomes nervous again — as if she’s not always nervous in your presence.

“I know I don’t know you too well, so planning parties might not be your thing, but I don’t want to do it myself. And I can’t ask Max because I don’t want to stress her out more after everything with Vecna, and Nancy and I aren’t exactly on the best terms, so —”

“Yes!” Robin shouts, a little too loud for her liking. Your eyes widen and your lips upturn into a satisfied smile. “Great! I love your enthusiasm, by the way.”

“U-um, thank you. Anyways, yeah, I would love to plan his party. Nothing like his best friend and, uh, girlfriend planning it, right?” Robin laughs shyly.

“Exactly what I was thinking!” you nod excitedly. “So, whenever you’re off work today, can you call me when you’re free so we can start planning and setting up decorations and stuff?”

“Yeah, sure,” Robin replies. “Groovy!” you laugh. You immediately face palm, heat rising up your neck. “I mean, awesome. I’m sorry. I’m hanging out with my dad too much.”

Now it’s Robin’s turn to act all confident and tease you a little bit. She thinks it’s so cute when you get all embarrassed and duck your head down. You’re never like this. You’re always so sure of yourself, but there are times where you feel like you’ve gone too far and embarrassed yourself. Robin always finds herself enjoying those times the most. She thinks that she’s seeing the real you, behind the mom act you put on for the kids.

“It’s cool you hang out with your dad,” Robin says.

Your eyes light up. “You think so?” Robin nods, “totally. Being with family is nice.”

Something shifts in the air between you two. You both can feel it. Both of your hearts race as you stare into each other’s eyes. You both can’t seem to avert your gazes this time.

Usually, you’ve got your staring at Robin under control. You usually give her glances or take your chance to gaze when she’s talking, which is the most natural and discreet way to admire her. It’s not like you like her. You just thought that she was pretty. And to be fair, her outfits are always super cute. Plus, you have a boyfriend, Steve, whom you love very much and have plans to marry someday.

You are the first one to break out of your daze. You take a couple of steps back, needing fresh air. All you can smell is Robin’s shampoo, and it’s driving you crazy.

“So, call me, yeah?” you ask. “Yeah, of course. See you, Y/n,” Robin gives you a shy wave.

You flash a friendly smile. “Bye, Buck.”

The next couple of days are the hardest for you two. It’s more difficult than anything you’ve had to endure, and you both managed to escape the supernatural last year.

Robin’s feelings for you only grow stronger. Her head feels like it’s about to explode if she doesn’t tell you, but to keep the friendship, she holds her tongue.

As for you, it’a nothing out of the ordinary. Except when you two take breaks and chill on the couch listening to music.

When you’re decorating, you’re able to distract yourself and think about Steve. You always have a smile on your face, thinking about Steve’s reaction and how big his eyes are going to be. How bright his smile will shine. But when you’re across from Robin, able to smell her shampoo and trace every feature on her face, Steve suddenly goes away. It’s as if he never exists, honestly. But you keep reminding yourself that he does and that you don’t like Robin.

Even if you did like Robin, what could you do about it? Who would ever believe you if you say that you like both guys and girls? You’re positive your sexuality hasn’t been excepted yet.

You also don’t know if Robin likes you or not. The signs are there, but Robin has always been an awkward person. You figure that she usually acts like this. She does, but in the back of your mind, you know she behaves just a tad bit different around you.

“The place looks great,” Robin comments as she looks at all the decorations. “Steve is going to be pleasantly surprised.”

“Thank you. And I couldn’t have done this without you. Who knew decorating for a birthday party was actually a two-person job?” You chuckle.

“Always here to help,” Robin smiles.

You hum in reply, slowly tearing your eyes away from hers and looking down at your hands. You fidget with your thumbs, pushing back the aching feeling in your chest. You tell yourself it’s because you miss Steve, but you know that’s not true.

“So, um, you’re a year younger than Steve?” Robin asks.

“Yep,” you nod. “Crazy how he’s already 20. I remember knowing him when we were 10.”

Robin’s brows raise. “Woah, seriously? What was he like? You have to tell me all of his dirty secrets now.”

You giggle, “I don’t remember much, honestly. But I do know that 10-year-old Steve was sweet and kind and a people pleaser. It wasn’t until high school when he became the jackass we’ve all grown to know and love.”

“He’s not so much anymore. Probably because he’s with you,” Robin smiles.

“True. And thank you, but a lot of things have happened to make him change.”

Robin nods in agreement. “So, when did you two start dating?”

“Um, end of our senior” you answer.

“How come you guys didn’t date before?”

“Are you kidding? I mean, you know how bad Steve was. No offense to him at all. He’s my best friend, but I knew his type. I wasn’t about to get myself heart broken. I was just waiting for the right time, and when it showed up, I took my opportunity. Now here I am,” you smile dreamily.

You remember the first time you told Steve you liked him. It was the most nerve-racking thing you’d ever done, but you’re thankful you did it. Turns out, Steve had liked you all along but never felt good enough for you. But everything seemed to line up and you two were able to get together. Funny how things work.

Robin can’t look away from you, even though it shatters her heart. You look so happy just thinking about Steve.

She attempts to ignore her feelings for you, push them away and keep them locked up forever. Who is she to ruin a perfect relationship? Plus, you don’t even like girls. It’s a lose-lose situation.

Harrington 2, Buckley 0, Robin remarks to herself.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “I can get a little um… carried away thinking about Steve.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. He’s a great guy. I-I would too, if I was, uh, with him.” Robin cringes at her words, hoping you don’t take them wrong. Luckily, you don’t. You know Robin doesn’t like Steve any more than a friend.

“I’m a lucky girl,” you grin. “What about you, Buck? Meet any nice people in Hawkins?”

Robin’s cheeks dust pink. She ducks her head down so you can’t see, but you very much still can.

“Uh, no. No one here interests me,” she answers.

“Understandable. Everyone here is either old enough to be our parents, or is still in that asshole phase from high school,” you sigh.

“Maybe they need a supernatural experience to change them,” Robin chuckles. You laugh with her. “That’ll do the trick.”

Silence falls over you two. You lean against the back of your couch, closing your eyes to rest.

“A-Are you tired? We can stop for today if you need a nap,” Robin suggests.

“Hmm, that sounds tempting,” you say. “I still have to wrap Steve’s gifts, though. I don’t want to do that on the day of the party.”

“Right,” Robin nods. “How about you take a nap, and I can wrap them?”

You open your eyes and look at her. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she smiles softly. “Consider it a thank you for being my friend.” She curses herself in her head for how cheesy she sounds, but it’s true.

You smile and lean over, placing your hand onto hers. “Don’t thank me. You’re awesome, Robin. If anything, I thank you for being my friend.”

Robin’s heart pounds and her body becomes warm from your touch. She can’t stop looking at your hand that’s placed on top of hers. Your skin is so soft and your hold is gentle.

“Consider us both lucky, then,” she breathes out.

You slip away, standing up and stretching. The top of your shirt rides up your stomach and Robin tries her hardest not to stare. She keeps her eyes trained on your carpet, waiting until you’re done to look at you.

You take a little too long to stretch, but not on accident. You can feel Robin’s stare, and you like it. You find yourself wanting her to reach out to you, to hold your hand again. As you drop your arm, guilt and shame fill you. What is wrong with me? you think. I have a boyfriend, for God’s sake.

“If you’re hungry, help yourself. I’ll see you later,” you say, flashing her a little smile before quickly walking to your room.

Robin sits dumbfounded. Is it just her or are you acting weird? Usually, you aren’t so detached. Robin worries if she said something wrong, but she can’t think of anything wrong that she said. Maybe you’re just tired, she hopes.

Robin rummages through your supply closet and finds the wrapping paper. She finds your gifts on the kitchen table and gets to work.

You had bought Steve one gift and made him one yourself. The gift you bought him was a new pair of sneakers that he’s been wanting forever, but he hasn’t had the chance to shop for them yet. And the gift you made him was one of those car decorations you can hang on the review mirror. It was a little picture frame of you two. Steve’s arm was wrapped around you while you were kissing his cheek, huge smiles on both of your faces. In the back of the frame, you wrote “I love you always”.

This makes Robin feel even more stupid for having a crush on you.

She carefully puts the picture in a little box you had set aside for it. She wraps both of the presents to the best of her ability. She sets them on top of each other on the kitchen table and got up to put her shoes on and get her jacket. She wants to stay, but she has no reason to. You’re asleep and it wasn’t her house to just do whatever in. Robin leaves your house with a heavy heart, hoping that whenever you awake, you’ll call her.

When you wake up, you’re a little disappointed that Robin left. You hoped that she would stay and you two could hang out more, but you understand why she left.

You put on a pair of shorts and one of Steve’s shirts you had stolen. You walk into the kitchen, wanting to get yourself something to eat, but the flashing red light on your answering machine caught your attention. You play the two messages that were left. One is from Robin and another from Steve.

“Hey, it’s Robin. Um, I wrapped the gifts for you. I hope you like how I did it. If not, you can totally redo it yourself. I’m not a pro-wrapper or anything.”

Her words make you laugh. You sit on the couch and lean on the ledge to continue listening.

“Anyways, I’m calling because I think I left my wallet at your house. It’s blue with a picture of my mom and me in the front pocket. I’m not sure where I left it, but if you could find it that would be great. And if you don’t mind dropping it off for me at work tomorrow? Or you can just have Steve give it to me if that’s easier. Thanks for having me over again. See you later.”

You play Steve’s message while you’re looking for Robin’s wallet.

“Hey, honey, it’s Steve. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie tonight? Thanks to Max, I realize I have been a terrible boyfriend and haven’t taken you on a date in a while. If you listen to this before 6, I’d like to take you out at 7. How does dinner and a movie sound? Call me back and let me know if you want to. I love you!”

Your heart warms at his message. He’s right, you two haven’t been on a date in forever, but it wasn’t his fault entirely. The world was falling apart again, and you all had to be the ones saving it. But you’re overjoyed that he asked you out, anyways. You already make up your mind without hesitation.

You find Robin’s wallet, deciding to give it to Steve when he picks you up tonight. You call Steve back and get ready for your date. Steve shows up at your door 30 minutes later with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Oh, for me?” You gasp as you look at the flowers. “Mhm. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady,” he flashes you his charming smile.

“How did I get to lucky?” You hum contently. You walk outside of your house and close the door quickly so Steve doesn’t see the decorations. Of course, Steve is confused.

“Aren’t you gonna put the flowers in a vase?” He asks.

“Yes, I will later. But I just want to get this date on already!” You explain. You weren’t lying, per se, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“Good choice. Let’s go, shall we?” He asks.

You nod eagerly, wrapping your hands around his arm as you two walk to his car. You kiss him sweetly as he opens the door for you.

“So, what are we seeing?” You ask. “Well, I know you were super mad that you couldn’t see Footloose when it came out, so I decided to rent the movie,” he explains.

“Really?” You ask, your eyes lighting up in excitement. “Yep. But first, I’ll take you to dinner,” he says.

“Ah, Steve! You’re the best!” You lean over in your seat, grabbing his face gently and kissing him. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He cradles your neck, leaning into you and allowing him to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan of his name as his other hand grasps your thigh. All you can smell and taste is him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You whine as he pulls away, need growing inside you.

“You’ll get what you want tonight,” he winks. “I better. I haven’t gotten any alone time with you in like, forever,” you chuckle.

“Don’t worry. Tonight we’ll do everything we haven’t gotten the chance to do the last couple of months.” He slips his hand into yours and kisses every one of your knuckles.

And just like that, any doubt or looming feeling of guilt disappears. You soon forget about your encounters and thoughts about Robin, Steve stealing your heart for the hundredth time.

But that didn’t last for long.

The next day, which is Steve’s birthday, you’re reminded by your confusing feelings for Robin.

“Hey, it’s Robin again. Thank you for having Steve return my wallet. I would have literally died without it. I’ll see you tonight. I’ll make sure to keep Steve in the dark!”

You sigh as her message finishes. A part of you feels happy that she called you, but another part of you feels dread.

Last night with Steve was amazing. He was right, you two did get to do everything you’ve missed out on. He rented Footloose, making a makeshift drive-in theatre in his backyard. He even made you your favorite dessert, reminding you of how much he loves you. And you two ended the night wrapped up in blankets, bodies molded into each other, lips never becoming detached. It was truly magical.

But then you woke up and you had to go home. You had to say goodbye to Steve and go back to being torn between two people.

It shouldn’t even be a question of who you like more. Steve makes you the happiest girl in the world. He makes you feel so special and he’s always giving his 101%. But then there’s Robin. And she’s different.

She makes you happy as well. You feel as though it’s a little easier being with her, whether that’s her being a girl, too, or not, you have no idea. But she makes you laugh and you find yourself always wanting to spend time with her. You won’t deny, that you felt sparks when you touched her hand yesterday, too.

It’s all just so confusing. You’ve never had to choose between two people before. But you decide that it’s normal to be attracted to other people, especially when they’re a new person and it can seem exciting. But your heart lies with Steve, and it always will.

You’re running around the house to prepare all the food for the party. The kids are already there helping you. All you’re waiting for now is Robin and Steve to walk through the door.

You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine anxiously. You’ve never been so nervous about something. Not even when you were always on the verge of death last year. You didn’t know why, but you had a bad feeling about tonight.

“Hey, you okay?” Max asks, sensing your uneasiness. “Yeah,” you nod, not making eye contact with her.

“You’re obviously not,” Max rolls her eyes. “Don’t hide things, Y/n. You know how that turned out for me.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you frown. She shrugs with a smile. “It’s my trauma. I can joke about it.”

You sigh, “I suppose so.” “What’s got you beat?” Max pushes.

“I can’t tell you,” you shake your head. “I tell you everything about my life,” Max says.

“True, but this is very complicated, Max.”

“Try me.”

You close your magazine and lay your head on the top of the couch. “I… I think I —”

“Guys, they’re here!” Dustin shouts. You look up at the ceiling, thanking whoever was up there for the change of subject.

“You’re not off the hook,” Max pokes you. “We’ll see about that,” you remark.

The kids hide behind the kitchen counter while you let Robin and Steve in. You swing the door open, your eyes immediately staring at Steve. He's wearing a white sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark-wash jeans.

“Hey, why did Robin —” Steve starts to say, but gets interrupted by everyone else.

“Surprise!” You all shout. You take Steve’s hand, rushing him into your house.

“Happy birthday, baby!” You beam. Steve stares at everything in shock. “Holy shit. Y-You did all of this?” “With a little help,” you flash a smile at Robin. You get stuck on her for a moment. She looks hot. Her hair is actually in a different style, half-up-half-down. She’s black jeans and a Cyndi Lauper graphic t-shirt that’s tucked into her skirt. You can’t help but notice her curves that are accentuated by the belt she’s wearing. You lick your lips subconsciously before setting your attention on Steve.

“Thank you so much,” Steve smiles at you. “I am such a lucky guy.” He scoops you up in his arms and kisses you, lifting you and spinning you around. You hum contently as your eyes flutter shut, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your fingers into his hair.

He sets you down with a big smooch on your cheek. “I love you so much,” he whispers.

You giggle and hug him tightly. “I love you so much more.” You shut your eyes and kiss his jaw. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Robin’s frown. She’s looking down at the floor, playing with her belt. You pull away from Steve's grasp, turning to the kids.

“Who’s hungry? We have ribs, mashed potatoes, potato salad, beer, for the adults, and soda for the kids,” you say.

“I’m basically 18, Y/n!” Dustin exclaims. “You can’t drive a car, Dusty. Talk to me about drinking when you can do that,” you snort.

“Do you mind if I eat? I’m starving,” Steve says. “Not at all. It’s all for you, sweetie,” you smile.

“Awesome. Again, you’re the best.” He pecks your cheek, his hand slipping off of your back. He goes over to talk to the kids while you stay near Robin.

“You look great, by the way,” you smile. Her eyes light up and she looks at her outfit up and down. “You think so?”

“Yep. I gotta say, though, your Scoops Ahoy outfit looked better,” you joke. “I should get it back out then. I might have it still,” Robin grins.

“If you can get Steve to wear it, too, that would be awesome,” you say. “I’m pretty sure he burned it,” Robin smirks.

“Ah, bummer,” you feign disappointment.

Silence falls on you two again. You keep your eyes locked onto Steve while Robin is shamelessly admiring you.

“You should eat before the food is all gone,” you say. “I’m okay. I ate before I came,” she says.

“I’ll make sure to save a piece of cake then,” you say. “Did you make that, too?” She asks.

“No,” you chuckle. “I can cook, but for some reason I can’t bake.”

“Well, I can’t cook or bake, so you’re better than I am,” Robin chuckles. “I can teach you how to cook if you want,” you offer.

“That would be fun. But I might blow up your kitchen,” Robin jokes. You shrug and look at your walls and cabinets. “It needs a remodel anyways.”

Robin opens her mouth to reply, but she’s interrupted by Lucas and Dustin.

“Dance party!” Lucas shouts. Dustin turns on the radio, blaring it as loudly as everyone’s ears can take.

Steve slides over to you, putting his hand out. “May I have this dance, beautiful?”

You slip your hand into his. “Yes, you may.” You give a little wave to Robin before dancing with Steve. You wrap your arms around his neck as he grips your hips. You sway to the beat, staring into each other eyes.

“You look so pretty,” he compliments. You smile widely. “And you look handsome. Is this a new sweater?”

“Yep. I bought it for myself for my birthday.”

“Well look at you spoiling yourself.”

“You know me. I live the lavish life.”

You take in a deep breath after you laugh. Steve is grinning from ear to ear. “I love that sound.”

“Well, you seem to be very good at making it,” you giggle. “Good,” he states. He leans in to you and kisses your jaw lovingly. “I bet I’m good at making other sounds, too.”

“Steve! The kids are here!” You poke his shoulder. He chuckles and pulls back. “I know. I just want you to be prepared for tonight.”

“Oh?” You raise your brow. “And whats happening tonight?”

“Well, I am going to thank you for all your hard work by putting in my own work.”

“Oh, Steve,” you hum. “You always have such a way with words. I cannot wait.”

“Good, because I am —”

“Sorry,” Robin mutters as she pushes past the both of you. You step back from Steve, watching as Robin is holding her mouth and rushing to the bathroom.

“Is she okay?” Steve asks. “I-I don’t know. You don’t mind me checking on her, do you?” You ask.

“Not at all. I can have a dance battle with Dustin,” Steve grins. You chuckle and kiss him lovingly, pressing yourself into him to give the kiss more meaning. “Have fun with that.”

Your hand lingers onto Steve’s as you walk away. You put your ear to the bathroom door and knock softly.

“Hey, Robin. It’s me, Y/n. Are you okay?” You ask.

“U-Uh, yeah. Just an upset stomach,” she answers. “Do you need any help? Can I come in?” You ask.

“Yeah, sure.” You hear the toilets flush and the door unlock, signaling you to step in. You shut the door behind you, sighing as you see Robin on the floor, holding her stomach and head as she leans against the bathtub.

You sit down across from her, leaning over and putting your hand to her forehead. “No fever,” you say. “What did you eat on the way here?”

“A bag of Doritos. And then I tried to have a beer, and well, here we are,” she sighs.

“Robin,” you sigh. “I don’t know if you’ve ever drank, but I think it’s common knowledge to never drink on an empty stomach.”

“I know, but these jeans are so tight,” she complains. “Who the hell cares about that? I think you look fantastic,” you say.

“Yeah, but I… I wanted to look nice,” she pouts.

You smile softly and take her hands into hers. “Robin, look at me.”

She slowly lifts her head, butterflies flattering as you say her name. Her lips are so red from being wiped and her eyes are watering from vomiting. There’s a light blush that paints her cheeks, making her freckles pop.

“In the couple of months I have known you, I never thought you to be the one to care about that stuff. And I mean, you have no reason to. You’re so pretty. But anyway, if the jeans are too tight, then all you need to do is lose the belt. Or hell, even take it off. I promise that you’ll look just as great as you did with the belt off,” you assure her.

Robin gives you a thankful smile. “I appreciate it, Y/n, but that’s not the reason why. I mean, I do have insecurities, but that’s not the root problem here.”

“Oh,” you sit up. “I’m so sorry for assuming. I - God, I’m such an idiot,” you mutter.

Robin sits up and shakes her head furiously. “No, no! I wasn’t offended. It was really sweet. And it was my fault, I didn’t stop you or anything.”

“Thank you, I’m glad I didn’t make you mad. Anyways, do you mind telling me what is the issue?” You ask.

“I… I shouldn’t,” Robin shakes her head. You nod, “I understand. Well, are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, much,” she smiles. “Thank you for coming in here. I’m sorry for making your bathroom smell like throw-up.”

“Nothing a little air freshener can’t do,” you pat her hand.

Robin sighs and leans against your bathtub again. “You should go back out there. It’s Steve’s birthday and you’re his girlfriend.”

“I'm pretty sure he’s busy losing to Dustin in their dance battle,” you chuckle. “Can you believe he’s a grown man?” Robin snorts.

You shake your head. “It shocks me every day.”

Robin laughs, looking at you through hooded eyes. “You really should go.”

“Okay,” you agree. “But not without you.” You stand up, bringing Robin up with you.

“I’ll make sure to eat something before I drink,” Robin says. “Good idea,” you smirk.

“Can I brush my teeth first?” she asks. “For sure,” you nod. You pull out a spare toothbrush from the sink cabinet. You lean against the wall and wait for her to finish. You stare at her figure in the mirror. She looks like one of those marble statues in the museums.

“Thanks,” she says as she rinsed her mouth. “Let’s go.” Robin takes a step toward the door, but you stop her. “One second. Let me just —” you unbuckle her belt and throw it to the ground. The jeans puff out slightly, making her look more comfortable.

“Thank you,” Robin breathes out. “Of course. Always happy to help,” you smile, looking back at her from the belt.

Time stops again and the air between you two becomes tense and thick. You’re still holding Robin’s hand, and don’t realize it until she tightens her grip on yours. You gaze into her pretty brown eyes, dropping your eyes down to her lips. They’re the perfect shade of pink and look so incredibly soft.

“Y/n,” Robin whispers. Your eyes flicker back to hers. “Yeah?” You breath out.

“You were the reason why I wanted to look nice,” she confesses. Your heart leaps out of your chest. “R-Really?”

You watch as her eyes seem to switch between yours and your lips in slow motion.

“Yes,” she nods. She takes a step closer, the tops of your noses rubbing against each other. “I like you a lot. And I know you’re dating Steve and you don’t like girls, but it’s killing me. Y-You’re killing me, Y/n.”

Her words echo in your spinning head. This is like a dream come true for you. A girl you like finally likes you back. You can’t just disregard this. But before you can think of a logical reply, your mouth speaks for you.

“I like girls,” you spit out. “I-I like girls, and I like you, too.”

“Seriously?” Robin gasps. You smile, “yes.”

“Am I dreaming?” Robin asks. “I don’t know, Robin? Wanna see?” you propose.

Her heart flutters as you say her name. “H-How?” Robin asks.

You lean in slowly, sliding your fingers between her belt loops and pull her hips flush against yours. Her body against yours light a fire inside of you. She blushes heavily at the gesture, wrapping her arms around your back.

You keep eye contact as you’re about to kiss her. Robin’s eyes flutter close as your lips brush against hers. Sparks fly between you two as you fully press your lips onto hers. A thrill runs up your spine as her lips move with hers. You’re right, they are incredibly soft, and fit yours so well.

Robin’s free hand reaches up to your face and cups your jaw, bringing you in closer and kissing you deeper. Your arm wraps around her waist and you pull her flush against you. She hums into your mouth, gripping the back of your head.

“Y/n, what the hell!” Lucas exclaims.

You and Robin jump apart, absolutely horrified. You’re thankful that Steve isn’t there, but Max and Lucas are.

“Oh,” Max gasps. “So, this is what was so complicated.”

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