#Watch me change it again tmr..

[icecreamcake0]

JUST CHANGED MY PFP

(THE OLD ONE)

NEW ONE 🤯

i wanted more simplistic andddddddd i love april

[rashfordian]

daily shuffle ting 📸

[ugotcooneycrossed]

a christmas education • kyra cooney-cross

a/n: little something based off this since its christmas tmr

you're determined to educate your girlfriend on all things christmas

------------------------------------------------------------the build up to an appropriate time to blast christmas music has you buzzing. having been on the team for two years now- everyone has promptly banned you from anything christmas related until december first. a rule in place after your first year with the team, when you rocked up to training donning a santa hat, singing jingle bells at the top of your lungs, two days after halloween.

so, the moment your alarm sounds on the first of december- you shoot up in bed, in your excitement, you momentarily forget your girlfriend spent the night, and you send her tumbling out of bed.

leaning over the other side you smile at her sheepishly- she's sprawled out on the floor, face hidden in the mass of blankets she brought down with her.

"oops- sorry ky."

she sends you a thumbs up- sitting up fully now. her hair still messy and yawning.

"come on kyra- it's christmas time!"

"it's only the first baby."

"umm yeah- the first of december! now come on-there is so much christmas music we can listen to from now until training."

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"tell me baby- do you recognise me?! its been a year, it doesnt surprise me!"

"oh god- here she comes."

you dance into the change rooms- invisible microphone in hand. your christmas sweater-complete with flashing lights, bells, and a protruding, squeaky, red nose- jingles as you shimmy your way to your locker.

"merry christmas everyone!"

kyra comes in after you- dragging her feet, she stops at lia, whispering in the older woman's ear.

"why didnt you tell me she's crazy?"

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you steal the gym speaker before anyone else can-connecting your phone and ignoring the groans that ring out.

"babe! what's your favourite christmas song?"

"uhh- i don't know."

"what do you mean, you dont know?!"

"if im being honest (y/n), i dont know much about christmas stuff."

kyra shrugs-brushing off it off, smiling at you. but when she see's your mouth hanging open- eyes bewildered and unresponsive, her smile faulters.

"babe?"

"what do you mean, 'you dont know much' about christmas kyra!"

"dunno- just never really thought much about it."

"we- i need to fix this."

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"so, first we decorate the tree- yes i did take everything off, so we can do it all over again together and listen to all the christmas music possible, then we're going to decorate gingerbread houses and watch all the christmas movies."

you smile proudly- standing in front of your now bare christmas tree.

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"rudolph the red nose reindeer- something, something, some-something."

kyra sings softy under her breath- moving around the tree- hanging the ornaments on gently.

finally, you reach down- handing her the star, and nodding to the top of the tree.

"you want me to put this on?"

"yeah!"

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"okay- so we'll start with the grinch- and then see where we get from there!"

you watch kyra decorate and watch the movie with a grin- something about kyra loving the grinch just makes so much sense.

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"done!"

you look up from yours- the final touches perfecting your house, you look at her's, then yours, then back to hers.

she's brandishing it to you proudly- grinning at you with frosting around her lips.

the roof of her house has collapsed in- some of her gummy lollies half bitten and stuck to random parts of the house. most of the frosting probably eaten instead of holding together the walls of her house.

"its beautiful?"

"thanks! i know right!"

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"now this is my favourite part of christmas."

you take her hand- leading her to your bedroom, the door open.

"your bed?"

"no you idiot- look up!"

"why do you have a random bush-"

"its mistletoe ky."

"ohhh- oh- oh."

you put your hands around her neck- her own wrapping around your waist- and you share a sweet kiss.

"mmh- you taste like frosting."

[jayjj7]

chapter 49. square one

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a/n: last chapter tmr🙏🙏

reading danielle’s message gave you flashbacks of her injecting you with cat medicine. a funny memory to look back on now but reliving it was something you would not laugh at.

“hey dani!” you walk into the examination room, excited to see her but scared of reliving the past.

“hey y/n! get comfortable with the dog while i get the stuff” she smiles at you as she puts on some blue latex gloves.

getting comfortable with your patients was a key component of staying safe, not getting bitten by any animal was the end goal for everyone everyday. living by this goal, you played with the puppy a bit while danielle took stuff in and out of drawers.

“i missed having you here” danielle admits, setting a leash into your hands, waiting for you to put it on the dog.

“i missed being here with you” you smile, watching her return to her corner of supplies while you put the leash on the puppy.

“i’m glad we can spend time together more often again!” danielle sounds excited as she returns to where you are, holding a needle in her hand.

“if i moved back in we’d be together 24/7” you say jokingly but you secretly did want to move back in with her. living with danielle made you happy and had you looking forward to the next day no matter the conditions.

“you should” danielle says seriously, looking at you dead in the eyes.

“jeez, take me out to dinner first” you laugh as you hold the puppy in a comfortable position for all three of you.

danielle didn’t want to waste any more time, scared of things between you two changing once again, she couldn’t hold back. she cleared her throat, and dropped her smile.

“y/n? can i be your girlfriend?” she looks away for a second before turning back to you. a subtle red tint adorning her face and ears.

the room dropped quiet, the dogs loud breathing stopped, machines stopped beeping, animals stopped making noises, ryo stopped screaming. it was as if you could hear a pin drop in the room. you were scared of danielle hearing your raving heartbeat because of how quiet it got.

“if you inject the dog and not me, i’ll be your girlfriend” you smile trying to remain calm and regulate your heartbeat.

danielle didn’t say anything but instead focused on injecting the dog. she felt around the area making sure your hand was not present and it was indeed the dog she would be injecting. she even went the extra mile to put on her stethoscope to make sure it was the dog. you quietly laugh in response.

“that helps you dani?” you tease.

“your heartbeat is so strong”

embarrassment washes over you and you look away realizing she got you there.

“hurry up” your face heats up and the red tint that danielle had was now shared between the both of you.

“thank you! if your dog has any reactions to the shot please bring him back!” danielle calls out to the dogs owner as they walk out the building.

she runs down the hall to the storage room where you’re at. you decided to clean up and refill the dog treats to calm yourself down after danielle successfully injecting the dog and not her newly girlfriend.

“i’ll wait for you in the car?” she peeks from the door frame.

“yeah i’ll be there in a minute” you turn to smile at her, taking your doctors coat off.

“okay!” danielle turns the corner to clock out but stops in her tracks. seeing her leave made you turn back to what you were doing, leaving your back turned to the door.

danielle comes back into the room and kisses your cheek quickly before giggling and running out the room. her laugh is heard as she runs down and out the building. surprised, it takes you a minute to recalibrate and process what just happened.

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[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 5 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

tmr is just babygirl i don’t make the rules

Watercolors (Chapter One) — tom riddle x male! artistic! hufflepuff! reader

he could manipulate and possess me thus irreversibly changing my trust in people despite it never being mentioned again and i would thank him

yk, i absolutely love chamber of secrets, but who starts a new diary (obtained under questionable circumstances) with ‘my name is’?

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Tom Marvolo Riddle had been stuck inside of his diary since he was sixteen years old.

The diary itself, inside, was a perfect replica of Hogwarts, the boundaries stretching out well into the Forbidden Forest. Perfect, except for the fact that it was made solely of parchment and ink, and was completely devoid of color or life.

Tom hated the color of parchment.

The diary passed hands many times over the five subsequent decades. First there was the pathetic, sniveling man—the Malfoy sycophant—who all but groveled at Tom’s feet (metaphorically, of course).

Next was the littlest Weasley, the redheaded girl who bored Tom to (again, metaphorical) death. He could only pretend to be interested in how Dean Thomas held the door open for her so many times before he wanted to bash his head into one of the walls.

(He tried, once. The parchment just ripped and left him with a nasty paper-cut on his forehead. Tom missed the red of blood. Now, he bled only black, dripping ink.)

Then, Harry Potter, the boy fated to defeat him, (or whatever) who turned out to be really quite sweet. As a last fuck you to whom he became in the future, Tom aided Harry in coming out to the littlest Weasley’s mother.

That’ll show Lord Voldemort, the dipshit, Tom thought gleefully.

Eventually though, even lovely Harry became more distant, his newly rediscovered godfather being the rightful center of his attention. Tom supposed he might have been jealous of the acquitted Black in another life, but after fifty years of loneliness he understood the yearning for living, breathing friends rather than just paper that writes back, as Little Weasley once called him.

Then, out of nowhere, came the Hufflepuff boy with a tin of watercolors and an eye for the overlooked.

The first thing this wondrous creature made for Tom was a little stone cottage, complete with a warm hearth, a garden of pumpkins and berries, and an idyllic curl of smoke from the chimney. The cottage sat near the edge of the forest, wonderfully secluded and alive.

Tom had watched as gentle sweeps of a brush, suspended in midair, created a home. One that existed in both the physical diary and the hellish paper prison Tom resided in.

Everything existed.

The warm, brown thatched roof, the colorfully patterned bedspread, and even a fireplace.

When the masterpiece was complete, Tom, although he would never admit it, gorged himself on the garden’s sweet huckleberries and sour raspberries. Afterward, he explored his new house, even going so far as to stick his hand into the flames of the fire.

(They weren’t real. They felt like nothing more than a faint warmth against his skin. Disappointing, Tom supposed. But probably a safety hazard.)

Then he curled up in the big bed, under the vibrant bedspread, and closed his eyes.

For the first time in fifty years, Tom slept.

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Chapter Two

i need you all to know that the original title for this was “Tom Riddle is a man-whore(crux)??? (NOT CLICKBAIT)” so-

[pixxiies]

hii, how are you?? i've got a req for you to write! (the explanation is a little long please bare with me) anyways to sum it up, its kinda based of the song casual by doja cat. if you dont really the idea i think you'll kinda get it once you listen to the song, (and im not really good at writing) but to sum it up, reader and chris have got a situationship, or like their just casually hooking up w/ eachother (i dont know what the label is 😭😭) but they act like lovebirds tg, like im talking cuddling when their watching a movie w the boys, getting eachother gifts, ALL that mushy cute shit.. chris realizes that he's inlove w/ reader, and y'know how hes like afraid of commitment and proper relationships? so instead of telling her that he is, he avoids her for like 2 days,and tries to fuck with someone else to forget about her for a bit. when she comes into the house to hangout with nick, she hears him fucking another chick, and she gets JEALOUSS let me tell you. she pulls that poor girl out of the room, telling her to get dressed and when the girl leaves she starts going off at chris (gettin a lil angsty). but like the whole point of me wanting it to be based off the song was kind of so that you could realize it was based off the song, so maybe u can add lyrics! (idk, just a thought) "if you is a player, i dont think ima play with ya" , "if you wanna lay with her, why don't you just stay with her?". he tries to deflect, and i guess reader kind of confronts him about how she thinks he wants more then hooking up and he denies it, but she knows hes lyin. "you say you don't want a girlfriend but when we are in person, you always act so different, you make it all seem perfect", "you hold me when we wake up, say you like me with no makeup", "is it casual, or are you tryna spend your life with me?". anyways in my lovely optimistic mind, reader tells him its ok because shes inlove w him too, and he finally doesn't deny it. she tells him shes scared too, but they'll go through it together cuz their in luvv 😛 anyways lets just say the night ends with some slow soft sex between reader and chris. "take it off, follow me out, let me in don't shut me out" i understand if you can't do this req, but i saw your post saying you needed reqs to write on a trip tmr, and i thought of this on the spot so sorry if its really shit 😭

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│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; angst if u squint, y/n is used like twice sorryyy, p in v, pet names (baby nd mama), unprotected sex, lowercase intentional, and word count is 2.2k

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; hey.. how y’all doin 😙.. sorry for being gone AGAIN i keep having writers block but i wrote smth for my script so i got motivation to write again 🤌

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you have been waiting impatiently at the triplets front door for about five minutes now. finally, chris opened it for you. “took you long enough.” you scoff with a smile as you walk in. “sorry, matt almost started a fire.” the brunette boy replied, scratching his chin when closing the door.

“what?” you laugh while kicking off your shoes and leaving them on the shoe rack. "oh by the way, i got the shirt you were planning to buy." you giggle softly, handing him a bag. "oh shit! thank you!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a warm hug. "of course, c." you give him a toothy smile. you notice how his facial expression changes a little bit once you smiled but you brushed it off. the two you walk up the stairs into the living room and kitchen. you saw both matt and nick try to cook dinner or something. “matt! your gonna burn it’!” nick exclaimed before turning to see you.

“what are you guys even making?” you snicker as you walked up to nick to give him a small hug. “burgers but matt almost started a fire trying to grill the meat.” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “let me help” you say, walking to the stove and shooing matt away. “but at least i didn’t, i wont do it again!” he stated while crossing his arms. “matt relax, i got this” you say while flipping the patty. the boys talk for a while and from time to time offer to help but your stubbornness always said no.

chris left an argument that he was talking about with his brothers and waddled over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked which you reply with a nod. once you finally finished making the food, you plated them nicely on the table. “bon appetite!” you laugh while sitting down next to chris.

the four of you eat while talking about a random topic or plans of what to do for the following week. “do you guys wanna watch something?” matt offered when he finished eating. “im down” you reply and the two others agree as well.

now, nick is currently putting the dishes in the sink as you, matt, and chris are all sitting down on the couch to debate what to watch. “nah i don’t wanna watch a horror movie.” chris whined when you suggested for them to see one. “ugh fine, maybe batman again?” matt quickly agrees, of course.

chris had been laying down on your chest for about an hour or so into the movie. your hands rested on the back of his head, your fingers scratching his scalp gently from time to time and he let out small hums whenever you did. after a few minutes you desperately needed to go use the bathroom. "chris" you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. "hm?" he hummed while looking up at you. "gotta piss, get up" you state as he slowly got up from your chest.

after you did your necessities, you walked back to the living room and sat down next to chris. only this time he patted his chest, signaling you to lay down on it. of course, you don't mind since you and chris were always so touchy so you did. while watching the last 30 minutes or so of the movie, you heard his heartbeat start pounding against his chest rapidly. mentally, you started to count each one. and you did this till the movie ended.

"thanks for coming over!" nick said to you as the triplets started to walk you downstairs. "of course! i love hanging out with you guys." you reply, looking at each of the small smiles on their faces but except for chris. he looked rather stressed and confused. instead of saying anything about it, you simply just brushed it off. you said goodbye to the three boys then left.

it had been two days since you heard anything from chris. you asked nick and matt about him and they both said that he was okay and didn't know what was wrong with him. you began to get worried, scared if it was something you did or said. so, to clear your head you decided to invite nick to the mall since it was somewhere you guys both enjoyed going together. you got to the familiar entrance of the sturniolo home, quickly seeing an excited smile from nick as soon as you knocked on the door. "hey! you ready?" you ask while pulling him into a small hug.

"yeah! let me just go grab my things real quick." the brunette boy said as he let you inside. you didn't bother taking off your shoes since you two were about to leave. upon walking up the stairs you saw matt's face that was mixed with discomfort and trying not to laugh. "what?" you and nick ask him. "whatever you do, don't go downstairs." he mumbled while grabbing something from the fridge then walking back to his room. you give nick a look, he gives you one back that obviously meant to go see what matt was talking about.

hesitantly, you leave your bag on the couch and then walk downstairs to chris' room while nick grabs his things. upon being about three steps down, your ears immediately fill up with moans. both chris', and someone else's. another girl. your cheeks get red as your feet think before your mind and now you're in front of his door. with no hesitation, you grab the knob and swing open the door. as soon as you did so, chris looked back quickly. your eyes observed what was going on. you saw the mystery girl completely blissed out with her face dug inside a pillow and completely naked. you saw chris' hands wrapped around her hips firmly and how his front pieces of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "what the fuck chris?"

you feel your cheeks burning up in frustration as you watch chris struggle to put his pants back on. "dude! get out!" he said while the blonde girl turned around and saw you at the doorway, quickly blushing out of embarrassment. "no, you get out!" you tell the girl in his bed loudly, her getting up as soon as you said anything towards her. you and chris make heavy eye contact as she got changed and got her things.

she closed the door upon leaving and you immediately start bashing chris. "chris what the fuck is wrong with you? you ignore me for two days and I find you fucking another chick?" you argue as he quickly tries to find something to say. "you can't just hook up with me casually then ignore me then hook up with someone else." your sigh is shakey, trying not to start crying in front of him. "I feel bad for her even because you're probably just gonna ignore her and then hook up with some-" you were finally cut off by chris.

"why are you arguing about this like we are more than friends y/n?" he argues back, taking a breath to continue. "you're saying this shit like we are together, we aren't anything but friends." the brunette boy said while crossing his arms. "friends that hook up almost every week?" you laugh sarcastically, you process what he said for another few seconds. "don't act like I don't know about how your heart was racing when i was layin' down on your chest the last time i came over." you note. "is we hooking up something casual for you or are you looking to spend your life with me?" your voice is unstable and shakey, biting back the tears coming up on your waterline.

"fine, i'll admit, y/n." he finally said, his voice evenly shakey as yours. "I realized that i'm in love with you that night. you know im scared of commitment. i ignored you 'nd hooked up with another girl to try to get over you." chris sighed and his eyes softening. "im scared of being in a relationship, you have seen what my fans say even if im standing next to a girl—" you cut him off by walking towards him and shutting him up with a soft kiss. you can tell he is surprised when he hesitated to place his hands on you. “im in love with you too chris, and i am scared too.” you say softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“but you know we can work it out together.” you sigh while your eyes look up into his. chris’ hands planted on your waist, rubbing small circles on them. “you think so?” he whispered. you nod in reply, pulling him into another kiss. “‘m sorry.” he whispered again, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it. you start to tug on the hem of his black tank top and backed up a little bit so he could notice that your trying to take it off. he pulled it over his head himself and quickly went back for a kiss. he turns you so your back is facing the bed and he guided you to it. you lay back on his bed and he quickly reaches to the waist band of your shorts. “can i take these off?” he asked with his tone laced with need. you nod eagerly, him taking not another second to pull them down. he then went to your shoes, untying both laces and placing them on the floor.

you watched in awe as he touched your body so gently. he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, his tongue grazing against yours lightly. he backed up with a smile, and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. with one hand, he went down in between your thighs and hooked his fingers on your panties and pushed them to the side, with the other hand pulling down his shorts.

he held onto your hip while he slowly slid himself inside of you, both of you letting a little hiss. his thrusts are slow but firm and his grip on your hip was light. you whimpering softly and let your body relax as his hips moved in and out of you. chris grabbed your leg and hooked it around his torso, being able to plunge deeper inside of you. “fuck, such a good girl f’me.” he panted with a little smile on his face. you whine back in reply, completely blissed in ecstasy and pleasure. his hips rutted a bit faster inside your puffy cunt as it suctioned his cock. “fuck, feels so good.” you sigh while leaning your head back into the pillow. “yeah? m’cock feels good mama?” he groaned quietly, you nod weakly.

you let out a small moan when his tip grazed that sticky patch inside of you. you arch your back off the bed as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. “‘m so close-“ you gasp gently while the brunette boy started to drill deeper inside of you. “mhm, gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered gently as his thumb went down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, this just sending you over the edge. “fuck! do-dont stop please please” you whine as your mouth fell agape. the knot in your stomach slowly started coming undone from his thrusts. “‘m cumming!” a small squeak left your lips. “shit, im right behind ya’” he whimpered as his hips remained the same pace. your stomach muscles clenched together as you came on his cock, then you felt him fill you up with his lukewarm cum. he fucked both of you through each other’s high before he stopped.

“you okay?” chris hummed while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you nod shyly while attempting to sit up. “i should go then, nick is probably waiting for me.” you chuckle a bit, whining quietly as chris pulled out of your pussy. “alright, i’ll still see you today then?” he asked as he helped you clean up and change. you hum in reply, standing up and wobbling a little bit. he put his boxers and shorts back on before turning back to you. “drive safe.” he smiled, pulling you in for a little kiss. “i know, see you later chris.” you smile back. you left his room with him behind you, your shoes in his hands.

upon going up the stairs you saw nick with his headphones on, thankfully. “ready to go?” he asked, his tone annoyed since you took so long. you nod with a laugh as you grab your bag and shoes from chris. “i’ll put them on in the car.” you say while you both start walking downstairs.

“what took you so long by the way?” the brunette boy asked when putting his headphones in his tote bag. “sorry, something happened with chris and i had to help” you lie terribly. nick could tell in your eyes that you were lying. “you fucked him didn’t you?” “nick!”

│⊹ haven's notes part two ⋆ ;; IM FINALLY DONE !!!!1

│⊹ taglist ⋆ ;; @deftonesmatt @mattsluttywaist @luverboychris @sturniol0s @mattscoquette @xoxo4chrisss @sweetstars-posts @bambi-slxt

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Open Practice

Pairing: CJ Stroud X Black!FemReader

Description: Football players, in your experience, are either childish, toxic or horrible communicators; your ex just so happened to be all of the above. But it’s been a few years and people can change. Or will a certain qb decide to pick up the pieces your ex left behind?

Warnings: Toxic Ex!Brevin Jordan

Word Count: 800+

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Walking into NRG Park felt odd. You’ve been to a football stadium before but not before noon or because your ex-boyfriend invited you to his open practice. Your relationship was like open practice actually, you practiced being the best girlfriend and he liked being open, for everyone.

Texas was huge, they were right when they said everything’s bigger in Texas. Including egos, you realized when you received a text from Brevin minutes after tagging Houston in your story.

From: No Air Jordan 🏈

Hey baby, heard you were in my city😁 Swing by tmr’s practice and watch me cook then I’ll show ya around 😉

You honestly thought he must’ve taken too many shots to the head, your breakup consisted of a few long texts and pure ignorance so you assumed he got the idea. Yet here you are sitting in the bleachers of the Houston stadium. You wandered around for a total of 15 minutes searching for somewhere to sit. Brevin only sent the one text so you had no idea where to go or where he even was. You almost left and forgot about him but a player in a #7 jersey stopped you.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” Damn dreads, pretty eyes and perfect ass lips.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was invited by someone on the team, but he’s not replying to me. So I was just gonna go.” You replied sheepishly.

“That’s cool, but if you want you could come over to my section. We’ll be done in about an hour and the view’s better over here.” He smiled.

He was cute, smooth and nothing like B, exactly your type. “Yea, I think I’d like that..”

“Oh sorry, I’m CJ. Quarterback.” Team leader = good communication. Noted.

“Y/n.” A whistle went off and grabbed CJ’s attention. “I guess that means ‘back to work.”

“Yea, we’ll talk after practice.” He flashed his award-winning smile once more then jogged back to center field. I’m definitely staying.

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Watching CJ- the Texans practice was actually pretty fun, you never could pay attention during their real games because of the boisterous crowd, but here on the secluded practice field you could actually focus on the players and didn’t have large men yelling in your ears.

Truth be told CJ looked electric out there. Everything he did lit up the light crowd, which makes sense with all his clean complete passes. His offense was ten times better than their defense, which sucks when it comes to game time, but what can you do?

Every once in a while he’d look back at our section and smile, just for a moment you let yourself believe it’s you he’s looking at.

Unbeknownst to you and Stroud, Brevin also noticed how he was looking in your direction. His face would tense up and for each play he’d ignore all instructions and go after the quarterback. Since he was on defense it wasn’t that long of a stretch between his duties and his actions, but he got pancaked after every attempt.

By the time practice was over, your ex was even more angered than before thanks to the amount of bruises he accumulated over the last two hours. Then he saw you and CJ talking, suddenly all his anger was justified.

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“I really enjoy talking to you Y/n. Is there any way I can persuade you into joining me in getting a bite to eat?” You lightly bit your bottom lip, the corners curling upwards at his question.

“I would love that-

“I hope you know she hates barbecue, and she don’t do relationships especially with athletes.” The voice of your emotionally incompetent egomaniac ex boyfriend interrupts you from afar.

Rolling your eyes you decide to pay him no mind and just turn back to the nice guy in front of you. “As I was saying, lunch sounds great.”

Then Brevin inserts himself again, now only the field barricade separates you. “You should know who you’re getting involved with CJ, they call her Jennifer because she’s a maneater.” He wears a mischievous grin and defensive stance.

You scoff, “a maneater who’s only here because my loser ex boyfriend slid in my DMs the second I got to Texas. A maneater that was thinking about maybe hearing you out after our relationship went wrong. Even better, a maneater that was nothing but faithful to your misogynistic womanizer ass.”

“If I’m such a misogynistic womanizer why did you come?” He smirks thinking he finally got one over you.

“I heard your quarterback was way bigger than you, so I had to come check that out.” He flared his nostrils, and stormed off the field, but not before spiking his helmet.

“Jordan you’re getting fined for that!”

CJ chuckles to himself, impressed at the way you handled him. “Did you mean it?” He smirked.

You lean over the barricade and breathily whisper in his ear. “Every word.”

Then pull back to watch his face as he sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth.

“Let’s get outta here.”

~

Walking out of NRG Park felt odd. Not because of unsatisfying BJ, but because it was the first time you’ve walked out of a football stadium and enjoyed the outcome of events.

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A/N: this sat in my drafts for too long, but I’m overcoming my posting anxiety and letting it see the light. Also I hit 100 followers🤭 tysm babes.

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[arielburrow]

Joe being nervous of you meeting his family

Pumpkin Pie

nothing like a Thanksgiving fic in June 🤭

Fall in Ohio was definitely your favorite time of the year. The leaves changing always signaled to you mentally that football season was in full swing and the holidays were around the corner.

You take in the scenery for a moment before continuing to your boyfriends front door. “Joe!” you call out, entering his home.

“Hey you!” he welcomes you with a warm hug after being away from each other for a week. You traveled to Pennsylvania to visit family and attend an event with other NFL photographers that the league hosted annually.

“How was your trip? How’s your mom doing?” he questions as you both take a seat on the couch.

“Shes doing good, I saw my sister, it was really nice to be home for a bit and see everyone before they leave.” Your mom was traveling to Europe with her lifelong best friend, which you were a little concerned about at her age, but she insisted it had to be checked off the bucket list. Your sister was also heading to Florida to stay with her husband’s family for Thanksgiving, so your mom wanted everyone to be together since you’d be apart for the holiday.

“That’s good to hear, but i’m glad your back, I missed you a lot.” He smirks pulling you to his chest.

“I know Joe I missed you too, you know it’s funny we’ve only been officially dating for a month and I don’t even like being apart from you for a week.” You giggle into his chest.

“Yep. Joe Burrow effect.” He innocently shrugs receiving a nudge from you causing him to laugh.

“Hey I have a question….” he leads on. You look up to him with a bit of concern.

“Can you…I mean….do you by any chance like pumpkin pie?”

You laugh at his demeanor, he seemed almost scared for your response. “ I love pumpkin pie Joe, why do you ask?”

“oh thank GOD.” he looks almost relieved as he stands from the couch and walks to the fridge. You watch as he pulls a Costco pumpkin pie from the fridge, this of course being the only thing in the fridge besides a bottle of ketchup. He grabs two forks and heads back to you, placing the pie between you two and handing you a fork.

“Here.” he smiles and reaches for the remote to find a movie.

“Plates?” you ask.

“Nope, we don’t need them.” he insists.

“alright then.”

After a long night of Joe showing you how much he missed you, you got up early for a workout with your best friend.

She catches you up on her guy drama and you fill her in on Joe.

“Oh so you’re going to Thanksgiving with Joe’s family? That’ll be fun!” She responds to you’re blurb about you being home for the holiday.

You whip your head towards her as you both push through the stairmaster.

“Um what?” You respond in complete shock at your assumption.

“Well yeah…I mean, what is Joe gonna do, drive to Athens and leave you here for Thanksgiving? No way, he’s gonna want you to go with him.”

“I’ve never met his family before though, he makes them sound so sweet but that’s like a huge thing.” You respond between huffs, wiping your hand of the sweat along your forehead.

The two of you go back in forth on the conversation as you finish your workout. Leaving the gym you couldn’t help but to overthink the situation. Was Joe assuming you would just go with him? He might not even be considering it?

After showering and ordering takeout, you finally have time to wind down in your own apartment. You were finishing up some editing when Joe texted.

Joe❤️- dinner tmr night, I’m cooking

you- you mean your chef is cooking?

Joe❤️-😉

The next day you spend at the facility and finishing up more editing. Heading to Joe’s house the question rings through your head again. Does he want me to meet his parents?

You can immediately smell the fajitas Joe requests weekly as you walk into his house. You greet his chef and make your way upstairs do find him on the phone with someone. You walk into his room quietly and plop down next to him, soon able to put together that he must be talking to his mother. As he hangs up he turns back to face you, pulling you into him. “You hungry?” he questions. “Starving” you respond pulling him up from the bed to go back downstairs.

You both take a seat at the table as the chef brings over the food; both expressing your gratitude for the meal, after all, neither of you could cook. Without Joe’s chef, takeout would be the only option. You both make small talk throughout dinner and go over each others days.

“I heard you talking to your mom, how is she doing?” you ask picking up the glass of water. “She’s good, she was just checking in on things, asking me about Thanksgiving and stuff. I’m on pumpkin pie duty because she knows i’m picky about where the pie is from.” He babbles on, you laugh at the pie comment. “You know i’ve know you for almost a year and was given no insight into the punpkin pie fanatic that you are.” he gives you a surprised look. “Umm, what do you mean? Friendsgiving last year? At Jamarr’s? The pie that everyone was raving about…the one that I brought.” He goes on bragging about this situation which you have zero memory of, but give him the credit any way.

“So, since your family’s all out of town, what are you going to do for the holiday?” he looks up to you with seemingly hopeful eyes. “Um I don’t really know honestly, maybe i’ll just hang around here or go to Anna’s place?” you responded taking both of your plates to the sink.

“Why don’t you come with me?” he asks. “To Athens for the night, we won’t stay long cause of practice and everything but it would be nice for you to meet my family” he picks up the dishes to clean as you seat yourself in a barstool across from him.

“You’re ready for me to meet them?” you ask watching him load the dishwasher. “Yeah, I mean i’ve been wanting you guys to meet for a long time and they never get to see you at games cause your always on the field.” he says.

You think for a moment, then smile. “Yeah i’ll go with you.” He smiles in return, walking over to you and sitting with you on the couch. “Can you stay tonight?” He asks pushing a strand of hair from your face. “I have to go to the office early tomorrow, like earlier then you go for practice,” you say to him. “That’s fine, I have to meet with Brian anyway.” he returns. “Okay then, im staying,” you respond shifting yourself to lay in his lap as he finds a show to watch. “My moms going to be so happy your coming,” you smile as you hear him say it before dozing off.

A week later your packing a bag for Joe’s house. You were heading over there tonight, and leaving tomorrow morning for his parents house. You had him on FaceTime at the moment as you got everything together. “I hope you like them, I mean i know they’ll love you, but I hope you like them and-”

“Joe” you cut him off laughing. “They’re you’re parents, i’m going to love them, don’t you worry. I’m the one whose supposed to be nervous not you!” you giggle. “I know, I know, it’s just really important to me you know? I love you and I want you to feel like you’re apart of the family.” You smile at what he says. You and Joe confessed your love for one an other a while ago, but it still made you blush hearing him say the phrase. “I love you too Joe, and I promise i’m so excited to become apart of your family.” You pick up the phone to see his face. You and Joe had a funny dynamic. Technically you had only been together for a month, but you fell for him way before that. The day you were hired by the Bengals you knew there would be a professional problem because you became addicted to him. His looks, his jokes, just being around him was like a drug for you and you knew there was no escaping. You were definitely a little nervous about meeting his parents, but you were excited that this was happening. It made this whole dream feel a little more real.

The next morning you wake up in Joes arms. The two of you spend the morning getting ready and Joe expressing his little worries to you which you insisted he stoped talking about. “You know they’re going to drown you with questions right?” He asks you getting in the car. “Joe, that’s okay, all you need to worry about is your pumpkin pie.” You console him cupping his cheeks as you lean over to kiss them. He glances to the backseat to ensure it’s there, making you laugh.

The drive to Athens is quiet and relaxing, you let Joe have aux for about 15 minutes before you steal the cord. Pulling into his parents driveway, you take in the old red brick home that seems to be gushing with childhood memories. Joe’s parents appear and you meet them with a warm hug and hello. Robin hugs Joe tightly after not seeing him for a few weeks. Walking into the house you’re immediate hit with the sweet smell of cinnamon spice and you can’t help but smile. The four of you take a seat on the couch and Robin explains that others will be joining soon. She asks about your job and how you like working with the organization. “It’s honestly amazing, I worked in Seattle for a while, but it doesn’t even compare to this organization, and it’s nice to be able to work back in my home state,” you say. “It’s definitely something special, they really care.” Jimmy chimes in with a smile. After some more small talk Joe and his dad talk football while Robin gathers photo albums. She sits with you as she shows you baby Joe and gives you a backstory on the pictures. You die over each picture which Joe rolls his eyes at. “I was three!” he yells over your reaction to the picture of him running bare naked in the street with a football in his hand.

You could immediately tell Joes parents were something special, they are a big part of the man he is today and you were so happy you got to join the Burrows.

Others arrive soon after, and the house fills with chatter. You make your way around meeting the others and saying hi to Joes friends who also joined dinner, who you have met before.

You help Robin and Joes aunts in the kitchen for a while, the four of you chattering for hours before Joe pulls you aside.

“So?” he asks. “So what Joey? You want a rating on your family? I love them, I love all of this, I promise. Stop overthinking this and go sit with your friends.” You reach up to kiss him on the cheek and he smiles and nods.

You finish helping with dinner and setting the table with Joe. You all finally sit down together, the table beaming with chatter and laughter. “Thank you all for being with us, those of you who were on time, and those who showed up five minutes ago.” Jimmy says glancing towards Joes brothers, causing everyone to laugh. “I’m just kidding, but really it’s nice to have everyone under the same roof for the holiday.” “we love you all, now please eat!” Robin adds with a smile. You make small talk with different relatives at the table and with Joe. After dinner, you sit with Robin and Joe’s aunts, while the guys do the dishes.

“So y/n, you and Joe are absolutely adorable, really I know that boy and how he is with girls and he is really in love with you.” His mom’s sister comments with a smile. You return the smile and you can’t lie that you felt a blush from that comment. You loved that she picked up on that. “Do you see your family often?” the other sister asks. “Sometimes, most of them are in Pennsylvania so they come to games some times and I just went up there last week to visit.” you respond. Everyone joins in the living room as Joe serves the pumpkin pie. Robin puts on a Christmas movie, insisting that it was now Christmas season, which you couldn’t argue with.

Joe takes a seat next to you and you rest your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night is filled with reminiscing on childhoods and lots of football. You hug everyone goodbye and Robin pulls you in tight. “Thank you y/n” she whispers “he really needs you” she smiles and moves to hug Joe goodbye. The drive home is again a comfortable silence that you happily doze off to, knowing you’re family just expanded tremendously.

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Gally (TMR) x Reader

you were from Aris' maze, and the people who saved Gally saved you as well.

because Aris is like the male equivalent to Teresa, Gally is the male equivalent to you.

everyone sleeps in the same room in sleeping bags and stuff apart from people who may need checkups during the night (like Gally and you🥰)

Also there's still apples and shit cos idk

he has a nightmare about Chuck cos I'm sad.

I was meant to be sleeping over two hours ago, but I'm restless, my mind going over 100mph, I need to get up and walk about, try to tire myself out and maybe go get a drink.

I slowly stand up from my bed, trying to listen for footsteps, if the people who usually check on me during the night realise I'm wandering out of bed during the middle of the night without letting one of them know i'll probably be in a lot of trouble, but I need a drink so I really don't care.

As I slip out of my room/hospital room, I hear quiet cries coming from the door next to mine, Gallys room.

My heart stops for a split seconds, and I stop in my tracks, peeking my head into Gallys room. I realise he's sleeping, his eyes shut tight, and his face screwed up as though he's about to cry, and without second thought, I creep into his room, trying to keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Gally for a few seconds before he starts mumbling, his voice breaking with every word and his sentences hardly making sense.

'Maze'

'Chuck'

'Stay'

"Gally." I say quietly, moving closer to his bed, but he remains asleep, his face tensing and twisting as the mumbling continues getting louder, I need to wake him up before Donnie or someone else comes to see what's wrong.

"Gally." I say, getting slightly louder, and as I touch his arm, His face stops twisting and making horrible expressions, and he mumbles one last word.

'Chuck'

"Gally." I say, my volume now getting increasingly close to my normal speaking volume, and I give him one last final shake, and his eyes slowly begin to open.

"What the fu -" He goes to say very loudly, and I press my finger to his lips.

"It's only me. Everyone's still asleep. You need to be quiet, I'm sorry for waking you up, but I think you were having a nightmare." I tell him and gally sits up and moves so his back is against the wall, and he pats the spot next to him for me to sit down beside him.

We've both been here for probably close to a year, we've both changed a lot since we first arrived both physically and mentally, adapting to life outside the maze where everything isn't given to us in a box and things aren't in perfect harmony, but we've made it work, we're close, which makes sense because in Gallys maze he was the male equivalent to me, or vice versa, I don't think it really matters though.

"It was just a stupid dream." He states, turning away from me.

"About Chuck?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"Yeah, It felt so real, like I was back there killing him all over again." He sighs, and I gently grab his arm.

"But it wasn't you. You didn't do it. You had been stung by a griever, and it wasn't even him you were trying to kill." I remind him, trying my best to comfort him.

"Do you get dreams about Rachel?" Gally asks as he turns to look at me, his eyes instantly falling on mine, and I feel myself blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but they're just dreams, I've come to terms with the fact I'm not at fault for her death. WICKD is." I answer and he just nods before shrugging.

"Wanna go a walk? I'm hungry." Gally then asks as he turns to look at me, and I quickly stand up nodding rapidly.

"I'm so thirsty, that's why I got out of bed to get a drink, but then I heard you mumbling, so i came to make sure everything was alright." I tell him, and he lets out a joking 'mhm'

"Are you sure you didn't just want to watch me sleep?" He teases as he stands up and stretches before walking over to the doorway of the room, which hasn't had a door in god knows how long.

"In your dreams." I scoff as I follow him.

"Unfortunately, my dreams aren't that good." He continues as he leads the way to the places makeshift kitchen, my breathing stopping when we walk past one of the enterances to the sleeping room.

Once we reach the kitchen, I instantly find a bottle of water, Ripping the cap off and chugging half of the bottle as Gally finds two apples, keeping one in his hand and stuffing the other in his pocket.

"Can we go to our car?" I ask and Gally smiles widely with a nod.

our car is one one of the old banged up cars our group keeps in one of their garages. It's a good hiding spot because all the windows are blacked out, and somehow, every door is still intact.

"We can't stay for too long. Everyone will be waking up in a few hours, and god knows when someone will wake up to check on us." He says as he grabs my hand and leads the way.

"Do you think the car still works?" I ask as we climb in the back of the car we have claimed as our own private hang out spot.

"I'm not sure, wouldn't be much help to us anyway." Gally answers as he begins eating the first apple, offering me the second but I shake my head no.

"Well, we could always just drive away, maybe make our way back to the mazes, see if the grievers are gone, and if they are, then we could just live happily in the maze." I say, being completely sarcastic and Gally just laughs.

"You always have to find the positives in everything, don't you?" He asks with a smile and I shrug.

"I guess that's one of our biggest differences, eh?" He continues with a gentle shove to my side.

"I like that you're almost always negative." I tell him as i turn to face him, and he just smiles.

"and I like that you're almost always positive." He states, and I feel myself turning red as I look away and smile.

"We've known each other for like a year, and im closer to you than I was with any of the girls in my maze, and I was with them for like three years." I tell Gally as I slowly turn to look at him again, and as I'm speaking, I could've sworn I saw his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds.

"I hated everyone in my Glade, so it's not hard to be closer to you than I was them." He remarks, and I scoff and look away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that -" Gally quickly says, and I try to hide my smile by looking hurt.

"No y/n, I didn't mean it like that." Gally says as he gently grabs my face and makes me look at him, and his eyes fall to my lips again, and before I even had time to register what I was doing, my lips were on his.

"Shit." I gasp as I pull away from Gally, instantly pushing myself against the door on my side, trying to get away from him but also still wanting to be in the same space as him.

"Why did you pull away?" Gally asks, pulling me away from the door and almost pulling me onto his lap as his lips meet mine in a gentle but quick paced kiss.

It seems like we spend hours in the car kissing, but it probably wasn't even half an hour before we're clambering out of the car, trying not to laugh.

"I really hope we haven't had checks." Gally whispers to me as we begin walking back to our rooms.

"I don't even care if we did, I'm too happy to care." I tell him as I stare up at him, now standing at the thin strip of wall between our rooms.

"I'll see you at breakfast?" He asks looking down at me.

"Save me a seat." I say with a smile, and he leans down and kisses me to the lips before pulling away and walking into his room, and I do the same walking into my room with the largest smile on my face.

[rainysofsunshineao3]

Predictions for whatever the hell is going on with Yaz and Sammy in JWCT

Before it airs tmr on GODDAMN ROBLOX. I've never loved and hated that game so much XDDD

So it does seem like something's going on between them whether it's related to Yaz' PTSD, the fact that she's at college, or because Sammy now has integrated dinosaurs into their daily life (Which loops back to Yaz' PTSD) and it seems kinda weird to me that most of the theories that I've heard have been Yaz-centric, or with Yaz as the larger reason their growing apart.

Maybe not weird but definitely interesting.

1. Because honestly, I can see that if they ever were to break up (I swear to god I'm murdering someone if they do tho) it would be Yaz who ends up doing it. I just can't see Sammy willingly ending things.

2. Because that's somewhat of the problem. Like, JWCC gave Sammy the bare minimum of character and plot development, most of it happening in season 1-2 with her whole "I'm a spy" deal. After that, she sort of just...stays the same. She doesn't have the same amount of development as Ben or Yaz or even Kenji. She's the most consistent character in the series and I'm not sure if that was done on purpose - like, the writers saying "ok, we have 5 really good or decent character arcs, let's have this one stay the same so there's diversity in not having change" - or they just didn't have time to really develop her character outside of the "Looks like a cinnimonroll but could actually kill you"

So something I'd like to see is Sammy having a bit more of a voice than she did in JWCC and I think the writers knew that was a problem and seem to have made her part of the main trio (Darius, Ben, and Sammy) for JWCT.

I made a previous post about the *tension* everyone seemed to get in the most recent clip > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HQffL_R1F4

in which Ben and Sammy go to visit Yaz at her university.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE that they're diving more into Yaz' PTSD that we get a glimpse of in Seasons 4-5 of CC. She seems like she's doing better and actually trying to help out others who struggled with the same things that she did which is cool.

And then we have this scene =>

And it's cute and Sammy and Ben look fine af and there are so many amazing things about this clip but like...

Sammy's not coming to Yaz' defense, like, at all.

Like, Yaz' thing isn't working and I feel like CC Sammy would have said something like "That's a really cool view!" or "Coool...?" or even like "That's...awesome Yaz!" in her wtf-is-this-but-ima-be-positive-anyway and maybe it's the writers doing what I mentioned before and giving Sammy a deeper personality and the change in demeanor is small enough that it might just be me overspeculating, but there's tension there.

And pair that with the fact that Ben says "Get in-between two girlfriends?" Like, are they arguing?! Sammy's trying to get him to choose sides? Am I getting that right?

*Cough* I mean, though, Ben would probably choose Yaz ngl, they besties. No hate on Sammy but *Cough*

Sorry, what was I saying 😅

And the line right before that when Sammy says "Ben, help me out here!" Makes me think that Sammy has been trying to get Yaz to stop obsessing over this hologram thing for a while, and maybe the only reason they came to the university was to get her to stop her research and come with them since I'm assuming this is maybe when Darius is picking up the rest of the gang. Again, I could be wrong, but that's personally what I think.

Speaking of the picking up of the campers, I love how most of us collectively agreed that the order was Sammy Kenji Yaz. That was just funny to me :)

Anyway, does that mean Yaz is just living at the University doing her hologram shit and Sammy has been trying to convince her to just come home? Cause that would be so incredibly sweet and terribly sad at the same time, like, c'mon :(((

And now there's dinosaurs chasing them again and everyone thinks Brooklyn is dead and now it's not a matter of "I miss you" but "It's not safe anymore"?

God, this show has so much potential how tf am I so invested in animated characters.

This post ended up being way longer than I anticipated so Ima end it here <333

Toodles!

[caaaatoad]

Night Swimming With Dabi - Dabi x Reader

Fluff/hurt/comfort | Summary: Night swimming with Dabi

WARNINGS: SPOILERS for Dabi’s backstory, suggestive comments, reader’s in a bathing suit, Dabi is shirtless and applies sunscreen to the reader’s back, kissing, lots of skinship, scars, burns, lemme know if I missed smth! I’ll edit grammar tmr

- -

“Dabi…!”

He grinned behind the window, his knock hitting air as you scrambled to open it. Your clock read midnight, cool night breeze spilling into your room as much as the moonlight did.

You noticed the bag he held as he slipped inside. Your heart was racing, gently holding his arms and padding him down. When your hands landed on his chest, you felt the rumble of his laugh underneath your palms.

“Touchy, aren’t you doll?” He said smoothly, planting his hands at your waist, pulling you closer. “Dreamin’ of me or something?”

Heat flooded your cheeks. He clearly wasn’t hurt this time. Memories of him gasping for breath, nearly falling on-top of you and leaving blood on your window filled your head. The man’s white shirt you clutched too was usually ridden with blood and wholes when he visited at this hour. Despite the fabric being white as the moon, you couldn’t help but lift up his shirt. The tips of your ears burned red at his teases. Relief flooded your body when all your eyes landed on was old scars, no fresh ones but a few bruises.

Biting your lip, you wanted to tend to them more somehow. Letting his shirt fell, nothing in this world could had prepared you for the look Dabi was giving you. For once, it wasn’t cocky or smirky - his lips were pressed in a firm line. Whatever laid behind those pretty blue eyes of his was indescribable.

You still had to ask. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“You really want this off, don’t ya?” He asked, cocky and smirky again while he tugged slightly at the low- cut collar of his shirt, showing off the top of his pecs. “Relax, you’ll get what you want soon.”

It was true you only saw Dabi shirtless when you were patching him up. Heat flooded your face for the upteenth time tonight, your eyes glancing to your bed. He followed your gaze slightly, rolling his eyes.

“…Get your mind out of the gutter, yeah?” He mumbled, slipping the bag off his wrist as he lightly tossed it on your bed with a soft thump. Something coloured was visible through the thin plastic. You moved to peek inside.

“What’s this?” You whispered softly, heart fluttering as you gently pulled out the contents. It was a bathing suit. Not just any bathing suit, it was the one you said you wanted. You also noticed the receipt was in the bag - the villain’s subtle way of telling you he bought it. Moreover, it meant Dabi would never gift you something stolen.

Gift. “Thank you Dabi…”

You looked at him. The tension left his body as you smiled, rushing to him with the bathing suit still in hand as you pecked his lips. For all the teasing he threw at you, his stiffness meant he was caught off guard. While you surprised him, nothing could stop his lips meeting yours as if you were the missing piece to his puzzle.

“Are you taking me swimming?” You asked with a giddy smile.

Dabi’s eye roll held no venom, nodding at your bathing suit. “No, I’m not. Just wanted you to sleep with that thing like a teddy bear,” he answered dryly, stepping towards the door. “Get changed, and I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

A surge of confidence washed over you. “You don’t wanna watch?”

He coughed abruptly, fumbling with the door knob and closing the door once he left. The villain was truly innocent when it came to you.

Chucking slightly, you changed. You checked yourself out in the mirror. It was a perfect fit and your favourite colour. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen, you rushed down the stairs and nearly missed a few steps. You slipped on your flip flops, linking your arm in his as you beckoned him to the door. Dabi only stared at you, his eyes the only part of him visible in his high-zipped jacket. It was a gentle look until it wasn’t, as he tilted your chin up. What he whispered in your ear made your knees weak, and he laughed at the pout you wore.

Patting his chest lightly, you mustered, “My goodness, you’re shameless!”

“We’ll I sure hope so,” he said, capturing your wrist and smiling into the kiss he pressed against your pulse.

“Yeah, yeah, listen, where’s your bathing suit? You look dressed an ice bath or something.”

“I am a super villain, in case you forgot doll.”

When Dabi saw you reach for the doorknob, a low, “Not so fast” stopped your movements. Before you could turn around, a jacket was draped over your shoulders. Dabi’s jacket. It was cleaned, which was unusual, and beyond the lavender detergent was the underlying scent of smoke and cigars. You could tell he tried to get rid of it.

“Was gon’ say sorry for it smelling funny,” he said, grabbing your hand, “But since you sniffing it like other dogs sniff other dog’s butts, guess next time I’ll skip the washer.”

“Oh my god.” You said as he snorted, unable to keep a straight face. “Did you just compare me to a dog? Babe, I didn’t know you were such the romantic.”

“Now you do,” he laughed, a sound as sweet as it was rare.

As the door opened, you were hit with the smell of spring and the cool night breeze. Dabi tucked his jacket tighter around your shoulders, leading you down an alleyway so dark the moonlight barely reached.

“Stay close, yeah?” He whispered to you softly, intertwining your fingers together while his other hand slipped around your waist.

“I haven’t yet burnt all the creeps in this world that’d lay their filthy hands on you.”

…

Dabi led you to a faraway lake outside the city. You lived closer to the country areas of Japan, where the streets were replaced with rolling beaches and shimmering lakes. Moonlight danced upon the waters, and the night sky was absent of buildings except for a shining, full moon.

The air carried the smell of water with it, the smell of distant trees whistling by you as the leaves budded in the midst of Spring. A few stars laid overhead now that you squinted, and the moon casted its waving reflection in the waters. Waves crashed against the rocks.

You laid down a towel in the sand, gently folding up Dabi’s jacket and doing the same to the other he shrugged off. You brought out a bottle of sunscreen, applying it your face, arms and legs. You glanced at your boyfriend, who’s brows were furrowed. He looked at you like you had two heads.

“There’s literally no sun—“

“Shush and do my back.”

Dabi grumbled a bit as he rubbed the stupid sunscreen onto his palms. He was hesitant to lay his scarred and rough hands on your back, worried his staples would rub against your soft, and unscathed skin. Yes, your skin bore some imperfections that were perfectly gorgeous. Any scars or birthmarks you bore were nothing compared to the patches of discoloured and dead flesh stapled all over his body. His hand barely hovered over your skin at first, and when you complained, he grunted and gently spread the cream over your back.

You must had been really set on applying this stuff if you were willing to go as far as have his disgusting hands wander your back. If wearing sun protection at night wasn’t any hint.

When he was done, you turned around and smiled at him. “Thanks, baby.”

He nodded. You looked at him like you were expecting more, while the man was still waiting for a remark about how disgusting his touch was even after his hands left your body.

He got up, and you gently grabbed his arm. Your fingers curled around the healthy parts of his skin, cautious of his scars even though they were unfeeling. You didn’t want to touch them.

“Let me apply some on you,” you said.

He gently shrugged you off. “Not that It’s was ever a concern, but I’m already burnt, darling.”

You frowned slightly. It was meant to be something like a joke, despite it being true. Whatever it was, it wasn’t supposed to fill your eyes with pity. The man’s hatred for pity dug roots deep within his core.

His eyes glanced towards the lake. “…we just gon’ stand here or what?”

You smiled at him. Cheekily. “I don’t know… you don’t look pretty ready to me.”

“I took my jacket off.”

You tugged on his shirt lightly, saying, “I thought you said I’d get what I want.”

His eyes widened slightly at your boldness. If his shirt wasn’t hiding the sloppy scars and staples over his stomach and chest, he would had you burying your steaming face against him - a sight he was quite fond of.

Your eyes softened, flirty tone disappearing. “You know it’s nothing I’ve never seen before.”

“Of course I know that,” he muttered. It was true. You’ve seen his scars, tended to them, stitched him where he needed stitches and stapled where he needed staples. In those moments, you were focused on keeping him alive, keeping the blood in his veins. You weren’t… dare he say admiring him, really noticing how his body looked like. Those dire moments left no time for you decide if you liked his appearance or not.

The truth was, he did not look much different than he did on a ‘good’ day today than a bad one. The truth was, Dabi’s stomach was in knots at the thought of him taking off his shirt and deciding you didn’t like what his quirk had done to him.

“I… was just teasing,” you whispered softer than the wind breezing past. “I’m sorry.”

Dabi grit his teeth. He always did this, always burned the mood. The man only stopped gritting to blow smoke out of his mouth, hating the way your eyes downturned.

You were in his arms in a second, yelping. Your expression was pretty cute. He had a hand underneath your thigh, exchanging glances between you and the lake. You gawked at him, and he shut you a toothy grin as he sprinted towards the water.

Cold water splashed into you both. The lake’s waves gently rolled into stillness once you made contact with the water. A mere drop against your skin and your quirk let you control surrounding bodies of it. Your laughter crowded his senses, the softness of your hands on his shoulders as you nuzzled your face into his neck. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as you started planting gentle kisses on his neck, your lips moving across the scarred, coarse flesh shamelessly. As if his skin was as soft as yours.

“Cutest villian around,” you said, for no damn reason whatsoever.

He decided with a smirk he was going to punish you for calling him such a revolting thing. Cute? If that was a joke, he wasn’t laughing.

Once he was deep enough, he threw you into the water with a grand SPLASH!

Chuckling, he looked down at your wet hair and pout - eyes burning with a fury he’s never seen before. Dabi had faced heroes and villains, the worst parts, people in society ever since he was a young boy. The villian endured the anger of a father who deemed his son not good enough, and burned himself out trying to prove he was. He was tugged by the clothes on his back the like you tugged his shirt with a shocking strength, and was dragged through the ash as quickly as you pulled him into the water.

Popping his head above the water, you laughed at the fact how his raven spikes still defied gravity when they were wet. He ran a hand through his wet hair, the other splashing you with a wave of water.

You laughed and splashed him back, he finally realized. This was so different. Your eyes were absent of fury, there was no flames in your touch as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dipping his hands underwater to straddle your hips, holding you when your legs got tired of treading. It was as if your touch brought the nerves he burned back into his scarred flesh, like he could feel the love behind your teases and retaliations. The word made his throat close up, and tried to swallow him up like the water if he stopped treading his legs.

His wet shirt clung uncomfortably to his body. The thin fabric was a wall between you both. Dabi wanted to be flush against your body. He wanted to explore every expanse of you the moonlight touched, and was willing to let you do the same. Dabi knew he was obsessed, the man wanted to be as close to you, as connected as each droplet in this body of water.

You treaded for a bit as he took off his shirt. He discarded it, instantly scooping you up in his arms. A part of him wanted to bury his face into your shoulder and from your gaze. He surprised himself when he didn’t. The moon casted a wreath of its glow around your figure, deeming you ethereal and not made to fit against his broken body so perfectly.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he shut his eyes. His stomach turned at the thought of his staples hurting you. You made no sign of it, resting your hands on his face and tracing the scars along his jaw. The water moved softly around you, as your touch flowed from the scars on his face to the blotchy, burns on his body much like it.

He strengthened his hold on you when you brought one of his hands to your lips, kissing his wrecked knuckles and not flinching at cold metal against your skin. Your affections made him breathless, and yet he kissed your lips as if they’d grant him his last breath. The sensations, the warmth took him like a gentle tide, overtaking him, saving him from the flaming shores. You were the opposite of a kindling. You were a dousing strong enough to make him forget his flames and the sweltering depths of hell he was forced to tread through.

You treaded your fingers through his wet strands, breaths mingling together. You wore a smile, crystallized droplets falling off your body as you rose in his embrace. The man’s strong arms steadied you.

“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your side. Instantly, he wanted to take it back. The man hadn’t mean to sound scary, as if he could really do anything if you decided to leave.

You smiled, tilting his chin up until your lips were nearly inches away. “I’ll never let you go either.”

The man stilled against you. Looking down, he stopped treading. Somehow you were both above water many depths taller than him.

You flashed him a cocky smile. Droplets of water danced around you, eyes glistening with moonlight.

“If you could make us float all this time…” he started.

“I like swimming.”

“Oh really?” He said, lips upturned. “Because to me, you’ve been in my arms all night.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Opposites. He was fire and you were water. Yet, you were both similar, both casted out and left to burn and drown. Both were hell. Maybe you both didn’t deserve it at some point.

“I know you think you don’t deserve me, that I deserve better or some shit,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “But I want you to forget about that all, okay? Forget deserve. Who cares? You want me, and I want you. I’m a grown adult, I can make my own decisions.”

He chuckled weakly. “You sure make some pretty bad ones.”

“You act like I’m some Angel.”

“But you are,” he said against your skin, planting a kiss at your neck that made you shiver more than the cool, night air breezing past.

What else could bring him back to life? Hatred had rose him from the ashes, only to live another life of burn and misery. A living hell. Something completely opposite brought him back a second time. Dabi tasted heaven every time your lips met. Your scent clouded his senses.

“I love you,” he said, so easily and simply it scared him. Just turning away had the power to destroy him.

“I love you too.”

Only an angel could ever love a villain like him. Could look past the sins he cremated. Love was what revived him, his second lifeline after the first with no strings attached. It was too good to be true… which was why you weren’t an angle, he’d never be forgiven, he’d never be redeemed. You were both just crazy, laughing under the moonlight in far-off lake.

Dabi didn’t believe everyone deserves love, and it’s completely fucked that an arsonist and a murder gets to be loved. He was a villain and he was going to do what villains do best.

He was just gonna take it.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello:)))

I haven't seen anything against this but if u feel uncomfy with this just ignore it please!

Could you do a newt x autistic fem!reader? Like they find it hard to deal with noise, panic attacks, stims, hyperfixations and being tired from masking?? Again if this makes you uncomfy please ignore it. Thanks:))))

Ahhhhh thank you for this ask!! Don't worry it's not uncomfortable at all - I just want to make sure my representation is done well ❤❤

Tides

Newt x autistic!fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Notes: okay so, so far in my fics I've written representations of asexual and deaf people. With the ace!reader I wrote that from my own experiences, and for the deaf!reader I've had interactions with the deaf community, so I had a bit of background. However, I don't know a lot of autistic people, so my representation in this fic is completely research-based. Please let me know if anything should be changed - it is really not a problem to go through and make edits

Warnings: language, feelings of insecurity due to autism, panic attacks, minor injuries (some blood and stitches, not detailed though)

You think you've acclimated to the Glade pretty well.

The first day was... pretty shit.

You'd been dropped in a strange place, blocked in by a massive hulking Maze, and you spent the whole day forcing yourself to maintain eye contact and make awkward conversation with people who were clearly trying their best to be friendly (or flirtatious, but you ignore those).

You think back to that first night, during the celebration bonfire.

This whole bonfire situation is starting to overwhelm you. You can hear the raucous shouts of drunk boys bombarding your senses, and their voices overlap to form a huge wall of noise that starts to crash down on you.

It's like you're drowning. You feel your breaths start to quicken and your palms grow sticky, and something in you tells you to get out.

You stand abruptly, walking quickly away from the group and into the open field.

You gulp in deep lungfuls of the cool night air and try to calm yourself, not bothering to wipe away the tears sliding down your face.

Newt had come to find you that night, and had comforted you gently.

In an overwhelmed rant, you'd ended up spilling out all your feelings and explaining your issue with the noise of the other Gladers.

You remember stepping back, terrified that you sounded crazy or weird, but Newt had actually understood what you were going through, and kept you company in the field for the night.

⭒----⭒

"Morning Y/n," greets Jeff as you enter the medical hut.

You'd been chosen to be a Medjack by the end of your first week, and have been training for a while now.

You mostly watch Clint and Jeff bandage the regular scrapes, and practice making the cures and salves from the herbs and medicines in the storage cupboard.

There are tens of ingredient combinations for each different cure, but you memorised them all within a week. You'd stolen Jeff's booklet of cure methods and learnt them while reading at breakfast, fingers tapping on the table as your eyes flicked across the pages.

You're always moving your hands, whether that's drumming your fingers on whatever surface is near, or shaking your hands, or just playing with your fingers.

You get some weird looks for it sometimes, and usually end up shoving down the instinct.

You don't read at lunch though, cause Newt always flops down and starts ranting about whatever Glade disaster he had to deal with in the morning. You love chatting with him and Minho, and Alby too when he pops up on occasion.

You were worried that after your spill in the field on the first night Newt would treat you differently, but he mostly just made subtle movements to make you comfortable.

He always finds you on the nights you stay up for hours mass-making salves for burns that haven't even happened, too lost in your work to notice that the rest of the Glade has already gone to bed.

On some of those nights he simply provides quiet company by sitting in one of the medical beds, but if he think's you're not sleeping enough he'll persuade you to stop your task and go to bed.

⭒----⭒

Most days you can hide your differences.

You can force yourself to hold your hands still and look straight into people's eyes when they're talking, and smile along.

But it's exhausting, and it's all started to build up in your head.

One afternoon, you're still worn out from trying to just act normal the previous night, and it's not at all helped by the commotion outside.

The yelling fills your ears and swells as the voices grow closer to the medical hut.

"What's going on?" mutters Clint, looking out the window in frustration.

You focus and try to tune out the noise, going back to the hangover cures you're making for the next Greenie bonfire.

"Hey! We need Medjacks!" calls the boys from outside.

"Shuck," says Jeff, rushing out to check on them.

"C'mon Y/n, sounds like a few injured," says Clint, lightly touching your shoulder.

You shrug the hand off automatically, before realising and sending him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," you say, looking down.

"Nothing to be sorry for," replies Clint with an easy smile. Then he looks outside, concerned. "I'll go out with Jeff, you stay and prepare the hut."

You nod and wrench your focus away from the hangover cures.

Alright Y/n, you can do this. You lock down that feeling of wrong that comes from forcing yourself away from making the cures when you were fully immersed in them just seconds ago.

You're usually pretty good with patients, but you're drained from way too many difficult interactions last night, plus the noise from outside the hut.

The noise gets worse as a bunch of boys barge through the door.

"Accident with the Builders," explains Clint as he stumbles in holding up an injured Glader.

The guy probably fell from one of the roofs.

Clint manoeuvres the guy onto a bed and turns to you. "Jeff and I 'ave gotta deal with this guy, can you check on the rest?"

"Okay," you respond, head starting to ache from the noise.

The rest aren't really injured, just a bit scratched or bruised.

There's one guy that needs stitches though, so you sit him down on a bed and give him some anaesthetic.

"Woah, what are you doing with that?" he yelps as you lift a needle.

"You need stitches," you tell him, gesturing to his arm like it's obvious, cause it is.

"C'mon, man suck it up," jeers one of the other Builders.

You're head begins to pound.

You reach out and hold his arm steadily as you begin stitching the wound closed.

The noise has passed breaking point by a long way now, as the boys start shouting "ew" and "dude, can you feel that".

The sound of their voices increase tenfold as Newt walks into the hut.

"Alright, what the shuck happened?" he demands.

He doesn't see you surrounded, caged in on your low stool with tall boys standing around you yelling.

Your breaths start shuddering through your chest and you grip your needle tighter to stop your shaking hands as you struggle to finish the stitches.

The boys start loudly explaining their stories.

"Gally was just barking orders-"

"And Ryan fell off his shuckin' ladder-"

"-idiot kicked me in the face on the way down."

"Then Pete sliced his goddamn arm open-"

The sound of their voices lances through your head and you rush to finish and bandage Pete's arm, tossing the needle on the table and raising your hands to cover your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hunching over and hyperventilating at this point.

You need out. You need to get away. But there's people all around you, and the exit is so far away.

"Hey, uh- You okay?" Pete's worried voice barely manages to cut through the waves of noise crashing over you.

"Oi, move aside." Newt shoves through the wall of people, and he inhales sharply as he sees you.

"Alright. Everyone out," he commands, pointing out the door. "You too Pete."

Newt tugs the curtain closed around the cubicle and bends down beside you.

"Y/n, hey, hey. Can you hear me? Just breath, you're okay." He reaches out and gently guides your hands from their clamped position over your ears.

"That's good. You hear me now, yeah? It's just us. I promise it's okay. You wanna open your eyes?"

Your breaths slow down a little as you open your eyes and meet his concerned gaze.

He gives you a smile. "That's really good, Y/n. Just focus on me. Here, breathe with me."

You sit there for a few minutes, just inhaling and exhaling and matching Newt's rhythm.

You let out a shaky breath. "Thanks," you say, voice scratchy.

He opens an arm in offer, and you know that you could say no with a simple shake of the head.

But the comfort would be nice right now.

You slide off the stool and onto the floor with him, slumping against his body and pressing your face into his shoulder as he rubs soothing circles on your back.

⭒----⭒

Dinnertime passes and you stay in Medjack hut, continuing with the hangover cures you were making earlier.

It calms your head; first bottle, one drop, second ingredient, mix, next component, etc, then repeat the whole thing.

"Hey." Jeff knocks gently on the door. "Some of the boys wanna apologise for earlier. I told them I'd just pass the message on."

"Thank you," you say with a smile.

"Here, Clint got some dinner for you." Jeff sets the plate down on your table. "Make sure you don't sleep too late, okay?"

You nod. "Promise."

"Alright, night Y/n."

⭒----⭒

You definitely do not keep to that promise.

When there's enough hangover cures for the next three months, you move on to stomach medicine and re-rolling bandages, then you rearrange the entire storage cupboard and wash all the equipment.

You don't even know how much time has passed until Newt walks in.

He doesn't say anything, just leans on the wall until you see him (which takes a concerningly long period of time).

"Newt," you say, only half surprised.

"I missed you at dinner earlier."

He catches your guilty glance at the food on the table, now cold.

"Ah." He picks up the plate. "We'll get you breakfast tomorrow. Come with me to the bin."

Your gaze flicks back to the work table, calling you to come back and keep making the cold cures.

"Y/n, please walk with me." He gives you an pointed look and raises his eyebrows. Then he extends his hand towards you with a grin.

You huff and push away from the table, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers with his as you stand in the doorway.

He looks at you, thrown off for a second.

You tilt your head at him. "Are we gonna go or..."

"Yeah, let's go," he says, breezing out. You laugh as he yanks on your hand to pull you with him.

"Are you okay, after earlier?"

"I think so. Or at least, I will be, after a while."

He tosses the food in the bin and turns to you.

"So why aren't you sleeping then?"

"Why aren't you?" you shoot back.

"I was waiting for you," he responds easily.

It's a simple sentence, but it warms you all the way down to your toes.

"I won't be able to sleep, even if I go to bed," you admit. "Too much going on in here," you say, tapping your head with a finger.

He seems to think for a moment. "Walk with me again."

"Where?"

"Keepers' personal huts," he replies, grinning.

You stop walking for a second, and he turns to face you.

"Unless-"

You step forward and take his hand again. "I really think it's unfair that you guys get your own huts."

The grin returns.

"I'm just walking there with you, though," you clarify with a raised eyebrow.

The moon illuminates his smile. "Of course."

Your heartrate picks up a little as you walk closer - but in the good way, like fluttering.

You and Newt have sort of been dancing around each other for a while. You're not oblivious, and you know how you feel, but you haven't done anything about it so far.

You’ve been trying to hype yourself up to confess your feelings, but you haven’t been able to do it yet.

Part of you is worried he’ll be creeped out by how you feel for him. Who would want to deal with all your problems in a relationship?

But at the same time you can see that he likes you too, at least a little bit.

You know he cares about you from the way he takes care of you and genuinely wants to know you.

And you’re pretty sure it’s not just friendly feelings. He always blushes at your embarrassingly lame attempts at flirting, and you think he tries to flirt back in his own way. You're not sure about that one though.

Anyway, you get to his hut, and he opens the door and walks in.

"Y/n." You realise you've been standing in the doorway for while now.

"Yeah."

"Close the door behind you," he says, deliberately vague.

He turns and starts casually rearranging the few things in the room, giving you time to decide.

You glance at the door handle.

Then you step into the room and shut the door behind you.

He sits on the bed, fiddling with the blanket nervously.

You both seem to keep switching from confident to shy, like tides pulling back and forth.

It's getting old. You definitely need to confess soon, and just get it all out.

There's one low-burning torch in the room, so you can see as he moves to lie down on the bed.

The other side of the bed has more than enough room for you to fit comfortably.

"Y/n. I'm not gonna do anything," he says softly.

You snort. "That's a great line."

You can feel the way he rolls his eyes. "Let's just sleep, okay?"

You move carefully into the bed beside him, pulling the blanket over yourself.

There's a safe distance between the two of you, and you lie on your sides facing each other.

There's a few beats of silence before Newt speaks again.

"You're still awake."

You huff out a soft laugh. "That would've been a fast time to fall asleep in."

He doesn't respond.

You sigh. "Everything is too much," you tell him. "I can't- There are too many feelings. The noise from earlier... everyone was just yelling so much, and it's like it's still in my head."

He nods understandingly.

"Okay," he says. "Let's try something. Listen out, what can you hear?"

You sigh again. "It's not that easy."

"I know, just humour me."

"Okay. I can hear..." you pause listening. "There's a bit of breeze."

"From where?" he asks, shifting slightly.

"The w- window." Your voice stutters as his hand brushes yours, both your arms bent at the elbow.

Oh. That's what he's doing.

"I can hear you," you say quietly.

"You can," he agrees. He brushes his fingers with yours again.

"Oh for fuck's sake." You grab his hand and hold it properly.

He lets out a soft chuckle. "So, is the noise any better?"

"Yeah..." You can't concentrate. You're basically breathing the same air as him now.

"There was one other thing," you say. "Keeping me up."

"And what was that?"

You've just gotta tell him. It's taking up way too much energy to keep it down.

"I kind of like you," you whisper. "Without the kind of. I mean, I like you. A lot. Was kinda hoping you feel the same."

Your heart drops for a second when he lets go of your hand, but he just moves to pull you closer. You melt against him, tangling your legs together as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"I like you too," he says. "Also a lot."

"Okay," you say, smile stretching involuntarily. "That's all, then. I think I can sleep now."

"Yeah? I'm glad." He pauses. "One more thing though."

"Hm-" he cuts you off with a kiss.

You pull back, surprised.

"Shuck, shuck, sorry. I meant to ask but then I got... and I forgot, shuck-"

"Newt. It's fine. Just caught off guard."

"Oh, okay."

There's a pause.

"Newt?"

"Yeah"

You lean in, and he meets you in the middle.

You fall asleep easily after that, after exchanging a few more soft kisses.

This one was pretty rushed at the end so it probably feels a bit messy there. I might go back and edit but every time I say that I don't do it so we'll see. Apologies for the weird ending, for now.

Side note that I desperately wanted to have in the fic but couldn't figure out how to squeeze in:

Y/n gets tired of suppressing her stims sometimes (the hand movements and tapping stuff) so sometimes Newt's just like 'here' and they sit together while she plays with his hands instead of her own. They get a pen and sometimes she just draws stars and hearts all over his hands.

Thank you for anon for requesting, and thank you for reading!

@idkwhattonamethishi16 thank you for the lovely words I’m glad you enjoyed ❤️ (writing this here cause my comment thing doesn’t work lol)

[railingsofsorrow]

Anti-Hero

[jj maybank x reader]

SONG INSPIRATION » ANTI-HERO by taylor swift

[ part of the “taylor swift anthology”]

summary: with summer comes changes and you all for it. except when those changes brings a truth you don't want to accept. and your best friend is responsible for leaving you intrigued.

or, in which you and jj have become closer during summer, but growing feelings make you push him away. it might take a storm for you to figure out what you really want.

pairings: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

w.c: 1.9K

warnings/content: insecurities; self doubt (conversations about not deserving someone); mataphors about drowning (nothing bad happens!); a storm™; sarah cameron gives great advice <3

navi

masterpost

A/N: found this in my WIPS and thought it fit anti-hero pretty well. this is my interpretation of the song which I relate a lot. + we got obx s3 being released tmr and this is kind of a celebration to it (I miss my boys and my girls). good reading!

A/N²: poorly edited. I'm sleepy.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

❝ it's me, hi, I'm the

problem, it's me. ❞

➶ ➷

“I see what you do when you get attached, you know?” Sarah broke the silence after a few minutes. Her hair had gotten a lighter shade of blonde over the summer, you noticed.

It wasn't the only thing that changed in Sarah Cameron during the summer. Your best friend had gotten stronger, much different from when she was last year, less judgemental about certain subjects her dad brainwashed her with.

You were proud of her. So incredibly proud for what she had become.

One thing, however, had not changed at all: how well she was able to read you.

You changed as well. For the better? For the worst? You weren't sure. You just know that your friends had become your family more than anyone else in your life. And you were grateful for that. Maybe, they were a big part of your change during the summer, too.

The dirty haired blond with toned body that surfed the harsh waves in front of you was definitely responsible for those changes, too. You couldn't deny it; you just didn't say it out loud.

“Attached to what?” You replied after a while of observing the boy. He hipnotized you some times. JJ Maybank had a way with you you'd never understand fully.

“Attached to someone, romantically.” Sarah specified, giving you a look to let you know she knew you weren't paying attention. “You're doing it to him.”

You shifted on the towel, feeling apprehensive. Sarah had become fucking bold, huh?

No. She had always been like that.

“I don't even know what you're talking about, Sarah.” You said, playing dumb.

“Yes, you do. I can see it in your face. You venture with someone new, have fun, and as soon as your heart gives that little jump you run away.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to look at your other friends who were engaged in a calm conversation. You watched as John B. pecked Sarah's lips and sprinted towards the sea with his board.

“He cares about you. More than you see,” Sarah's smile died down as his boyfriend dove in and she turned to you again, nudging your thigh with hers. “JJ is a good guy, you know? Which, of course, that does not give anyone a hundred percent certainty of no heartbreak—”

You groan, burying your face in the towel as you spun on your back to the sun.

“Sarah—”

“— and if he does break your heart I'll murder him—”

“Sarah!”

“—but you have to think about trying before giving up, alright?” That caught your attention so you lifted your face to stare at her bewildered. She had a look as if she knew something you didn't. “If you don't try, you'll never see if it will be worth it.”

You knew she said it from experience. Her relationship with John B. had been a shot in the dark. Before they came to know each other better. There were hardships, there were bad moments. But there were good ones. A lot of those; you saw it. And the way they looked and cared for one another... It was all worth it.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you say down again. The sun was gone and the clouds painted the sky a dark shade of gray. A storm was coming. You could feel it.

“I don't even know if he wants a relationship with me, Sarah,” you blurted out, pushing your hair back. “And—and even if he did. It would never work out. We're completely different people. Polar opposites. JJ deserves someone that is worth his time.”

The boys were surfing together, now. Hyping each other up. Kiara scolded them because of the storm and ordered them to come back.

“You're blind as fuck to not notice the way he looks at you like you're a fallen star or something,” she rolled her eyes as you started to play with the hem of your bathing suit. “You need to let yourself feel happiness. I like seeing you happy, it's an amazing sight to see my best friend happy, do you know that?”

Laying your head on her shoulder, you let out a long sigh.

“I like seeing you happy, too, Sarah. I love you.”

“Thanks, I love me, too.”

You slap her thigh, gaining a pinch in your arm. Making a face, you retracted your hand to massage the spot. Sarah grinned at you.

“And who the fuck told you you're not worth JJ's time?”

You gave her an eye-roll as your cheeks heat up. You weren't, you knew it. How could you be? You weren't half of the person you wanted to be and he deserved a hundred percent. Of everything.

JJ Maybank did not deserve halves. He deserved the whole fucking sea. What good would it be for him to have someone wearing masks because the skeletons in their closets was too much to bear?

He already had too much on his plate. You wouldn't add to it. You were the problem, not him.

Looking up at the horizon, the clouds were a deep shade of grey. You could hear the soft patter of the rain against the sand. You raised your palm to feel the tears from the sky.

“Hi,”

Sprinkles of cold water landed in your face interrupting your inner monologue. You flinched when it hit your bear back, too. It wasn't the rain. Lifting your sight to glare at dirty blonde hair and a killer smile, your eyes softened without you noticing.

“A beer for your thoughts?” He offered, plotting down next to you. Seems like none of you were bothered by the coming storm, everyone else was either still swimming or splattered around in the sand.

“Thanks,” you accepted the cold bottle with a smile, taking a sip. “Won't share anything, though.”

JJ gave you a pout, “That wasn't the deal.”

“Tough life, baby.”

His lips stretched in a soft smile. It had been a while since you said the petname. It had been a while since you've held a conversation with him, to be honest. For weeks, JJ had been trying to figure it out what he had done, how he attempted to mess up his relationship with you. It would eventually happen, he knew it. He fucks everything up at some point. Blame it on genetics.

Was it something he said? An action? Had he made you uncomfortable?

He didn't know. He just wanted to make it right again. He felt like you were slipping through his fingers, like the drops of rain falling into your hand. And even if he only were able to have your friendship, that's alright; he didn't want to lose you. Never. You were the stable path he had searched for his whole life. he couldn't miss the trail. Not again.

“You alright?” you asked, noticing the small pinch in his eyebrows as he stared unfocused at the sea. Sarah had abandoned you for John B and Kiara, they were racing each other like children. You hadn't seen when Sarah left her spot, only who took it. You haven't decided if you should be happy or frustrated. JJ seemed to show up every time your thoughts reached his persona. Leaving you unprepared.

The rain was starting to pick up. Maybe you should head in to the Chateau.

You didn't move. Neither did him.

“Yeah. Are you?” He threw the question back at you. Tis tone made you drift your attention back to be beer. You glared at it. And you also mentally glared at Sarah and her stupid words that wouldn't leave your mind.You're blind as fuck to not notice the way he looks at you like you're a fallen star or something.

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“I don't know. Can't read your mind.”

“What's the fun if you could?”

“Then I would know what I did wrong.”

You sucked in a breath, meeting his eyes without meaning to. “What?” You knuckles turned white as you held the neck of the bottle tighter. JJ didn't wavered. He was always the brave one. You were always the coward.

“You've been distant,” before you were able to protest, he rushed out, “Maybe I'm reading too much into it, maybe you really are. I don't know. Did I do something to upset you?”

“No,” you said without hesitation. Because he hadn't. What was happening wasn't his fault. “I— I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” It was yours. So for the first time —blame it on Sarah-Motherfucking-Cameron—you chose to own the truth instead of offering the easy lie.

His eyes softened. He could see the struggle in your eyes. “Are you sure? 'Cause I can handle it. You don't have to pretend I didn't fucked it up for my sake,” JJ knew you too well to know you would rather be silent than to hurt anyone with your words. Even if it would hurt you. He didn't want it with him. He wanted you to be okay. Truly okay. No masks or lies needed.

“JJ,” you whispered. “You did nothing wrong. I'm just— I'm confused, it's all. It's not your fault, if anything, it's mine.”

He frowned, “Why would it be your fault?”

You sighed, “I distanced myself. from you. I didn't meant to, but I did. It wasn't anything you did. At least not like you think.”

“Not like I think?”

You chuckled at his puzzled look.

“I care about you, JJ. So we should give up from this and just, move on to another subject. An easier one.” You pleaded.

He rasied his eyebrows, “I don't want to move on from this yet,” he felt a bit bold. “Why did you distanced yourself if it wasn't something I did?”

You stayed quiet, watching his fingers pull his now-wet strands back. Your own hair was starting to stick to your shoulders and back because of the rain. It was getting stronger. But your body was frozen because you were caught off guard. You weren't expecting this conversation to arrive today. Or ever. You would never be prepared for this.

“It was easier.”

“Easier?”

“Yes.”

“Why was it easier to be away from me?”

“Because I was drowning and even if I know how to swim I'm not sure I want to.”

Oh.

Oh.

JJ was in desperate need of your full attention now. But you wouldn't meet his eyes as hard as he burned his onto your face. He was searching for answers.

“That's fine,” he said carefully, scared to drive you away again. “You don't have to keep swimming. You can just... stay afloat for a while. Rest your breath. You won't drown.” The water of the sky tasted salty in his tongue. He observed your profile paint with drops and refrained from brushing a thumb against it.

I've been drowning since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You thought, blinking fast when the rain started to lnd in your eyelashes.

“I can't stay afloat,” you croaked out softly.

“I can help you with that,” you gazed up at him. “It's not hard,” he said with a soft smile, his palm capturing a bit of the storm like you were doing previously. “You just have to believe for a second and relax. Let your mind free, you know? I'll be there the whole time, if you let me.”

Please, let me.

Please.

“What if I drift from the shore?” You frown when his hair fell right into his eyes, drenched. Holding yourself back to not push it back.

“I'll swim and bring you back.”

I'd dive into the end of the ocean to find you. JJ thought.

“I could be too far gone, Maybank.”

Because you're the antihero in your story. You sabotage and you bargain your love life for the sake of being lonely. Simply because you couldn't handle being out of control. Or being reciprocated. It was terrifying to not be loved back. But it was even more terrifying to be loved.

“Never.” he shook his head. “Only if you want to be. Do you want to be?”

Too far gone from you? No.

Never.

I can't. Not anymore.

“No,” you admit after a while. Gaze glued to his. “I don't want to be too far.”

He hums, “Then I won't let you drift away. Do you trust me?” He asked, brushing a stray strand behind your ear.

“I do,” you feel a smile creeping in your face. “Of course, I do.”

He was grinning, a happy glint in his blue eyes. Even with the rain brushing against his face like tears. He was beautiful. “Well, then we don't have much to worry about, do we?”

“No, I don't think we do.”

The storm didn't diminished. And you didn't move. Maybe you could swim close to the shore, after all.

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A/N: part two?

[redheadspark]

OKAY SOOOO i’ve been watching so many fashion and styling videos and what do you think about druig with a partner who’s very into fashion and clothing. cause… that’s me lmao and i’d be dressing that man like there’s no tmr. i’d make that mf catwalk and spin for me LMAO- he’s just so bbgirl <3 i’ll make him my own barbie fashionista doll

YAS GURL YAS!

Let's talk about it:

With Druig being in the Amazon for the past 500 years, he never really had time to follow along with the fashion changes of the world.

You would show him all the ways of fashion, much to his amusement. He was a good sport for most of the things you would fit on him, and some things he would avoid like the plague.

He likes loose clothing, nothing tight to constraining. Druig was used to working all day in the Amazon, so loose clothing was a must.

He hates anything tight, much to your dismay since it did show some of his toned arms and muscles. He tried on a tight shirt once, seeing you eye him as he scoffed.

"Easy there, darlin'." He teased as you blushed.

He also loved wearing clothes that could breathe, nothing heavy or intense in the material. Cotton was the best thing since he wore that constantly back in his village. Most of his clothes were made by the elders, so he loved the organic feeling of his shirts and pants.

The first official thing you got him was a suit, a proper formal suit. He turned his nose up to the thought of wearing a suit, but then again you picked out a dark blue suit that had organic material and a linen shirt that was very breathable. Mostly you bought it for Sersi and Dane's wedding that was coming up, so having Druig wear something official was your goal.

He looked clean, sophisticated, and downright handsome to you. Of course, you were eyeing him in such a way as you two went to the wedding together.

It was safe to say that the suit ended up crumbling on the floor of your bedroom, along with your dress, by the time you both made it home.

When it comes to accessories, he barely wore anything. The beaded bracelet you made him for your anniversary was nestled on his wrist, snug and against his skin since he never once took it off.

You two went shopping one day at a thrift shop to get some furniture for your home office and your bedroom, Druig was looking around at the random things that were on sale as you were eyeing a nightstand. Yet he stopped in front of a set of hats that were on display, his blue eyes zoning in on the flat cap hanging.

You bought it for him without him seeing, giving it to him, or Christmas. He loved wearing it, feeling more human than at any time before.

Sure, he should be bothered by the clothes you would make him try on and wear. Then again, he loved you and trust you enough to give him some kind of guidance in what to wear in the real world.

He would wear anything you give him, knowing deep down that you cared and loved him.

The End

I'm telling ya'll, Barry Keoghan can ROCK a flat cap and be DAMN sexy ;)

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[cheeseandbretboy]

the painting i continued (from longer than a year ago) has too bright white highlights so i need to get rid of them AND quite possibly it would be nice to just give up and do whaeter and get on the train just ot look at all the stations i havent seen before nd cvt and listten to whip your kids on repeat again and again and have no money to afford to eat and find someone who is just so ?? and mean but not in that non self absorbed self absorbed way and stupid because everyone has too much to look forward to and too much to complain about and that makes everyone so yucky and hypocritical and ughghurejne me whenni have work tmr ALSO need to print out more movie photos AND anyone i meet gets so human and i get sick of them so easily but not myself so i will always be alone and thats a good thing unless im not listening to music then it is not so good bc i can hear my breathing an feel my skin also what even is life without music its just ------------------ no ty i do not want to be like amber or ritchie but oh i did thrift their shoes and also jasons but hes kind of an L WAIT that makes so much sense anyway that scene where they are walking in the store with the heavy combat boots that have been discontinued (why?) and a shotgun wow! imagine being tricked by a soda can what a loser anyway the sehleves ive built are really nice and after doing that with hands blistered and joints sore i realised i can fit everythign insdie it and oh god im gonna lose absolutely everything! and thn something even WoORSE hit me that none of this even means anytnign, what the flip, imagine this format will stop and we only live in the real world what then maybe just maybe musicals make sense and then i bash my head into my desk HOW COULD U FOR A SECOND THINK MUSICALS ARE OKAY blood is spurting just likein that scene in longlegs dilf, jokes no maybe nicholas cage hes too pasty this has gotten long uve recently discovered this rly underground and unpopular artist michael jackson yea nobodies really heard of him sigh WHY DO I HAVEA FRENCH BOOK OH GOD IM GOING TO HELL people should put everything ive ever ever made into a bible because that is all i am and i am so happy that is true so yea put this in as well and all my assigmnets and paintings and digital art from 2019 and old drawings and scribbles and south park doodles and short stories ad gore and all the deleted notes of measurrements (sigh why phone) and dont forget all the photos and the annotations i rubbed out later cuz they sounded dumb and too personal remember always to make ur writing as obscure as possible because people always look to make everything about them hey emotions are really stupid our brains are amazing at finding information so much of it but our conciousness is preoccupied with other stupid stuff like education and being horny so all we get is emotions that have been processed information so hey our thinking brain really is in the back seat and we cant change it yk im bnad! im bad! u knowit really really bad megamind... evan peters is eyeing me rn.. i did a really good job of diverting my mental problems its actually really good but i am hoping we can get back to them once they get fixed and maybe this dependence wiol go away too right maybe and wait a darn second are you telling me i wont find myself a tim burton anti hero what the flip unbelievable may i get a refund never sell your doc martens just break them in please the blisters and pus and blood will pass and they will be great i swear unless theyre the max platform types then u might have to keep getting pain but thats okay god dont tell me i need to work in the future although when i watched the movie for the 2nd time in cinemas there was 3 seconds where there was a doctor with a mask and wowww maybe i shld become one of those but i dontthink i have the right motivation maybe neurobiology maybe quantum mechanics mabe maybe even both like quantum mind god thats interesting but only after biology i need to get worried abt climate change and then realise OH MY GOD NOTHING MATTERS BUT OUR MINDS and thats

[lazar-codes]

01/02/2024 || Day 11 (dop)

TLDR:

🔸 added last class' ASL words to my program

🔸 worked on toggle for Frontend Mentor project

🔸 started and finished an illustration for fanart

🔸 started and nearly finished editing and rendering my recording of my illustration

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I can't believe I'm sick again. I've gotten sick for 3 out of the past 4 months, and I'm annoyed. Luckily this is the mildest illness compared to the other 2, but it's still not fun. All my symptoms have been spread out, so the past 3 days I've had one runny nostril, yesterday I was completely exhausted, this morning I lost my voice, and now the other nostril's runny.

Work

Frontend Mentor - I've been slowly chipping away at this project but now I gotta get my butt into gear because I wanted to finish this in January, and it's now February and I still have a lot left to do. Today I worked on the implementation of the toggle between the "monthly" and "yearly" plans, and I got it to work by changing the display to either the "monthly" or "yearly" cost to be either "none" or "block". This is basically what the HTML looks like, and below's the functionality for the toggle.

Basically, I get all the elements that have the term "plan_cost" as their class name and for each element, depending on what the toggle is on (i.e. monthly or yearly) I change their display property. I can fix the code to make it not repetitive, but for now it's fine. I've been doing this project using TypeScript and some of my errors are a little confusing, but Google is a good resource.

Anyways, here's what I have so far. It ain't much, but it's honest work;

Art

Ok, I'm gonna do a bit of a ramble here. I've been replaying The Last of Us Part 2 throughout all of January and I finished it last week. It's still an emotionally heavy game, but it did the trick and motivated me to want to draw some fanart. I've been sketching random stuff in my sketchbook almost every day (not lately now that I'm sick but whatever), but there's one idea that I had that I kept on coming back to, and today I had enough energy to sit down, open up Photoshop, and just draw it. And oh man, that felt really good! I haven't drawn in Photoshop in a while because I've been forcing myself to use Procreate, but it's just not the same. I feel like PS allows me to draw with more control of my lines and details and such, and my image just looks sharper than on Procreate. So I actually managed to pump out a piece that looks pretty much how I imagined it would look, and I didn't get frustrated like I would on Procreate. I also recorded my process and was working on making it a speedpaint, but nearly 4 hours of raw footage was rough on my PC and it's already super late at night, so I'll finish up that process tmr. I love making speedpaints and watching them afterwards. At least that'll count for my days of productivity tmr.