#and it's all fine i had food at the cinema i mean in the fridge from two days ago I didn't starve 🙄

[bredforloyalty]

45 actually but it was whatever ..

[jiminiejamie]

Bts!Stoner AU introduction

before we begin, i am in no way promoting people to smoke weed (well i kinda am) but i mean no harm in creating this, i just really like AUs for BTS and i thought this would be very interesting and frankly hilarious to imagine them like this lol. If you have any suggestions to add to the boys info or a situation you'd like to see them in please let me know I'd love to explore these characters and their lives!!

MY AO3:

Members:

Jin

Age: 26

Job: nobody knows, imagine chandler from friends, he has a job but nobody knows eXACTLY what it is. It includes maths and IT.

Sexuality: He’s quite ‘fluid’ and very open, most of his relationships have been open. His last relationship ended a few months back and they'd been together for 3 years so he is… how do you put this lightly.. He's been very horny lately so he has a few people he's seeing. (nothing serious!!)

Housing situation: Lives in a flat with namjoon and yoongi. It’s a relatively nice flat, four bedrooms for the three guys, they've tried in the past with a fourth roommate but they either moved on with their lives?? Or it went BAD.

Crushes: Namjoon..kinda.. He's kinda a cutie or whatever ;))) no but seriously Jin has had a lil crush on Namjoon for a while, he’d never do anything tho…. Also he’s WELL aware jungkook likes him a lil but let's be real, jungkook likes everyone.

Smoking/weed preferences: Jin is nowhere near the biggest stoner of the group, he has smoked and he still does every few sESHES, if he is to get high he much prefers edibles but even then it's not that often. He’s normally the designated sober guy at the seshes, he doesn't mind tho. Because of this his tolerance is the lowest of the groups by far, if Jin’s getting high, someone else has to be sober since sometimes handsome gets a lil too high, especially since the rest of the groups tolerance is qUITE high.

‘Fave weed method?’ : Edibles

Drinking preferences: Our Jin is a drinker, he loves a drink. So sOMETIMES at seshes he’ll drink while the rest smoke and it works quite well. Most often he is drinking some sort of spirit, he loves a vodka :)))

Room decor ;): very warm tones!! Beige, oranges, browns, very clean most of the time. He has a lil mini fridge with snacks and drinks for when people are in his room, mostly kook :)

Hobbies: He spends a lot of time on interior design! The apartment is BEAUTIFUL compared to Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung’s flat. He is constantly rearranging, buying decor. It is nice for Yoongi and Namjoon to have a nice home but it drives them crazy when they come home and the apartment has an entirely different layout.

What do they smell like: he has that ermmm… old smell? Hard to explain but he smells like the oLD aesthetic, a slight scent of yoongi’s cigarettes, a slight smell of his flatmate’s weed, and the smell of old books. A VERY pretty smell.

Yoongi

Age: 25

Job: Editor! He edits videos for quite a few youtubers which is his fave job but he also works in a cinema on the side. He ideally in the future wants to just edit and potentially work for a company editing. The cinema job is quite literally the least favourite thing in his life. He dreads it every day and his managers are assholes, BUT the rest of the boys will  not let him quit because they get discounts on screenings and free food :))

Sexuality: Bisexual, his last relationship the guy cheated on him and Hoseok nearly had a fight outside a bar when he saw they guy the week after lol. But Yoongi’s been single for a while but he quite likes fucking around with strangers recently :)

Housing: Lives in a flat with Namjoon and Jin. It’s a relatively nice flat, four bedrooms for the three guys, they've tried in the past with a fourth roommate but they either moved on with their lives?? Or it went BAD.

Crushes: Hoseok :))) Him and Hoseok had a thing a while back, nothing serious but Hoseok got a boyfriend which Yoongi was obviously fine with all they did was fuck around high. But once Hoseok and his boyfriend broke up, he and Yoongi didn't really reconnect the way they did and Yoongi misses it a lil. Shhh dont tell anyone but Hoseok misses it too. Also of course Yoongi is well aware of the crush Jungkook has on him but once again Jungkook likes all of them.

Smoking preferences: My guy Yoongi likes weed a whole bunch, he loves it. One of the decided stoners in the group. He is high basically everyday, his tolerance is through the ROOF. Him and Namjoon introduced weed into the gang and Jin LOVES to make them feel guilty about turning 17 year old Jungkook at the time into a stoner. No hard feelings though, they didn't actually let Jungkook smoke with them for a while.

Fave weed method: Joint

Drinking preferences: loves whiskey, doesn't drink very often because he is the biggest lightweight you have ever seen. ONE glass of whiskey and he's gone. The boys have gotten him very pissed a few times, the worst  being when Yoongi ended up in hospital because they thought they poisoned him. Turns out he was fine, he was just very vERY sick. So yeah, he’ll drink on occasion but very very rarely.

Room decor ;): imagine a tumblr user from 2014’s dream room, it's like that. Walls painted black with psychedelic mushrooms on the walls, vinyls stuck to the walls, photos of friends, and cant forget the LEDS which are only ever red or green. He likes to make it green if he's high because he thinks he’s hilarious. Also his room smells of weed, incense from Joon, cigarettes (he and Taehyung are the only cigarette smokers) and Linxs Africa because despite being 25 years old, he is still a teenager.

Hobbies: makes music, but nobody actually knows. He hires out a room in a studio and makes music. He’d die if people actually found out, even if he is proud of a song nobody gets to hear it. Jungkook heard one once coming from Yoongi’s phone and asked who that was but Yoongi just replied with a shrug

What do they smell like: cigarettes, his expensive aftershave that the boys love so much, he buys one every year for his own birthday because it's EXPENSIVE so he has to make one last a whole year, but it is so worth it it smells aMAZING.

Hoseok

Age: 24

Job: He is a preschool teacher. He teaches 3-5 year olds and he is vERY good with kids. Sometimes in public his students will come up to him and when he’s with another one of the boys, they MELT he is so sweet with them and it's so clear he has such a passion for the children and letting them learn. Another job he has is he teaches dance lessons to people, children and adults!!

Sexuality: He’s gay, he thought he was straight until recently-ish, he only learnt he was gay when he was around 22 so its only been the past 2 years he’s known and hes been out to the boys for about 1.5 years now. He’s had numerous girlfriends in the past but is yet to have a boyfriend, which the boys love as they get to be lil hunters trying to find someone for Hoseok.

Housing: Lives in a flat with Taehyung and Jimin, it also has 4 bedrooms like the other flat. The difference with this one is that they don’t have interior designer Jin living with them. It's an actual wreck. It's not MESSY per say, it's just the weirdest looking place ever. If you've never been high before this flat is NOT the place you wanna do it in. Overwhelming af, Jungkook learnt that the hard way.

Crushes: He misses Yoongi (mentioned before), but he really doesnt wanna make the first move to get back what they had because he's worried Yoongi will think hes needy and weird(yoongi would never think that lol) Oh and the Jungkook thing to, poor kook loves them all :(((

Smoking preferences: stoner, stoner, stoner. Sober Hoseok is a rare sight, let's be real. BUT he is mature about it and does not abuse it (disclaimer:: None of the members abuse drugs or alcohol it's just vibes man, and for the sake of the plotline, they all keep each other in check in terms of they stuff they are smoking <3) but yes Hoseok is a STONER, textbook definition of a stoner, down to his dress sense. You would know he was a stoner from 3 miles away, well you'd smell him from about 15 miles lol. Is the kind of stoner thay will smoke anything, strains are bullshit to him, if he gets high it's good weed for him.

Fave weed method: Bongs

Drinking preferences: Doesn't drink at all. His family were drinkers growing up and he doesn't even like to be around people who are insanely drunk. He has drank in the past but it really isn't for him. Also he has a predetermined opinion of alcohol from his family and he is vERY scared he would act like them drunk so he doesn't touch it.

Room decor ;): Once again, exactly how you'd imagine it, has the messiest room of all of them, besides mAYBE Kook. He has sO many bongs, I'd say he has one in every single place it will fit. Nightstands, wardrobes, drawers, he has about 12 in his room. Thrasher everywhere and he doesn't even skate he just likes it. Music playing 24/7, even at night it just is turned down much more. Taehyung loves Hoseok’s room vERY MUCH.

Hobbies: Dancing!! He loves dancing, he dances everywhere constantly, his room and Jimin’s are right next to each other and Jimin complains at least 34 times a week.

What do they smell like: the only one who vERY rarely smells like weed! Although he probably smokes the most he can not risk smelling a lot like weed even in public since a parent could see him and boom he’s lost his job. But he smells very clean at all times. This makes no sense but he smells warm? Not in a sweaty way lol, in a comforting way, all i can describe it as warm??? Idk 

Namjoon

Age: 24

Job: Owns in a wellness/self care/spirituality store. The most beautiful place you've ever seen. Crystals, incense, yoga, and a lot of healthy foods. It's a very nice and ‘aesthetic’ shop and he also does tarot readings in the back room which the boys enjoy a lot. Speaking of the room in the back, when the shop is closed some days during the week they all sit in there and get higher than the clouds, a prime hangout spot for the group. Also on the side Namjoon sells weed, mostly to just the boys and mutual friends though. 

Sexuality: namjoon is currently questioning! He is straight as far as everyone knows, he has had a few girlfriends over the years but he is now thinking whether he likes men? He isn't sure and it's causing some stress for him since he questioned when he was around 16 and he kind of just forgot about it?? He is thinking about going to some of the members and talking about it as he is well aware those gay mf will always help him.

Housing: Lives in a flat with Yoongi and Jin. It’s a relatively nice flat, four bedrooms for the three guys, they've tried in the past with a fourth roommate but they either moved on with their lives?? Or it went BAD.+

Crushes: He doesnt think he has a crush on anyone at the moment, but he is still figuring out the difference between platonic and romantic feelings about men but he thinks Yoongi is quite pretty (why is this so cute aww) but yeah he’s working on it <3

Smoking preferences: He sells weed so he obviously smokes quite a lot, he is one of the most chill smokers. Random thing he was REALLY against kook smoking when they all first met but kook eventually convinced them all it took namjoon mUCH longer to come around since he’s much younger but aNYWAY back to namjoon. He always has a joint on him. Last year he went to the extent of buying a lil box to keep one in his pocket to stop it from snapping which lets be real he should have bought a lil box much earlier than last year.

Fave weed method: Joints/Bongs

Drinking preferences: loves a beer he does!! Someone that often drinks with Jimin. They love going to the club together when the others don't wanna go anywhere. Sometimes he has phases when he prefers drinking to smoking!

Room decor ;): its giving incense smell, its giving spirituality, its giving crystals, but it's also giving weed smell, rolling trays and pure vibes (that sounds very cringy) He has a yoga mat in front of his bed, and he in fact does use it every morning.

Hobbies: Yoga obviously, but also he really enjoys spending time with Jin in his shop. He obviously LOVES when everyone is in the shop but when it's just him and Jin he gets to hear Jin talk about ideas for the shop and how it can be better. His main hobby is spirituality and wellness though, he spends his DAY researching and learning!!

What do they smell like: Incense, weed and his really pretty scents that he sells in his shops. His favourite smell he sells is tobacco and orange which is dIVINE, jungkook’s is not shy to shoving his head in namjoon’s neck when he's high and just ‘breathing’

Jimin

Age: 21

Job: ‘accountant'..if you know what i mean. No seriously he has onlyfans which fund most of his life but he also sometimes works in the local strip clubs which the boys take a lot of pride in going in whenever he's working. Only because Jimin refuses to give any of them his onlyfans name!!

Sexuality: very veRY VERY gay.

Housing: Lives in a flat with Taehyung and Hoseok, it also has 4 bedrooms like the other flat. The difference with this one is that they don’t have interior designer Jin living with them. It's an actual wreck. It's not MESSY per say, it's just the weirdest looking place ever. If you've never been high before this flat is NOT the place you wanna do it in. Overwhelming af, Jungkook learnt that the hard way.

Crushes: One of the only guys who doesn't have a lil crush on another one in the group. BUT he has a very good eye for figuring out who might. I can guarantee Jimin is aware of every single crush within the group.

Smoking preferences: He has smoked in the past, have you SEEN his friend group? Of course he has. But he prefers not to because he’s not a massive lover of the feeling of being high. Getting cross-faded tho? That's something he likes to get involved in. Jimim likes getting FUCKED UP, which isnt the smartest thing to do but he loves it and lets be real…so does his onlyfans supporters.

Fave weed method: Edibles

Drinking preferences: Wine, spirits, beer? It's all good. Jimin looooves alcohol. Biggest drinker in the group 100%. Is his tolerance high? No, but he will still outdrink the whole group.

Room decor ;): Very classy, a sexy vibe bc if my boy is taking photos *wink* He needs a good background. LEDS also, always red, doesn't matter time of day or occasion always red.

Hobbies: clubbing, not rlly a hOBBY but he loves it. He also draws all the time but only Tae gets to see his drawings and Taehyung prides himself on the fact that only he gets to see them!!

What do they smell like: fresh plant vibe, descriptors would be: sunny, refreshing. He very rarely smells of weed just as he does it much less basically not at all.

Taehyung

Age: 21

Job: Tae works as a photographer. He has his own photography business that he set up in the past few months. He's only gone ‘professional’ and created it into a business in the past few months since he'd been doing weddings of people he knew, photoshoots for his semi-influencer friends and namjoon told him one day he should go professional since he already has a lot of pre-existing clients and charging people would mean he could quit his job at the library. He did enjoy his job at the library, he would just talk to some old people and get high on his break but he only had the job for the money which he now didn't need.

Sexuality: Taehyung is a lil quirky, he doesn't know if there is a label for what he experiences so he just says Bisxual but it is definitely not jUST bisexual. He doesn't have any desire to date men, he dates women and he has had multiple girlfriends. But he will fuck men, and he likes men he just doesn’t date men. Which for a while he thought was internalised homophobia but after trying to date a guy he realised he just didn't like the idea of having a boyfriend. (BTW if anyone knows the label, or a better way of describing this pls lmk <3)

Housing: Lives in a flat with Jimin and Hoseok, it also has 4 bedrooms like the other flat. The difference with this one is that they don’t have interior designer Jin living with them. It's an actual wreck. It's not MESSY per say, it's just the weirdest looking place ever. If you've never been high before this flat is NOT the place you wanna do it in. Overwhelming af, Jungkook learnt that the hard way.

Crushes: he really likes Jungkook, like he really likes Jungkook. Everyone is aware other than Jungkook. It’s adorable watching Taehyung dote over him and Jungkook being oblivious <3

Smoking preferences: Loves a cheeky blunt, doesn’t use them a lot as no one else is a massive fan but he loves them :))) but joints with Namjoon at 3am is his favourite thing <33

Fave weed method: Blunts/Joints

Drinking preferences: Much like Jin is also a vodka drinker. Not a lightweight at all, pisses him off sometimes but it is a good thing there's always someone who can be there for the rest of the group!!

Room decor ;): He always has music playing, it's always from his record player. Jimin and Hoseok love to call him an old man. The music playing drives Jimin mental as both of his flatmates are aLWAYS playing music so he has to choose between Hoseok’s stoner/indie music or Taehyung’s 50s/classical music. Creates an odd vibe in the flat but very fun. Tae’s room is the stereotypical skater room. Old boards on the walls, posters and a lot of black. Like Yoongi, his room also smells like cigarettes at times.

Hobbies: He really likes skateboarding!! Is he good at it? Not really he only started a few months ago and he is getting better! He loves making Hoseok go to the skatepark with him and take videos of him, very cute bonding sessions for them.

What do they smell like: cigarettes, with a slight smell of weed, more cigarettes and then more cigarettes. 

Jungkook.

Age: 19

Job: is only a wee kid so he works in a shoe shop in a shopping mall. Much like Yoongi’s job he has the worst manager on the planet and all the other staff are 45+ so every shift he talks to no one all shift. He hates it so much that one of the boys normally picks him up after he’s finished and goes out with him to cheer him up. His ‘goal’ is to be a tattoo artist so he has been working on a portfolio and is looking for places he'd like to do his tattoo artist apprenticeship.

Sexuality: nobody ask him or he will cry. He has been aware he’s not straight since he was around 14, he has panicked himself since as he is yet to find a label that fits him and he doesn't know what a lot of his feelings mean and it scares him that he needs to find an identity. Jin told him recently that he doesn't need a label!! Jin doesn't label himself and mentioned to Jungkook that unlabeled is jUST as valid as anyone who has a label. The word ‘queer’ is somethign that resonates with Jungkook so he has been using that recently.

Housing: This lil 19 year old still lives with his Mom, trust me you don’t need to bully him, heh gets enough shit from the boys. Although he lives with his Mom, he crashes in the spare room of one of the flats a lot of the time. He was going to buy his own flat once he saved from his job but the boys said he’s more than welcome at either flat. He just needs to decide which one lol.

Crushes: All of them, he loves them all so much. He cherished all the hugs and cheek/forehead kisses he gets when a member is high. What he doesn't know is that all of the members are well aware of his lil crushes on everyone. Poor thing thinks he's so fly and nobody has caught him.

Smoking preferences: oK, he was quite young when he became friends with the rest of them and they flat out refused to let him smoke, or even get high around him massively. Which used to irritate him so much he was so confused why since Tae and Jimin were only 2 years older?? But he experienced the age-old tale of accidentally eating an edible that Hoseok left out and the rest berated him for wEEKS. From then on they let him smoke sometimes and it took a while for Namjoon to agree with it just because he was still living with his Mom. Eventually he became the stoner they all know and love. Jungkook high is the sweetest thing ever. He is just adorable, chilled and hilarious. But still to this day Hoseok is blamed for ‘corrupting the child’

Fave weed method: Edibles/Bongs

Drinking preferences: He only started drinking in the last year so isn't very good at it. He often gets too drunk accidentally so he doesn't drink mUCH but he has had enough bad experiences in the past to stop him from going too far now.

Room decor ;): His room hasn't changed much since he was a younger teenager, he still has blue walls and pictures of his family on the walls, which is fine but he sometimes gets quite insecure of it as the rest of the boys have their own homes and he lives with his Mom. His Mom always said that since Kook’s older brother moved out, Jungkook should redo his brother's room and he could have it how he wants, which he was going to do for a while but since he's planning to move into one of the apartments he never bothered. Also his room is the only one that doesn't sTINK of weed, his Mom would kill him if he stunk the house out. She knows what the group get up to because he really isn't that subtle when high and she had a conversation with him saying she doesn't care what he gets up to (he's an adult and she only cares that he’s safe and she knows the rest of the boys are mature), so yeah she doesnt care what he does with his time but she would prefer nothing happened in her house, which Jungkook respects.

Hobbies: loving his friends, no JOKING but not really lol. He really likes gaming! He's a lil gamer, his favourite thing is getting high and playing video games all night!!

What do they smell like: monster energy, weed, taehyung’s cigarettes (which he hates the smell of) and some random aftershave his grandad bought him last christmas.

[talesofarcadia78]

Bad Day || Douxie x Reader || One Shot

Summary: Title says it all 

Warning: None 

Word count:  2,293

You were really tired of customers today. But you had to get over the fact that you were working at a bookstore. The place you used to worked at, Stuart Electronics, the owner said that he didn’t need any employees, since he could manage the customers by himself. Plus, he didn’t get many customers. If he didn’t earn enough money from the shop, Stuart would just get his taco truck out and earn money from there. But you just took it as he fired you. You were fine with that. But you were definitely not fine with having to deal with customers everyday. Stuart always let you deal with the storage stuff.  

“Y/n? Hello? Anyone home?” a familiar British accent spoke, getting you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh? Yeah, I’m home,” you replied. 

“You’re not home, you doofus. You’re at the bookstore. Home is upstairs,” Douxie chuckled. 

“Uh, yeah,” you said. 

“Y/n, you have to focus. I’ll take care of the front. Can you go to the back and get 5 books from the new shipment box that arrived a few days ago?” Douxie asked. 

You nodded and walked to the back, grabbing the books that Douxie requested.

After about an hour, Douxie finally closed up the shop. 

“Finally! I’m so done!” you sighed and plopped yourself down onto an armchair.

“Yep! Just another day of our casual life,” Douxie agreed, walking over to the counter and counting the money we earned today. 

“Don’t you get tired of working everyday?” you asked. 

“Nah, I don’t. Why?” Douxie replied. 

“I just can’t, I get bored very easily, if you haven’t realised yet,” you replied. 

“I think I now that. I’ve known for almost a millennium now!” Douxie laughed. 

Then Archie came flying down, and onto you lap. 

“How was your day y/n?” Archie asked. 

“Hmm... let’s see. Boring, tiring, oh and have I said boring?” you replied. 

“I believe you have,” Archie replied. 

“Well, yeah. I’m kinda getting bored from the bookstore,” you whined. 

“Please, it’s not that boring,” Douxie said, getting a stool and sitting in front of you. 

“It’s boring to me, as you already know,” you said. 

“How about we go upstairs?” Archie asked. 

“That’s a good idea,” you agreed getting up. 

The three of you walked upstairs, and to the back. Douxie pulled an ancient book out of its place just a bit. Slowly, the whole shelf slid away, revealing a huge room. That ‘huge room’ was your apartment. 

You and Douxie shared an apartment together, since the two of you only had each other and Archie of course. 

You walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. You looked around, not much, just a milk carton, eggs, salmon and some vegetables. You groaned and slammed the door shut. 

“Someone’s a bit grumpy,” Douxie teased. 

“Technically, I’m hangry,” you corrected him. 

“Let me guess, no food?” Douxie asked, but he already knew the answer. 

“Yep! I’m not making pasta again, cause that’s all we’ve been eating for the last week,” you forewarned. 

“Okay, okay. What about we go to Mr. Benoit’s?” Douxie suggested. 

You looked at him briefly, and rushed into your room, slamming the door shut behind. You quickly got changed into a hoodie and a pair of jeans. You combed your h/l (hair length) h/c hair and tied it into a pony tail (if you have short hair, then it’s just left out). You rushed out of the room to see Douxie ready to go. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Douxie said. 

The two of you walked to the cafe and sat at a table outside. A waiter came and took your order. 

“So, have you found another place to work?” Douxie asked out of the blue. 

“W-What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I thought you would be searching for another place to work at, since you clearly don’t like working at the shop,” Douxie explained. 

“Am I that convincing?” you asked. 

Douxie looked at you confused. You sighed. 

“Douxie, look, I actually really love working at the bookstore. I might sound like I hate it, but I actually really love it there. I might get bored sometimes, since I’m at the counter, working with the customers. I don’t want to work anywhere else,” you explained. 

“But you were complaining like 20 minutes ago!” Douxie exclaimed. 

“Can’t anyone have a bad day?” you laughed. 

But when you saw Douxie’s face, you instantly stopped laughing. 

“Uh, Doux. You good?” you asked. 

“You had a bad day?” Douxie whispered to himself, making sure you couldn’t hear him. 

“Douxie?” you asked. 

“I’m fine,” Douxie replied and fell silent. 

“Okay,” you said, and turned to see the waiter with food. 

The dinner went good, but none of you said anything to the other. The walk home was also very quiet. When you had gotten to your apartment, the two of you just wished each other good night and went to your rooms. You wondered why Douxie was so quiet through the whole dinner. You shook the thought off and concluded that he just must’ve been tired. You changed into your night wear and fell asleep. 

Douxie on the other hand, was at his desk, planning for the next day. 

“Douxie, what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Archie asked. 

“Arch, y/n never told me she had a bad day today,” Douxie said. 

“Well, everyone has a bad day every once in a while,” Archie shrugged. 

“Arch, you’re not getting the point. Whenever I have a bad day, y/n is always there for me. She would make me my favourite food, play a few songs on her piano or would just talk to me. Either way, she always eventually makes my bad day better,” Douxie explained. 

Archie was catching on what Douxie was trying to say. 

“And there’s me. Today she had a bad day, and what did I do? Nothing,” Douxie said. 

“So your planning something for her?” Archie asked. 

“Exactly! Tomorrow, I’m going to make her day the best. I’ll take her to a nice place for breakfast, go out of town and have a picnic. Then, I’m going to take her to the cinema’s at night, where we’ll watch Danger House. After the movie, we’ll grab something from the taco truck and then head home!” Douxie explained his plan. 

“Why not also confess your feelings for her as well?” Archie added. 

“Wait what?!” Douxie gasped. 

“You heard me right, Douxie. I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. But the both of you are so oblivious,” Archie said. 

“What if she rejects me?” Douxie asked. 

“That’s what has been stopping you from confessing your feelings to her. Just trust yourself, Doux,” Archie said, and walked out of the room. 

 After Archie left, Douxie got into bed but before he feel asleep he promised himself that he’ll confess his feelings to you tomorrow. 

The next day, you got up and walked into the kitchen. But before you got to the fridge, Douxie stopped you. 

“Stop right there, love,” Douxie said. 

“Why? Are you the police?” you joked. 

“No, but we’re going to go to a cafe for breakfast,” Douxie announced. 

“But-” you started but were cut off by Douxie. 

“No buts or ifs. Now get ready, I’ll meet you downstairs,” Douxie said, pushing you into the bathroom, handing you your towel. 

You quickly took a shower and got dressed into an off-the-shoulder shirt and ripped jeans. 

Once you were downstairs, you saw Douxie holding the door open for you. You smiled and walked outside. Douxie closed the shop and the two of you walked to Mr. Benoit’s. 

The two of you had breakfast. It was a pretty good one. Douxie did a trick to make the coffee cold, which made the waiter go and get a another cup. Douxie kept on doing that, until you were crying from laughing. After breakfast, the two of you went out of town in Douxie’s car. Douxie didn’t tell you the place but it was beautiful. The two of you explored around the mountains and alleyways. After that, the two of you had a picnic. He had brought sandwiches, a pie and juice. The two of you chatted away while eating your food. The two of you then looked at the clouds pass by, pointing out shapes, animals or anything you could make out. 

“Hey, do you see that cat. It looks like Archie,” Douxie pointed to a cloud. 

You tried to find it but you couldn’t. 

“Where?” you asked. 

“There,” Douxie replied, grabbing your hand and pointing to the cloud. 

While you were looking for the cat, Douxie was looking at you. You looked cute when you tried to look for something. He just couldn’t get his eyes of you. 

After a while, you gave up looking and turned around to see Douxie staring at you. You blushed at the way he was looking at you. 

“Doux? You home?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him. 

“Huh? Yeah, I’m at home,” Douxie replied. 

“Your not home, you magical doofus. Your at... well I don’t know where we are actually,” you tried to joke. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t since you had no idea where the two of you were. Only Douxie knew. Douxie started to crack up, noticing your joke didn’t turn out too well. You playfully glared at him, trying to be angry. 

Douxie then slowly stopped laughing. 

“You know you look very cute when your angry,” Douxie commented. 

You blushed at his comment. 

“And even more cute when you were trying to look for the cat cloud. Even more when your focused on your work. Whenever your trying to get a recipe right, whenever your trying to get Archie to give your belongings back,” Douxie continued. 

“Well... I... um... thank you,” you said, blushing even more. “Why are you all of a sudden saying these things?” you ask. 

“Because I want to tell you the truth. You’re very kind, caring, selfless and much more. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, y/n. You’re always looking out for Archie and me. I-I love you y/n l/n,” Douxie confessed. 

You looked at him wide eyed. You always had feelings for him, but you never knew he had feelings for you as well. You looked into his hazel eyes, while he looked into your e/c eyes. Slowly the two of you leaned forward. As you got closer, you slowly closed your eyes. Then, your lips touched. The kiss was soft and passionate. The two of you pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. 

“I love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan,” you said. 

The two of you then continued cloud watching, while you leaned your head on his shoulder and his on top. The two of you watched the sunset and returned to Arcadia. 

“So, did you have a good day, my love?” Douxie asked. 

“Yes, thank you Douxie,” you replied. 

“Well, what about we go watch Danger House?” Douxie said, holding up two tickets. 

“Really?! I’ve been wanting to watch that for ages!” you squeal. 

Douxie chuckled at your excitement. He drove to Lucia. 

The two of you walked into the cinema, hand in hand. You two watched Danger House together. There were some scenes you didn’t want to see, so you hid your face in Douxie’s shoulder. 

After the movie, the two of you were walking out of the cinema, when you saw Stuart’s taco truck. 

“Doux, you hungry?” you ask, tugging on his arm. 

“Well, now that you mention it, love, I am,” Douxie chuckled, looking down to his stomach. 

“Let’s go to Stuart’s taco truck,” you suggested, pulling him behind you. 

The two of you walked over to the taco truck. You saw Jim, Claire, Toby, Steve, Aja, Krel and Eli, all grabbing burritos. 

“Hey, it’s Douxie and y/n!” Toby shouted, pointing to you and Douxie. 

“Hi Toby,” you greeted. 

“Hey,” the others greeted. 

“Don’t you all have school to go to tomorrow?” Douxie asked, walking over to the truck and ordering. 

“Well, yeah. But we all just came back from trollhunting and we’re starving,” Toby replied. 

“That’s a reasonable excuse,” you nodded. 

“What have you two been up to?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Nothing. Just went out of town and just watched Danger House,” Douxie replied, handing you a burrito. 

“Nothing else?” Claire teased. 

“Uh... nope,” you and Douxie answer, nervously. 

“Sure, sure,” Jim teased. 

“You too, Jim?” you gasped. 

“What can I do? You two are fun to tease, since you two haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet,” Jim shrugged. 

“Technically, we already did,” Douxie grinned. 

“Wait, what!” all the kids exclaim. 

“Spill!” Claire and Aja begged. 

“Maybe another time guys. I’m sorry, but we got to go,” Douxie said, pulling you towards the bookstore. 

They all started to whine, but they all eventually stopped and waved bye. 

You and Douxie walked into the bookstore and were greeted by Archie. 

“So... how was your day?” Archie asked.

“The best!” you replied. 

“So did Douxie...” Archie started. 

“Yeah,” you and Douxie finished. 

“Finally! I was getting so tired of looking at the two of you!” Archie cheered. 

The three of you laughed and made your way to your apartment. 

You were going to close your bedroom door when Douxie stopped you. 

“Uh, Douxie, what are you doing?” you asked.

“I came to give you a goodnight kiss, duh,” Douxie replied. 

You rolled your eyes. He quickly gave you a peck on your lips and wished you goodnight. You closed your door and jumped into bed. Today was the best day of your life. 

[imagineyourworld-old]

Dating App AU

Poe Dameron x Reader (Genderneutral)

Summary: Your friend convinced you to try this dating app and while your date is cute and nice, there is just something about his flatmate... 

Warnings: Mentions of Covid19

You hated to admit how nervous you were, especially because there was no reason to be nervous. It was just a date, hundreds of thousands of people went on first dates every day, there was no reason to be nervous. Besides, you had already talked to Finn on the dating app, on the phone and in a zoom call, he was nice and funny and easy to talk to, going on a walk with him, in a park full of other people, should be a piece of cake. And yet you were nervous.  This is all Rose’s fault, you thought to yourself. It was Rose who had convinced you to try a dating app. “To meet new people”, were her exact words. True, due to the pandamic you didn’t know anyone in the town you moved to for university, but you were not sure a dating app was the right way to meet people, especially since you weren’t even really looking for a relationship.  You glanced at your phone that you still had in your hand from texting Rose you had arrived at the spot you were supposed to meet Finn. He was a few minutes late already.  “Sorry, I know I’m late.”  The already somewhat familiar voice made you look up from your phone. Finn stood right in front of you, both hands in the pockets of his jeans and an apologetic smile on his lips.  “Rey had car troubles and needed a helping hand and I just couldn’t refuse her.” It took you a moment to place the name. Finn had told you quite a bit about his friends, but then it dawned on you that Rey was his flatmate, or one of his flatmates at least.  “It’s fine, you’re just a few minutes late and I’ve heard worse excuses.”  Finn raised an eyebrow.  “Does that mean you’ve been stood up?”  Right as the words left his mouth the smile fell from his lips. He opened his mouth and closed it again.  “(Y/N), I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not as if I think you should be stood up, I just sometimes speak before I can think and-” “It’s fine. I was just talking about my friends, they’re never on time.”  You could pratically feel the tension leaving Finn’s body.  “You’d hate Poe then, he’s always late.”  Poe was another one of Finn’s flatmates, you remembered, as well as his best friend.  “I wouldn’t judge someone based solely on their time management, I’m usually early anyways.”  For a moment Finn just looked at you, it was as if you could feel his eyes staring into your soul and if he weren’t so kind it would be downright creepy.  “You’re new in town, aren’t you? How about we walk over to the best ice cream shop around?”  And just like that the awkward silcen was interrupted. You smiled and nodded, ice cream always sounded great. 

Half an hour later you sat on a park bench, both with an ice cream cone in hand, having an easy conversation.  Finn, you learned, was an only child, though his best friends were like siblings to him. He was three weeks younger than you, on the dot, and hated stracciatelle for unknown reasons.  “Once the cinemas open again I really have to take you to this small one at the other end of town. It’s a bit more expensive than the big chains, but the popcorn is to die fo- Poe?”, Finn interrupted his sentence.  You looked at him with a raised eyebrow but his gaze was fixed on the man walking towards you.  “Finn, hi.”  The other man, appearently this was Poe, put friendly hand on Finn’s shoulder and then looked over at you.  “And you must be (Y/N), right?”  You didn’t know whether it was his smile and the way he said your name but all of the sudden you felt yourself blushing and at a loss for words. Luckily though it only lasted a second, you were brought back to reality when you reminded yourself that you were on a date with Finn, who you really liked, and not his goodlooking friend.  “That’s me.”  Before either you or Poe could say anything else or fall into an awkward silence Finn spoke again.  “What are you even doing here? Don’t you have a shift starting in a few minutes?”  Poe finally let his eyes fall away from you and turned back to his friend. You weren’t sure whether you should be glad or sad that you no longer held his attention.  “They’re not busy today so Leia told me to take the day off. I decided to spend some quality time with Beebee instead.”  Must be his girlfriend, you though and immediatly scolded yourself for the though. Finn was your date. Not Poe, Finn. “Where is he then?”, Finn asked and looked around.  He, you replayed Finn’s word in your mind. Boyfriend then. Should be obvious that a guy like Poe is in a relationship.  “What do you mean, he’s right... I mean he was right here next to me...”  Now Poe looked around again and you tried not to take the opportunity to stare at the way his dark curls moved when he moved his head.  “Beebee, come here boy”, Poe called. Nobody came, so he started whisteling.  “Is that really the best way to call your boyfriend?”, you asked.  Poe had seemed nice at first, but you couldn’t tolerate his behaviour towards his significant other, and were suprised Finn wasn’t bothered by it.  “My what? I don’t have a boyfriend. Beebee is my- here he is!”  You looked down at Poe’s feet where a small dog with white and orangy-red fur stood. You weren’t quite sure what breed he was but there seemed to be at least a bit of corgi in there.  “(Y/N), may I introduce you to Beebee. As you can see he is not my boyfriend, but rather my best friend.”  Poe knelt down to pet his furry companion just as Finn let out an annoyed “Hey!”.  “My dog best friend, of course. Finn is my human best friend.”  While Finn looked satisfied with this correction Beebee now seemed offended. But that ceased quickly when you knelt down in front of him.  “Hey, buddy”, you smiled as you reached out his hand for the dog to sniff. He gave it a quick lick which you interpreted as permission to pet him.  “You’re a little cutie, aren’t you? What are you- Hey, that’s my ice cream.”  Beebee either didn’t listen or didn’t care because he reached for your cone with his tongue.  You stood up again to get the ice cream away from the dog and looked to Poe.  “It almost looks as if you don’t feed him enough”, you joked.  For what felt like an eternity Poe didn’t answer, he just looked at you with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until Finn gave him a light kick that he replied.  “I guess that means I should give him his dinner. And leave you to your date, of course.”  He gave Finn a warm smile before turning to you. “It was very nice to meet you, (Y/N).”  There it was again, the way he said your name did something to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him.  “Likewise, Poe.”  Before you could sit down next to Finn again Poe and his dog were gone.  “Usually I’d say the first date is too soon to meet my friends, but the two of you really hit it off”, Finn said.  You looked at him. Was he mad that you had run into Poe? Should you have paid less attention to his friend and Beebee and more to Finn? How were you supposed to ask that?  “It’s getting dark soon, but I’d like to see you again sometime”, Finn told you before you could say anything.  You nodded.  “I’d like that.” 

Just a short week later you met up with Finn again. While you had wanted the first meeting to be in a public place, even though you had already gotten to know each other in videochats, you were now comfortable enough to visit him in his flat.  “Would you like anything to drink?”, Finn asked from the small kitchen.  “Whatever you’re having is fine, I’m not that fussy with drinks”, you called back.  From your spot on the living room couch you could hear Finn rummaging through the fridge. Meanwhile you looked around. The room was quite big, just a little smaller than your one-room-flat, but since Finn shared his flat with both Poe and Rey it made perfect sense for it to be bigger. Though it was tidier than you had expected from a flat where two men lived. The shelves on one wall were filled with all kinds of books, board games, video games and little trinkets. Right next to it was a dog bed that was more than just a little too big for Beebee, as well as a box filled with dog toys, a water and a food bowl.  Your gaze went over to the wall above the TV, on which a multitude of pictures hung. Most of them showed the three flatmates, often joined by Beebee and sometimes other unfamiliar faces, in all types of situations. In a park, in the snow, out in some sort of pub or club, at uni or just in the flat.  One picture of Poe and Rey with three elderly people especially caught your eye. That must be their respective parents, you thought.  “I see you found our wall of memories”, Finn remarked as he entered the living room. He sat down next to you and placed a tall glass in front of you.  “I thought a diet coke would be the safest choice.”  You managed to squeeze in a “Thank you” before Finn started talking again.  “As you can see most pictures are just Rey, Poe and me, but there are some of our other friends as well. And Beebee of course. And Leia, Luke and Han.”  He looked at you with a smile.  “Perhaps you’ll meet them one day. Leia and Luke own the restaurant where Poe and Rey work and Han, he’s Leia’s husband, works there as well. Though they’re more like family than just employers now. Other than this flat the restaurant our favourite hang out spot.”  Around an hour later you were interrupted in the middle of the movie.  Lazily you lifted your head from Finn’s shoulder to look at the intruder.  It was Poe, followed by a pretty brunette you recognized as Rey.  “(Y/N), hi. I didn’t know you’d be here”, Poe greeted you.  Rey shot him a look that seemed to say that he did know, but that couldn’t be, right? After all, why would Poe lie?  “You’re welcome to join”, Finn offered. “As long as (Y/N) is fine with it.”  Even if you hadn’t been, how could you say no to that? As if he’d been waiting for the invitation Poe sat down next to you. A little closer than he had to, due to the big sofa, but you didn’t complain.  Rey followed suit and sat down next to Finn. Just a second later Beebee, who you only just noticed had come into the flat with the two of them, settled down at her feet.  “Traitor”, Poe muttered under his breath.  You turned to him and raised an eyebrow.  “So you’re the jealous type?”  He shrugged, though a small smile stole onto his face.  “Usually not, but Beebee only prefers Rey because she bought a gigantic box of his favourite treats and gives them to him whenever he wants one.” You couldn’t help but laugh.  “It’s not my fault you don’t feed your dog food he actually likes”, Rey shot back from her end of the couch.  You looked from her to Poe, only just catching Finn rolling his eyes. This seemed to be a common argument between them.  “I do feed him! Do you have any idea how expensive the organic dog food is I buy him? It’s not my fault healthy food isn’t always the most delicious.”  “Can we please get back to the movie?”, Finn asked in a slightly annoyed voice. He really did seem tired of the discussion.  For a few minutes it was quiet. Though you felt as if someone was constantly watching you, but that might just be Poe and Rey continuing their conversation through looks over your head.  “Hey, Finn, remember when you promised to have a look at my paper? I have to hand it in tomorrow morning”, Rey interrupted the silence.  You expected Finn to tell her he’d do it later, he was still on a date with you after all. But instead he jumped up immediately.  “Sure thing! Poe, why don’t you stay with (Y/N) while I’m gone?”  And just like that Rey and Finn disappeared down the hall.  Right after they were gone Beebee jumped up onto the spot Finn had vacated next to you and snuggled up close to you. Absentmindedly you ran a hand through the dog’s soft fur.  “Beebee is an excellent judge of character. It means a lot that he likes you.”  You looked over at Poe. Though it was dark and only the TV was lighting up the room you could have sworn he was blushing.  “I’m glad. I really like him too.”  Although you meant the dog you suddenly weren’t sure he’s the only one you were talking about.  “You’re still Finn’s date though”, said Poe.  That remark was definitely not just about Beebee.  You looked at Poe.  “I know. And I really do like Finn, just not in a romantic way.”  Part of you wanted to add that there is someone you could picture yourself one day falling in love with, someone you had met through Finn, but you didn’t dare to.  “To be honest, I think Finn doesn’t like you that way either.”  You waited for Poe to add something else but he just looked at you, right into your eyes. But for a split second you could have sworn his eyes went down to your lips.  “Perhaps I should talk to Finn then. We could still hang out as friends.”  Poe nodded just as the credits started rolling. Though neither of you moved to get the remote.  “Then you’d be looking for someone else to date”, Poe finally said after a few moments of silence.  You had no idea what to make of that statement. Was he glad you wouldn’t be dating Finn? Did he want you to find a boyfriend? Or was he maybe implying something?  “To be honest, I’m not even looking for a relationship. My friend Rose just made me get a dating profile so I’d meet new people.”  Just as the words left your lips Finn and Rey reappeared and the atmosphere seemed to change.  “How about we all get something to eat?”, Rey suggested.  Though you weren’t really hungry you wanted to take the opportunity to spend more time with the people you hoped would become your friends, as well as the one person who might be more than a friend. 

That same day, on your way to the restaurant to pick up your order, you told Finn that you were not interested in him in a romantic way and just as Poe had suggested, he felt the same way. That was the start of a wonderful friendship, you started to spend most of your free time with Finn and his friends. And while you considered Rey and Finn good friends, you soon realized that your feelings towards Poe were just different. Every time he sat or stood a bit closer than he had to your heart started beating faster and you felt a sense of comfort at the same time. He was kind and funny and so good looking, you just couldn’t help your developing crush.  Today it was especially obvious. You were alone with Poe, Finn was out and Rey had to work, so you sat at the small kitchen table, both enveloped in your uni work.  “Do you know another word for pretty?”, you asked.  You were writing an essay about the protagonist of a novel you had read for class and were in desperate need of synonyms.  “Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, (Y/N).”  No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fight the blush that crept up your neck. Most of the time Poe was simply friendly, but sometimes he said things like that, things that were just too flirty for friends, and you didn’t know what to make of his comments.  “Love, are you blushing?”, he asked. Today seems to be an especially flirtatious day, you though to yourself. Usually when Poe dropped such a comment it was just one, not calling you pretty and a pet name within just a few seconds.  “Who wouldn’t blush to hear your sorry attempts at flirting?”, you joked.  You could have sworn Poe’s expression turned a bit darker. Maybe you had taken it a bit too far.  “I’ll have you know that people usually like when I flirt with them.”  You didn’t know what to reply. Of course people liked when Poe flirted with them, you’d enjoy it as well, if only he really meant it. But you both knew that you were strictly friends. After all, you had told him you were not looking for a relationship and he kept on flirting and making out and probably a bunch of other things with others anytime you went out together.  “In that case it seems like you never met anyone with taste”, you teased.  With a smile he closed his laptop and looked straight at you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his intense stare, but tried to hold your own and didn’t let your eyes leave his.  “Maybe I should just show you what your’re missing out on, darling.”  You were stunned. What should you answer to that? Did he mean it, was he really trying to flirt or was it just a game to him?  Poe seemed to interpret your silence in his own way.  “But I know you’re not looking for a boyfriend.”  His gaze moved from your eyes down to the table. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit it softly, a gesture that drew your eyes right down to his kissable lips.  “Poe, are you... were you actually trying to flirt with me? I thought you were joking.”  He looked back up at you, eyes wide open. His left hand moved to ruffle through his curls while his right reached for your hand, which was twisting with your water bottle.  “I confess, there are a lot of things I don’t take serious and joke about, but you’re not one of them. I don’t know why, but from the moment I saw you I was intrigued. But then I realized you were on a date with my best friend and you seemed to get along, so I tried to back off. I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I wanted to be, though. Rey quickly noticed and tried to push us together and every moment I spend with you I realize just how amazing you are, how much I’m falling in love with you.”  Any time you had been speechless before was nothing compared to this. No one had ever confessed a crush on you, let alone told you they were falling for you, and here was Poe, beautiful, funny, kind Poe, telling you what you never dreamed he would tell you.  Suddenly it made sense why he always sat so close to you, why Rey kept shooting him looks whenever you hung out together, why Finn often canceled last minute, leaving you alone with Poe.  “Have Rey and Finn been trying to set us up?”, you asked.  Poe looked down at your intertwined hands resting on the table. Slowly he nodded.  “After Rey realized how I feel she immediately told Finn, even though I begged her not to.  I though Finn felt the same way, I just didn’t see a reason why he wouldn’t, but it turns out he only ever thought of you as a friend and was glad I like you.”  You could tell all this confessing made him nervous, especially since you haven’t said a word yourself. You stroked his hand with your thumb, slow, soft motions that immediately seemed to relax him.  “You know, I really wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. Downloading a dating app was my friend Rose’s idea in the first place, but it turned out great. I might not have been looking for a boyfriend, but then I met this really cute guy and event though I hadn’t planned it, I started liking him, really liking him. How could I not, with his sweet smile and funny jokes and concern for me and his friends, plus he has this super cute dog and any guy who’s good with animals is boyfriend material.”  While you were talking Poe’s eyebrows kept raising. You could tell he was hoping that you were talking about him, but there was just a little hint of doubt in his expression.  “What do you say, should we relieve Rey and Finn of their efforts and tell them we’re dating?”, you asked.  For a few seconds Poe just started at you, but within a moment he leaped up from his chair at the other end of the table and swept you in his arms.  “I think they’d be glad to hear it, my love.”  Poe let go of you with a smile on his face. You just looked at him, eyes bright, unruly hair, the sun shining on the side of his face. Only a bark made you tear your eyes away from him.  Poe glanced down at Beebee, who was standing between the two of you.  “I think he’s trying to tell us something”, you grinned.  “I think he just wants us to kiss already”, Poe returned.  As if to confirm the dog barked again and both of you laughed.  But once the laughter died out you finally felt Poe’s soft lips on yours. A soft sight escaped your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling it slightly, which made Poe moan and you smile into the kiss.  When you finally let go to catch your breath both of you were smiling.  “You know, you might have said people who enjoy my flirting don’t have taste, but based on how you just kissed me you’re on top of that list”, he grinned.  You just rolled your eyes and pulled him closer again.  “Less talking, more kissing”, you mumbled against his lips.  At your feet Beebee barked again, clearly the dog agreed. As did your boyfriend, when he captured your lips with his once again. 

[monsterrae1]

Hi :) could you write something for ❝ when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.❞ with Buck and Eddie?

Hi! Thank you for requesting, I’ll make sure to give it my best!

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Recovery, Eddie had learned, was a tough business, he remembered just fragments of his time in Germany where they had flown him to heal from his shoulder, but he remembered vividly last year healing from his other shoulder, he remembered wanting to be left alone, but still depending on someone because one of his arms was out of commission, he remembered wanting just one person around for that, but refusing to ask more than he already was of him so he sticked it out with Ana.

Turns out healing from emotional trauma is just as tough as healing from gunshot wounds.

In the weeks following his mental breakdown and small episode Eddie was surrounded by people, from the three therapy sessions a week (until he was sure it wasn’t going to happen again, and he wasn’t going to suddenly swing a bat at his best friend like a mad man), to his Tia and Abuela hovering, making sure the house was tidied up and food on the fridge ready to heat up, people from both dispatch and the 118 stopping by to make sure he was fine and had everything he needed and Buck, who partially moved in to help take care of Chris.

Almost 24/7 Eddie was surrounded by people, and he was Done, with a capital D. And when on one of his days off, the one's Bobby and Sue had coordinated so Buck also had them off, and his house was a constant stream of pleople, he just blurred out:

"Can everyone just leave me alone for 5 goddamned minutes?" He said in a tired voice, not even angry anymore, just tired, partially glad Chris was still at school when it all went down.

Everyone froze where they were, Buck was just coming out of the laundry room with their clean clothes, Bobby for some reason was in his kitchen trading recipies with his Abuela, and Albert of all people, was sitting on the kitchen table helping them organice their ingredients for the day.

"Eddie" Isabel said, not trying to scold him, but in a tone that definetly told Eddie he was being rude and she didn't approve "We are all just worried about you"

"I know, Abuela, but I'm a grown man, I broke down, fine, it happen, you don't have to treat me like I'm made of glass"

Because that's what they all had been doing, tip toeing about him, trying to not disturbe him and trigger another episode, but he was doing better, therapy seemed to finally have a break through and it was slowly getting easier to detangle the mess on his head, and everyone, probably with the only exception of Buck, had been treating Eddie like he was still in the edge of breaking down.

"I appreciate how atentive everyone has been, I do, but I'm doing better, you guys can ease up a little"

And slowly they all just left, Albert made excuses about having to babysit jee-yun and was the first to leave, Bobby then pretended to get a text from Athena and left saying he was still dropping off some food for them later that week, and then Isabel walked to him and grabbed his face in between both of her hands, giving him a couple of gentle pats into his cheeks.

"You call me, okay edmundo?" Ah, so she was still a little mad Eddie was kicking her out "Anything happens, you call me, okay?"

"I will, Abuela, I promise"

With her gone, only Buck was left and Eddie could finally breathe. Eddie took a moment after closing the door behind his abuela to enjoy the quiet of the house, making mental plans for the rest of their morning, until they had to pick up Chris from his after shcool cinema club he'd recently had asked them to enroll him, but instead he frowned when he reached the living room and found Buck standing there with his bag in hand, clearly making his way to the door too.

"Where are you going?" Eddie asked confused, even more so by the hurt look on Buck's eyes.

"I thought you said you wanted to be alone?"

"Buck" Eddie smiled, taking the bag from Buck's hand and dropping it somewhere near the couch "When I said I wanted everyone to leave me alone I didn't mean you, I can't handle everyone else right you, but you..." He shrugged, looking away from Buck for a moment "You're different"

If Eddie had been looking at Buck he'd be able to see the bright delighted smile that took over his face, but by the time he finally did look up, Buck had schooled his features into a more casual smile, one that gave him away a little less.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" Eddie nodded, they might've stayed there in the middle of their living room smiling at eachother like idiots for longer than necessary, and Eddie made a promise to himself, once he was doing better, and he had a less of a mess to sort through, he was going to finally have that long over due conversation with Buck.

[nightcoremoon]

why am I a jerkass who rains on everyone else's parade when I say I don't like gory horror films because I find movies whose plot consists of some dude stabbing a bunch of people to be fucking stupid pointless boring schlock that only exists to stroke the boners of people who enjoy watching other people die vicariously from a good safe distance, especially when their sequels just cheaply kill off all of the survivors from the earlier films thus rendering the plot of the earlier ones L I T E R A L L Y COMPLETELY FUCKING POINTLESS

but when someone says they don't like seeing sexual assault portrayed in movies (valid) and that people who put them in are evil and bad and dumb and bad tasteless artists, everyone is like yes yes good perfect okay you have the correct opinion here have a good star

hey newsflash assholes, if you're watching a fictional movie about a clinical sociopath who butchers animals, beats the absolute shit out of people they don't like until they're crying and shitting their pants and bleeding out the eyes and pleading for mercy, tying a dude to a chair and then slicing his jugular and glaring in his eyes until he bleeds out, bludgeons some guy for no fucking reason until his blood and brain spatters the kitchen floor, stabs his (naked) sister 17 times (after slowly tracing his fingers on her leg no less, ew), stabs a nurse in the neck with a fork and killing her for literally no reason, then a decade and a half later going back to his hometown just to stab a dozen people with ice skates and pitchforks and good old fashioned kitchen knives, and having the film depict this all in graphic bloody detail

and your ONLY problem is that somewhere along the way two disgusting scum workers at an asylum took a brand new catatonic female patient into his room and fucked her until they messed with his masks so he just breaks their fucking skulls open (which define his character as someone who clearly has no compassion for others but will shatter your bones and strangle you just for touching his stuff), and it's that a girl was raped and not that you watched a guy pulverize two men into bloody giblets...

idk man something about that feels wrong. you're okay with watching fictional murder but not fictional rape even though neither are glorified or justified and it exists purely to cause discomfort and distress in the viewer because it's a fucking horror film and horror is supposed to expose you to depravity and as art it serves to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

don't get me wrong rape is bad but like

so is fucking murder.

why can't I express my discomfort in society's gratuitous endorsement and desensitization to killing in fictional media without people taking it as a personal attack and then turn around and do the exact same thing to rape

it's a double standard and it's so stupid

you can eat popcorn and watch jason voorhees rip teenagers in half and then berate me for not having a good time bathing in someone else's blood and then in the same breath #cancel rob zombie's director's cut of his halloween reboot because there's a rape scene in it. the violence is okay; you like the violence, no, you love the violence. that's perfectly fine? violence is good. freddy can force a recovering addict to OD on heroin, that's fine. john doe can force a fat guy to eat spaghetti at gunpoint until his fucking intestines burst, that's okay. mark hoffman can lock an innocent woman in a brazen bull and cook her alive just to fridge her and punish her husband for a lie that he made, that's awesome and wonderful and /super cool/. it's bullshit.

I'm not here to say YOU CAN'T like nightmare in elm street. you can like the texas chainsaw massacre. you can like my bloody valentine. you can like the thing. you can like wrong turn. you can like saw. you can DISlike rob zombie's movies. you can fast forward through the rape scenes in halloween, house of 1000 corpses, and the devil's rejects if the scenes make you uncomfortable (as they are intended to do so because it's a fucking grimdark edgy music video inspired horror movie). I'm not here to tell you that YOU CAN'T have an opinion on things.

but it's a special kind of entitled to insinuate that not only is your opinion the divine right of kings and anyone who disagrees with you is wrong and dumb and evil, but that a squicky scene you don't like actively makes the entire film Objectively Bad™.

maybe I don't like the fact that tatum gets crushed in a garage door. maybe it squicks me. maybe it unsettles me. maybe I think that it detracts from the film when all billy had to do was just stab her one and done without making a huge ordeal out of it. maybe I think it only exists to make a spectacle out of death and gorify- sorry, I mean glorify, murder, because it's exciting and intriguing to some who take solace in the macabre. "the effects are cool". maybe I don't like it. but you can like it.

I can dislike it. you can like it. we're both valid. that's how opinions work.

"but people get triggered by rape"

people get triggered by drugs. people get triggered by food. people get triggered by religion. people get triggered by a lot of things. people get triggered by slit throats, strangling, and hanging. you're valid for your triggers and you can avoid whatever fucking content you wish but if you think only your very particular specific trigger is the one that's valid, screw everyone else? go fuck yourself. you selfish piece of shit. you're not the only person in the world. it isn't hard to respect that you're not the only worldview in the world.

but then again, maybe it is hard, considering nobody fucking does it. everyone's trapped in their own little world where they're the only one who matters. they don't give a single shit about anyone else but themselves and others they can project onto because they're similar. they don't care if you can't match them in any way. you're a freak if you're different and you don't matter.

never mind the fact that 90% of slasher horror is misogynist, ephebophilic, racist, exploitative of the mentally ill and physically deformed, in some cases appropriations of the non-christian religions, and in the other 10% it's actually a horror comedy.

but if a white girl is sexually assaulted that's the only time anyone bothers being compassionate

now a disclaimer because I know for a fact that people are gonna put words in my mouth and take shit out of context and point out things I didn't explicitly state outright and try to make me out to be some fucking evil boogeyman

not saying you SHOULDN'T be compassionate to rape victims and I'm not saying I personally enjoy rape scenes in movies and I'm not saying that I particularly like the inclusion of those scenes in those movies and there is certainly a conversation to be had on the very misogynist nature of hollywood cinema as a whole in the horror genre especially and we should keep in mind the thermian argument and it's a complex issue, I know I know I know so shut the fuck up I don't owe you a passing grade on clout or the semantics of discourse or virtue signaling.

it's just stupid that people only get upset if a fictional white girl gets raped in a gore porn movie when it ~doesn't suit the narrative~. ok, this is the narrative: scary man stabs, the end.

scary men stab all the time. scary men shoot. scary men suicide bomb. scary men patent insulin and sell it at an upcharge poor diabetics can't afford. scary men drop bombs on kids in syria. scary men put mexicans in concentration camps. scary men slaughter thousands of men and women for their religion or their sexuality or their skin color. scary men do a lot of bad shit. your silence on these issues does much more harm to society than *checks notes* a scary movie about bad people doing bad things and facing karmic retribution for it.

TL;DR rape is bad, and murder is also bad, and american horror films have 100s of problems, and people need to start voicing their opinions as opinions and not pretending they're facts because it's super fucking annoying

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survey by tickticktmr

What's the best food to have at a sleepover? I’d have a blast at a sleepover if my friends and I were to get a square-cut cheese pizza with a box of wings. Cheesy nachos with beef would be great too.

How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with? We were introduced by our respective friends.

Do you like the yellow cheetos better or the orange ones? I don’t like Cheetos, period. Cheese puffs never did grow on me.

Where did you buy the shoes you wore today? My mom got it for me two Christmases ago.

Do you have any half siblings? Nope. But this year I found out I have a half-cousin (and possibly half-cousins) from a trash uncle who apparently fooled around behind my aunt’s back, but I have no desire to associate with her or that entire family altogether. 

How many DVD players are in the house? We still have two lying around but we haven’t used either in 6–7 years.

Do you like the last song you heard on the radio? I cried, because I needed to hear the lyrics that were being sung.

Do you know anyone who has been on TV? Sure, mostly some of my friends’ parents.

When going shopping for junk food, what's the first thing you pick up? My eyes usually dart to the Pringles before anything else. And if there’s also any salted egg chips that looks appealing enough for me to pick up.

How would you react if you found out you had a long lost sister? I think my literal first reaction would be to be pissed at my parents for hiding such a secret from me for a long time. It would depend on how they explain the situation if I end up wanting to meet her or if I can do without.

At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep? Hahaha I’m the grandma that passes out. I’ve never successfully stayed up at a sleepover and for some reason I’m always the first one to start getting sleepy. I guess all my friends’ bedrooms are really that comfy.

Is there anything in the room you're in that's really dusty? [continued from last night] For sure. There are some things in my room I barely use or move around so it definitely wouldn’t be a surprised if they’ve since gathered up a fine layer of dust.

Do you know anybody with different colored eyes? Yeah, someone from my high school has this condition.

Are any of your relatives vets? [continued AGAIN from the night before last, lmao send help] As far as I know, no. We’re not really the type of family that produces doctors, and I believe we lean more towards law.

Who cleans the most in your house? Oh my mom, for sure. She wants all chores done a certain way, and she’s always genuinely happy to do everything herself.

Do you own any shirts that cost over $100? No. I think my most expensive shirts are my wrestling ones, which never went above P3000, I think.

What about any shoes? Do you think that's a lot of money for clothes? Yeah, well shoes are generally more expensive so I’ve definitely spent more on sneakers than I’ve ever had on a shirt. I think a pair of shoes that go for P5000 is fine because for the most part it’s also already a testament to its quality. I draw the line at P5000 shirts, because you’re only paying for the label at that point.

What's the movie theatre in your town called? Ours don’t have names. Most of our cinemas are housed within malls, so whenever we make plans to watch a movie we just mention the mall.

How many minutes do you consider late? Idk man, I prize punctuality a lot. People to me are either early, on the dot, or late.

Is there any jam in the fridge right now? No, we don’t really consume jam. We’re not a very spread-y kind of family, come to think of it. We prefer meatier stuff in our sandwiches.

What did you get your best friend for their last birthday? I learned iMovie throughout my UTI-slash-fever horror experience so I can make a video for Gab that compiled her friends’ greetings in time for her birthday. I wasn’t able to get Angela anything because I was still looking for a job then and didn’t have any source of income; and because Gab broke up with me on that day so I was too distraught to be doing anything.

What about your mom's and dad's last birthdays? My dad was abroad for his last birthday. I didn’t get my mom anything because we don’t have that kind of relationship.

What kinds of food do you dunk into milk? Uhm mostly none, because I never really have milk unless I’m at a hotel or at a friend’s, lol. I’ve dipped chocolate chip cookies into milk several times though, and those didn’t turn out bad at all :) I’m a fan of the mushiness.

Do you have any current or past teachers on your facebook friends? A couple of my high school teachers are still my Facebook friends. I never added nor received requests from my college professors, which I prefer tbh because I’ve always viewed college profs as having a more professional vibe compared to my grade school and high school teachers, who were like parents to me.

Are there any baby pictures of you up? Like, the room I’m currently in? No but my school portrait from Prep is framed and hanging on my wall, which is the closest thing. I was already 7, though.

Do you have any friends who have bleached blonde hair? Nah. I have a lot of friends who’ve dyed their hair over the years, but none bleached all the way through. Gabie did, but just for her tips.

How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee? Lots. I need every trace of it feeling like black coffee removed, haha.

What color is the cereal in your cupboard? We don’t eat cereals in this family; we’ve always enjoyed a classic Filipino breakfast. Sometimes we’ll get cereals I guess, but we never eat them the traditional way; my mom and sister usually just snack on them straight from the box on non-breakfast hours.

Are you wearing any jewlery that a boyfriend/girlfriend gave you? No.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you jewlery? Yes.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed cry? Many times.

Would you rather work at a gas station or be a maid? I hate chores and touching other people’s stuff, so I’ll go with the gas station. I could meet different people from that job too, which sounds more interesting.

What's the closest store to your house called? Just Things. Basically sells hype merch, including the P5000 streetwear shirts I called out earlier, for all the hype heads in my area.

Do horror movies scare you more when they're 'based on a true story'? The biographical nerd in me obviously gets excited, but I don’t get scared. I get more invested when they include snippets or updates about the real-life counterparts and go beyond the vague ‘based on a true story’ banner.

Do you still talk to the last person who hurt you (emotionally)? Yeah but I really need some sort of coin bank thing for it for every time I do so because idk why I still hang around sometimes.

Is there an outdoor movie theatre where you live? Not where I live. But I do know that because of Covid, some malls outside of my city have started offering drive-in cinemas, which were never a thing here before.

What color was the last food you ate? Golden brown, yellow, black, red, green. It was a truffle and mushroom pizza that I treated my family to because I had gotten my first paycheck this week and I would’ve looked like an absolute ass if I spent it on anything else other than my family. I MEAN I wanted to treat them too, of course, but I won’t deny that there’s an underlying reason for me buying the food as well. Welcome to a firstborn’s life in the Philippines (and in Asia, tbh).

Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? My mom has been tipsy, but not drunk. My dad never lets himself get swayed by alcohol. He’ll still get a single bottle of beer, but I’ve never seen his demeanor change.

How expensive is too expensive for a pair of jeans? Anything above P7,000 or P7,500, maybe.

After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it? Nah, I’m not the Letterboxd type of person. I’ll sometimes tweet about a movie, but only if I found it good or intriguing enough.

Have you ever done that? No. I’m not the best movie reviewer, so even though I’m aware of Letterboxd’s or IMDb’s appeal I’ve always been too shy to share my thoughts or ratings just in case someone ends up criticsplaining a movie to me.

Would you consider McDonald's a restaurant? I know what route this question is getting to but I’m too tired to defend my thought process, so suffice it to say I love McDonald’s, lol.

Do your parents vote? LOL my mom only started doing so again when I registered - before 2016, she cast her last vote back in 1992. Of course, her opinions were wrong for both the presidential (2016) and senatorial elections (2019) haha. 

My dad does not vote and he stopped giving a shit about Philippine politics when he started working abroad 20 years ago and increasingly spent more time overseas than he does in his home country. Which, honestly, as sad and bad as it sounds, I totally understand. He’s completely detached from the goings-on in our country that to make him vote would be just as useful as letting him purely guess his choices.

Are there any creepy pictures up on the walls of your house? We’ve never gotten such a comment before, so no.

What's the last thing you were excited to eat? The pizzas I bought tonightttttt :> I got truffle and mushroom pizza and quattro formaggi pizzas and they were from Motorino, this fancy (and pricey) place I used to go on dates in that I haven’t visited so long.

It’s hilarious because I didn’t even plan on buying any food today as I’m stingy with money...but in my shift today I was tasked to order food bundles for certain media partners we regularly collaborate with. I kept ordering all these fucking pizzas for people I don’t even know and I got so jealous???? So I ended up buying for myself at the end of the day HAHAHAH

Do you ever hit electronics if they don't work? I smack them against a surface, but I rarely hit them with my own hand.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? I’ve only gone out with one person and, her toxic traits aside, I highly doubt any future prospect would ever come remotely close to her.

Is there anything hanging from the ceiling in your room? My bedroom light.

How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant? She’s not planning on having a kid any time soon so I would assume it happened by accident, and I would assume she would be in distress. That said, my instinct would be to be there for her and support her in whatever she does moving forward.

Do you know who Lisa Simpson is? Sure thing, she’s my favorite.

Have you ever had a crush on the last person you spoke to online? No. I’ve never even met her.

Have you ever seen the last person you hugged dressed up fancy? Sure, my grandma dresses up for parties and other formal events.

(If your parents married), Do you know where they got engaged? No. My dad didn’t even pop the question; at some point they just sat each other down, had a long talk, and decided they’d get engaged. Idk where it happened though. Maybe while on a date somewhere?

What color was the last cup you drank out of? Copper.

What was the last picture you printed of? I honestly can’t tell you. I’ve printed a number of documents for various adulting tasks lately, but I don’t know the last time I specifically printed out a photo.

What restaurant has the best fries? I’d have to go with Army Navy. Or if we’re going with fast food, Jollibee.

What does your mailbox look like? We don’t have one. Messengers just insert envelopes through our screen door.

Have you ever gotten something stuck on the roof? We have a rooftop, so that’s never been a problem for us.

Have you ever had a surprise party thrown for you? No. I don’t think I’ve ever been that important for anyone.

Is the room you're in organized? It can do with some fixing, but it’s not terrible.

Would your mom make a good president? She’d be the most organized, neurotic, and punctual president in the history of presidents, but I doubt she’d be of help in conflict resolution or law-making, or any decision-making aspects that go with being president.

The 2nd class you had last time you went to school: ever skipped it? I don’t think I ever skipped that class in the short time I took it before Covid took over.

Do your aunts and uncles have kids? Yeah, nearly everyone does.

Is this survey interesting so far? I liked it.

Do you say fancy or formal? Or something else? Depends on the context. I use both as I think they have different connotations anyway.

Does your English teacher have kids? The last English professor I had doesn’t.

Does your computer make a lot of noise? The fan whirs when the laptop gets too busy. The noise is definitely noticeable considering how quiet my laptop is 98% of the time; but I wouldn’t call it bothersome.

Do you see movies at home or in the theatre more? Home. I watch at the cinema like, a maximum of 5 times a year.

What's your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Potato Corner fries. Non-negotiable.

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Sure go for it lol

Ah yes I actually lied. I ship Rantaro with everyone (With Tenko and Kirumi is my favorite tho). Alsoooo @yawnmeno I promised to tag you each time I post Amacha! (it's me justrandomgrill!)

Rantaro celebrating his birthday with each of his classmates (Ships- in most cases- okay maybe all cases)

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma wanted to plan everything before he does anything.

He thought that going somewhere might be nice but now where should they go? There are many good places to go to so it was a tough choice indeed.

He also thought about some nice gift. And he ended up with a journal. He thought it was a good idea and it was.

Now where should they go... There was a lot of places they could go really. But final decision was escape room.

Both of them had a lot of fun and managed to solve everything together. Rantaro thanked him for everything but Ryoma was actually the thankful one for having someone like Rantaro.

Kirumi Tojo

Kirumi was preparing perfect birthday for her boyfriend Rantaro. Day before she cleaned entire apartment (like she normally does but this time she put extra-extra effort into it).

She asked few of her classmates to come and now it was time for even more preparations.

Luckily Rantaro whouldn't be home anytime soon so she could get to work without ruining the surprise. She baked delicious cakes and prepared lost of food. Wich took few hours of her sleep.

Next day the last thing she needed to do was set up decorations and wait for guests. Wich she did quickly. In all this mess she forgot about most important thing! A worthy gift!

It was too late now since she whouldn't find perfect gift last minute! Becouse of that she was really stressed. Kaede tried to calm her down but Kirumi's perfectionist side couldn't belive she forgot about it.

But she had to deal with it. Rantaro whould be any second now.

Once he came home everyone at the party greeted him and party just went amazing.

Even though she had a lot of fun Kirumi was 1: Exhausted 2: Still very mad at herself for forgetting about gift for Rantaro.

Speaking about gifts it was time to give them and Kirumi had to apologize for not getting anything to him. He then looked at her and his expression clearly said 'are you serious???' but in a manner of 'why do you think you gave me nothing when you literally did everything for all of this to take place?' he told her that too.

He then hugged her and kissed her on the cheek adding "You have nothing to apologize for Kirumi" she smiled and felt better.

After party was over and everyone headed outside it was time to clean all mess that was made. Kirumi was visably exhausted so Rantaro was like "Don't you dare clean this now. Go get some sleep" he then picked her up bridal style and made sure she goes to sleep.

Before he went to bed however he quickly hid some leftovers in the fridge.

Gonta Gokuhara

At first he didn't knew what to do. But in the end he got everyone together and they prepared party for Rantaro.

Gonta tried to think of a good gift for him to show how much he appreciated him.

But nothing was good enough and Gonta was desperately trying to find something. And he came across a hat. A beret to be exact.

He suddenly felt like it was the gift he was looking for so he got it.

Then he came back and helped with rest of party preparations. Mostly with the decorations!

He was really excited and couldn't wait to see Rantaro's happy face once he enters the room.

Of course Gonta was the one leading him there so he tried not to tell anything. He was just happy as usual and managed to not say anything until they got there.

The party turned out great and Rantaro really loved gift from Gonta.

Miu Iruma

For his birthday she started thinking about a large amount of inventions. She thought that the best gift was practical one.

And she literally stole his camera to modify it. She knew she whould be scolded if he notices his camera gone and find out that she stole it but she just thought about scenario where she shows him his new camera and thought he'd be happy about it.

She gave it a lot of cool options and was proud of herself. Lucky for her Rantaro didn't notice that the camera was gone.

When it was his birthday she had it finished. So she approached him and gave it to him.

Rantaro was confused that she gave him exact same camera he had but then she started talking about the fact that she modified it and that she in order to do that she stole it.

He couldn't belive her at the moment but he understood why she did it so he just let it go.

K1B0

He thought a lot about his birthday really. But he had trouble thinking of what to get for him.

I mean Rantaro had pretty much everything he needed.

So Keebo tried to plan something small but fun! So they went to a cat Cafe! Believe it or not but it was their first time there.

Keebo was actually fascinated by it. He couldn't eat anything or drink but he really loved the cats.

They had very long conversation and Rantaro really enjoyed that moment.

After nice time they spent in Cafe they went on a walk and it got quite chilly. That's when Keebo remembered that he bought a scarf for him.

They shared it together on their way back.

Kaede Akamatsu

She didn't knew what to give to someone who practically has everything. So she started looking for inspiration and she got an idea wich was something she could play on the piano.

She looked for perfect song that fit Rantaro and he whould like. After thinking for a long time she finally found something perfect fitting.

Of course she thought about making something herself but she knew she whouldn't make it in time. So she trained playing what she came up with.

It was really good song but she felt like it wasn't enough so she bought her a cute gift with was a matching bracelet! It was an avocado-

When she started playing the song on his birthday he really loved the song and he could just sit back and relax. It was really calm and pleasant moment.

And then when she was finished she gave that cute accessory and he loved it. They both had it on.

Kaito Momota

Of course he planned star gazing. But it wasn't just that!

They did actually a lot of things before that. Some quick food some bowling. They were out pretty much entire day!

So when it was time for the best part things actually didn't go as he planned. It started raining so they got home as fast as possible.

Kaito didn't seemed too bothered by it. I mean when one plan fails it means it wasn't best idea right?

They ended up cuddling together while they watched some movies.

Angie Yonaga

She was making her gift obviously. And it was a painting of him and her together. It was a realistic one.

And she was great at keeping it all a secret for how long he wouldn't enter her workshop everything whould be just fine.

It wasn't a problem either since she could just shut it wich she did.

Angie really couldn't wait for his birthday! But she had to be patient.

I mean she pretty much didn't say only about the gift since she pretty much asked him if he wanted to do something together.

So they sorta just had a good time out and by the end of the day she led him towards her workshop and showed him the painting.

He was amazed by it and of course said so!

Shuichi Saihara

Ah yes. He was extremely nervous. He didn't try to prepare any surprise since he knew he whouldn't be able to hide it for long.

So they just spent time together whole day went to the cinema. Pretty basic stuff and both of them were happy to share this moments together.

Shuichi felt a little bit bad that he couldn't make this day God knows how special but Rantaro appreciated it.

After all their date was a success so why should he care if it was God knows how big or oryginal.

Tenko Chabashira

She knew his birthday was now closer with each day and she was really nervous on what should she do.

They were dating sure but they were in early stages of relationship and she tried to come up with something.

In the end she tried to find a good gift for him. No... Good isn't best way to say it. She tried to find perfect gift.

She thought about for very long time and she decided to buy him new camera! Since he travels a lot and he takes a lot of photos she thought that she can buy him one. Then she realized he had a great one already and she couldn't afford better one at the time.

Why is having a perfect rich boyfriend so hard? She literally had tons of ideas but none of them whould work.

She felt pretty much mad about it at this point. While she was walking she got small idea. Maybe she can make something? Ah who am I kidding she wouldn't be able to do anything. But trying won't hurt her so it's better this than nothing

He was slowly getting worried when he saw Tenko acting a little bit bothered so he asked her what's wrong.

She didn't wanted to ruin a surprise (she doesn't have) so she lied about some random dude being rude to her.

Rantaro put his hand on her shoulder and told her not to worry about that guy. And tried to comfort her in general.

This made her feel even worse that she can't do anything for his birthday.

She didn't give up but in the end she finally made something. She asked Angie for help and she made a bracelet all by herself. It was mostly green and blue.

She felt a bit embarrassed since it wasn't perfect but she did it in the end. She gave it to him.

Rantaro found it a cute gift and thanked her. He actually didn't expect to get anything from her but he kept wearing bracelet Tenko made for him.

Himiko Yumeno

Magic show. But not the plain one. She tried to think of least known tricks and practiced it for a shit-ton of time.

She really put a lot of effort into it but she also tried to have some rest since if she whould keep practicing she whouldn't be able to preform.

She also wanted his sisters to come and some were even assisting her.

The show was amazing and Rantaro couldn't help but smile. His sisters had a great time too!

He couldn't thank her enough.

Maki Harukawa

She didn't knew what to do since she herself didn't celebrate any birthdays.

So she came up with something basic. She cooked dinner and prepared small gift for him wich was a photo album.

The album was empty though but the photo on the first page wich was them on their first adventure together.

She smiled while she thought of that time it was very fun trip indeed.

After they ate together and Rantaro received her gift they spend rest of the afternoon looking at photos that whould fit the album.

Together they thought about how many things they went through and how fun it was.

Kokichi Ouma

He was lowkey panicking. He had no ideas on what to give his boyfriend for his birthday.

Trying to think of something Kokichi walked around the town and he thought about something.

He thought about getting him matching scarf to his. It was quite simple but he hoped Rantaro whould like it.

After getting one and when it was his birthday he tied scarf around his neck and hugged him from behind "Happy birthday Rantaro!" he added.

They spent entire day together and Rantaro didn't take off his scarf. He was actually thankful for it.

But back to them spending time they mainly walked around the town doing whatever came to mind. It was actually a lot of fun.

Korekiyo Shinguji

After dating for so long Korekiyo found it frustrating that he couldn't think of anything special for his birthday.

Expecially since he whould be cool with anything really since he just doesn't expect to do anything.

They had currently a small break from traveling so he tried to think of something small but fun.

So they went rock wall climbing. Both of them were pretty experienced with it and they loved it.

After they were finished Korekiyo noticed that he forgot to take something with him- a bag.

You see this bag was the gift he went with and Korekiyo couldn't belive that he forgot it.

However he acted cool with it and tried to mask it with invitation to his place.

Rantaro was alright with it so they went inside and Korekiyo managed to give him that bag. It was actually really cool and from that time he allways used it whenever they traveled together!

Tsumigi Shirogane

She was really excited for his birthday and she thought about a good gift.

Tsumigi actually planned this ahead and she sew for him something. It was a shit of his favorite fictional character.

She actually managed to get his size right and it fit him perfectly. She was really glad he liked his gift.

The two went to the restaurant after that and got some quite fancy dinner. They had amazing time together.

Rest of the day they spent together aswell just cuddling and watching something random on the TV.

~Mod Chiaki

[cynicalrainbows]

Prompt: Anne is disbelieved by the other queens, Part 4.

It’d been a long time coming- but here’s part 4. It’d be really good to hear from people who are really into Aragon and Boleyn as being close if I write them ok since it’s not a pairing I write or read much of and they’re not characters I tend to focus on really.

Anyway, enjoy!

Pancakes. Aragon makes her pancakes. 

It’s utterly unexpected, for two reasons- one, that Aragon Doesn’t Cook (Anne was expecting maybe a sandwich or something) and two-

‘Pancakes?’

Aragon looks at her blankly, fridge door still open as she hunts for the eggs.

‘Yes. Why? Do you not like them?’

‘No, I do….’

She isn’t quite sure how to express how odd it feels for Aragon to be making her Sunday-morning-treat-breakfast-food at gone midnight (and after she’s just cried all over the woman, no less) without it sounding really, really ungrateful so instead she settles for ‘I didn’t know you knew how to make pancakes.’

‘Everyone knows how to make pancakes. Boleyn- it’s just eggs and flour and milk. And stir.’

‘Yes but...you’ve never made them before.’

‘I’ve never made them for YOU before’ Aragon corrects, retrieving the whisk. ‘I make them for Cathy sometimes.’

‘When?’ They nearly always all eat breakfast at about the same time and even if she had managed to not notice unexpected pancakes, she’s sure Kitty wouldn’t.

‘Usually about the same time of night as now.’ Aragon sighs. ‘You know she doesn’t sleep properly. Or eat properly, half the time. Sometimes I can tempt her with pancakes if she’s still awake though…’

There’s so much affection in the older woman’s voice that it makes Anne’s heart hurt for a second, wondering if anyone will ever love HER that much, to go to great lengths just to make sure she is taken care of. 

(She can’t imagine anyone, family or friends, ever going to the trouble of cooking for her in the middle of the night just because they want her to have something nice. She can’t imagine anyone doing it who wasn’t paid to do so.)

Then Aragon asks her to get the flour and it occurs to her that...well, that’s exactly what is being done for her right now. The thought is enough to make her well up all over again (god, what is WRONG with her?) and she has to blink hard as she roots around in the cupboard, taking longer than she needs to to find the paper sack.

(Aragon does not ask what is taking her so long and she’s grateful.)

When she finally moves away, she notices a smear on the tile floor- her foot is bleeding through her sock, not that it’s a big surprise. (Her feet really are quite painful.)

She doesn’t like looking at the blood though- even though it’s colour is indistinguisable against the tile, even though it’s barely noticeable- she doesn’t like looking at it. It’s the same reason she had just kicked off her shoes at the front door without checking to see how badly they were blistered- if she just ignores the fact that she’s probably bleeding, she won’t have to see the blood on her own skin.

 (Thank god her socks are black. The red against the white would have been too much to handle. It’s for precisely this reason that neither she nor Kitty own white clothing.)

She goes to grab some kitchen roll, meaning just to wipe it away quickly and forget about it but Aragon notices, asks if she spilled something.

She’s considering saying yes when Aragon grabs the kitchen roll herself, dabs at the little smear of dampness on the tile. She tries not to look but she manages to catch a glimpse of the bright red against the crumpled tissue and suddenly, she’s dizzy, she’s sick- her head feels light- her neck is burning, burning- she stumbles back-

(Bloodbloodblood, blood on the scaffold, blood on the axe, blood on her fingertips where she’d bitten them raw, blood in her mouth from biting her tongue, a darkness on the planks that could even be George’s blood, and the pain, thepainthepain-)

Then Aragon’s hands are steadying her, helping her into a chair.

‘Ok. Easy. Just keep breathing.’

Her voice sounds very far away- warm hands gently urge her head to her knees.

‘You’ll be alright in a minute. Just focus on the sound of my voice.’

She’s trying to but the blood is forcing itself behind her eyelids, she can’t help seeing it, it’s everywhere, everywhere-

‘Anne. Open your eyes for me.’

She can’t. She knows what she’ll see if she does- her own blood-soaked corpse- and she can’t see that because she knows it will send her mad if she does, she can’t-

‘Anne.’ The voice is firmer now. ‘I know you can do it. Open your eyes for me.’

She shakes her head, a tiny jerk that still makes her stomach roll unpleasantly. She prays silently that she won’t actually throw up on herself.

‘Yes. You can. Ok? You can, you just need to be brave.’

A hand finds hers, squeezes it.

‘You can do it. Just open your eyes.’

She has a sudden rush of fear that the hand, the comfort, will be withdrawn if she doesn’t, and as much as she fears what she might see, she fears being left alone even more and so, with sheer force of will….she does. 

No blood. No blood, no corpse, just Aragon kneeling in front of her, holding her hand and looking relieved.

‘Well done.’

She tries to answer Aragons smile but her lips are trembling too hard for her to remember how, and it’s a relief to be pulled back into the safety of Aragon’s arms so that she can stop trying.

‘It’s alright. You’re ok, I’ve got you.’

She means to pull back after a moment, to try to limit her imposition (she can’t imagine how much Aragon is wishing she’d asked Anna or Cathy to wait up for Anne instead) but it’s harder than she expected, and the feeble attempt she makes ends only with Aragon pulling her closer.

‘I’m fine. I was just being-’

(It’s possible that this assertion is made slightly less believable by the fact that her face is still buried in Aragon’s neck but it’s still worth trying.)

‘You don’t have to apologise’ Aragon interrupts. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. It was the blood, wasn’t it?’

She nods into Aragon’s shirt.

‘That’s fair enough.’

‘It’s pathetic. It was the tiniest smear.’

‘Still.’ Aragon lets her sit up but doesn’t move away and for that she’s grateful. ‘And it’s not like it’s the weirdest one anyway.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, we all have…..quirks.’ The corner of her mouth twitches into a small smile. 

‘You don’t all go to pieces over a drop of blood. Well except for-’

‘True’ Aragon concedes. ‘But we do all have our own things we struggle with. Like Jane, when she gets ill. Or when she thinks she’s getting ill. Or how anyone mentioning how she looks makes Anna a little….tense.’

Anne nodded slowly.

‘Cathy gets anxious about expressing her opinion sometimes-’ Aragon went on ‘Not that it really stops her but still. And as you said, Kitty doesn’t like blood either. And she’s still not really comfortable around men yet.’

It’s all true- Anne is a little surprised Aragon has been paying such close attention.

‘Even me-’ Aragon pauses for a second as if considering whether or not to continue. ‘Do you remember when we were going out last week? And I got….left behind?’

‘Yes…’ She does remember- everyone talking at once had resulted in crossed wires and five of the queens starting for the cinema while Aragon was still in the shower. Of course, it had been sorted out easily enough.

‘It took me twenty minutes to calm down before I could even text Jane to ask where you’d all gone.’ Aragon looks Anne straight in the eye. ‘Even though I knew it wasn’t true, the first thing I thought of was that you’d all gone without me deliberately.’

Anne’s mouth drops open. ‘We’d never-’ The words trail off though- she’s thinking of another life, of the train of horses and carriages carrying the court far away, of herself riding at the side of the King, of the laughter of the King and his favourites at their cleverness in getting away. She’d felt guilty at the time but that’s nothing to how she feels now.

Aragon doesn’t sound angry with her though.

‘I know that. But still…. Anyway, you’re not the only one, is what I meant.’ 

‘I had no idea…’

‘Well, no. I didn’t exactly want to broadcast it.’

It’s said briskly, but her eyes are kind and Anne nods. It’s so easy to feel alone, so it’s good to be reminded that she isn’t, not really.

Aragon doesn’t look particularly uncomfortable but at the same time, she can imagine what it’s costing her to be so candid about something she’d obviously planned to keep hidden. She feels a twinge of guilt, that if it wasn’t for her, Aragon wouldn’t be forced into sharing….but it feels nice also, to know that she’s willing to do just to comfort her.

‘Now. We probably should sort your feet out before we do anything else.’ Aragon stands, offers Anne a hand up. She takes it. ‘Pancakes after.’

Aragon insists her keeps her eyes closed while her feet are tended to and does it all herself. Although it’s usually either Anna or Cathy who are called when someone is hurt (even though Kitty and Anne have it to a much stronger degree, Jane shares their aversion to blood), her hands are very gentle, her touch very delicate, and Anne is reminded of the care that the ex queen used to put into her needlework, even when it was just sewing basic garments for the poor.

By the time Aragon is finished, her feet are throbbing but clean of blood and covered with plasters.

‘All done. How are they feeling?’

‘Fine.’ (She can deal with physical pain. It’s...other things that she struggles with.)

Aragon looks as if she doesn’t really believe her but she nods anyway.

‘Good. Why don’t you go and get comfortable in the living room- I’ll bring the pancakes through to you in a minute, you must be absolutely shattered. After- everything.’

She really is-if she wasn’t so hungry, she’d just go straight to bed, and it’s a tactful way to refer to her series of small breakdowns but her cheeks burn anyway as she gets up from the edge of the bath. (She’s been vulnerable around the others for very short limited periods before but this evening has been...quite intense. She couldn’t pretend that she doesn’t feel better for it- mostly- but she also still has a slight urge to hide in a box, at least until Aragon starts to forget the sight of her crying and hyperventilating.)

‘Ok.’

She pauses in the doorway for a moment, shifting slightly on her raw feet.

‘Aragon-’

She turns from putting things back into the medicine cabinet/

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you. For- everything.’

‘Anytime. Really. Anytime.’

[mythicamagic]

Saccharine - Kouyui oneshot

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Summary: Kou starts acting a little strange. And by strange, Yui means...nice?

Rated T

Fluffy but clingy/obsessive

“Gahhh crap, where is it, where is it?!”

“Uh, Mr. Mukami? The recording booth has only been booked for two hours, so if you could-“

“I know that!” Kou barked, glaring over his shoulder at the dumb record staff waiting behind the glass. He was supposed to be singing the lyrics of the new song he’d personally come up with. But he’d gotten a tad too eager and left without his lyric sheet that morning.

And Kou only had a brilliant memory when it came to remembering the juicy, dirty, cruel details about another person.

But math, history, lyrics? No dice.

“I have to go back home to get it,” he gritted out.

“What? But, Mr. Mukami-“

Storming out of the sound booth, Kou hurried down the hallway of the agency that had signed him. This sucked. This was not what a star did. Reaching the entrance of the building, he was halfway through texting for someone to come pick him up, when the Mukami’s signature sleek black vehicle pulled up outside.

Kou stopped, blinking.

The door opened, and a pale leg became visible first, before Yui ducked out, clutching a hot pink folder to her chest.

“Kou!” She breathed, eyes bright. A smile tugged at her mouth as she jogged up to him, skirts and light blonde locks fluttering in the breeze.

He stared.

“I brought this for you. I wasn’t sure if you had a copy,” she passed the folder to him containing the lyrics he’d worked on. “You must be busy working, so I won’t bother you. Just make sure to give it your all!” With that, she turned, waving. Not even wanting anything in return. “Good luck with the recording session!”

This caused the rusted gears turning in his head to abruptly stop. A Yui shaped wrench lodged in-between the metal.

He remembered purposefully getting her harassed by his fans and laughing, the look on her face as he’d inflicted terror after terror. But she was still smiling? Still being kind? Still…there. Kou drummed his fingers against his thigh, shifting on his heel as he came to a silent decision.

---

That evening, when she served him vongole bianco on top of everything else, Kou lifted his head. He took a seat beside her, despite not having done so in the past, and started eating with gusto.

The others blinked, refraining from comment. When Yui reached the end of her meal, she sighed with contentment.

“Ah, M neko-chan. Want seconds?” Kou asked.

That was odd. “Oh, no thank you,” Yui smiled politely.

“Noooo really, it’s fine~ you can have some of mine if you like?”

Yui’s eyes widened and she held up her hands. “But you love this food? I-it’s okay. I’m very full.”

Tilting his head slightly, the blonde nodded, continuing to eat. Everyone else glanced at each other, wondering what had gotten into the usual food hog.

---

Hearing a knock at her bedroom door, Yui opened it, her heart doing a funny thing in her chest.

“H-hello?”

Kou smiled widely at her, leaning closer. “Ne, I couldn’t sleep in my room. Mind if I come in here?”

Yes, she did mind, but Yui knew there was no choice involved. Keeping an uneasy smile plastered to her face, Yui stepped aside for him to enter.

Returning awkwardly to her bed, Yui squeaked when his body appeared behind her under the covers, pulling her back against him. Hot breath fanned into light blonde locks.

“Goodnight~” he crooned softly, nuzzling into her neck and promptly falling asleep. Yui blinked owlishly, laying within his arms for a long time and waiting for the inevitable. For the sharpness of his fangs.

But nothing came. Slowly, she relaxed and smiled in his hold.

---

A week later and Yui closed the fridge door, glancing at the blonde vampire who watched her attentively from the table. She jumped, having not noticed him. “K-kou? Don’t you have another recording session to get to? You know you… haven’t been writing lyrics like you usually do…”

“Huh?” He tilted his head, cat-like eyes gleaming. “Oh, that’s because I’m not going to record music anymore. I’m finalising my paperwork so that I can quit being an idol!”

“What? But why?”

Sharp fangs flashed. “Obviously it’s so I can spend all my time with you! Hehe~”

Yui blinked, tilting her head.

“Hey, there’s a film you’d like playing at that cinema we went to downtown. Want to go tomorrow?”

She nodded faintly, not really grasping his words as he started excitedly telling her what time they’d meet.

---

His behaviour became increasingly strange compared with Kou’s usual self. He followed her almost every-where, like a baby chick in need of attention. But no matter how much Yui engaged him in conversation, he didn’t seem satisfied. As though he were waiting for her to say something specific.

Eventually, Yui ran out of things to talk about and just continued studying in the living room, albeit awkwardly with his elbow touching hers. The subtle heat from his vampiric body always felt so close.

“Oi, Sow! I picked some vegetables for dinner,” Yuma padded in, grinning.

Rising from the table, Yui sent him a gentle smile. “That’s great! I’ll start preparing them.”

After she’d left the room, Yuma caught Kou’s eye. “What?”

His brother stared, a slight frown skittering over his features, before he gave a lop-sided grin. “Nothing~ just stay away from my girl. M’kay?”

For some reason, Yuma felt an instinct not to get into anything with him. Raising a brow, he tsked, leaving the room.

---

It was getting too much. Sweat broke out on her forehead. She twisted and turned within the cocoon of countless blankets and his stifling arms. Her lungs constricted, begging for air, even though she had a steady supply.

Shaking, bone-white fingers latched onto the thing crushing her in its embrace. She moulded her digits to the shape of Kou’s neck, wrapping her hands around him fully and resting her thumbs on his throat. Then, like a boa constrictor, she squeezed and squeezed and squeezed some more. Pressing her nails down, her thumbs sank in above his Adam’s apple, his form trembling and gasping around her- legs kicking out, hoarsely screaming-

Yui started awake, bolting upright and panting wildly. Shaking, she glanced down at Kou’s sleeping form, his arms still clinging on around her waist.

----

“You just need some space,” Ruki calmly advised that morning, making breakfast.

“But I don’t know how to do that without hurting Kou’s feelings. He seems troubled by something.”

He sighed, “he’s emotionally volatile to the point of fragility. Most likely he’s just experiencing tenderness for the first time and is now trying to replicate it, poorly, I might add. He’s not going to realise he’s doing something wrong if you keep enabling him.”

“I-I see. So if I just…try to get some space, Kou will go back to normal?” Yui murmured. She never thought she’d miss the old Kou, but thinking on it…he’d become someone she thought of often. Even at school, or brushing her hair. She’d wonder in passing how he was, what he was doing, if he were singing.

And if he was giving up singing for her, she didn’t want any part in enabling him further.

---

Ignoring his texts proved difficult, but Yui dodged replying to almost all of them throughout the day. Avoiding him was only possible for so long, as she took extra classes at school or hid in the library at lunch. When the school bell rang, the girl ducked onto a bus and exhaled with relief, riding on it until she reached the road outside the Mukami mansion and walking the rest of the way.

It occurred to her just how tamed she’d become if she weren’t taking the opportunity to run.

Feeling something wet land on her head, Yui glanced up, finding the skies rolling in grey and grim. Hurrying on, she made it inside before the heaven’s opened.

---

Kou hadn’t come back.

Hours had passed and the rain hadn’t stopped. Yui broke her unspoken vow not to text and sent one after the other, worriedly asking where he was.

Staying near the front door, she watched the droplets roll down the glass. The cold, clammy hands of dread grasped her heart.

Hearing the door close, she caught sight of a figure.

“Kou!”

Rushing forward, she ignored his soaked clothes and cupped his frozen cheeks, lifting his head and smoothing the wet locks away from his face when they plastered to damp skin.

“…You didn’t come,” he muttered in a subdued voice.

Yui stopped, blinking the tears from her eyes and bowing her head. The movie. “I-I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, not even as she took him into her arms, soaking herself in the process. Combing shaking fingers through his hair, Yui held onto him as though he were something fragile, not immortal.

“I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all,” his voice came again, slowly. “You didn’t respond to me the way I wanted, no matter how nice I was, you didn’t seem to…want me back. Why is that? Huh? Tell me. My head’s all screwed up and it’s your fault.”

Exhaling, she kept Ruki’s words in mind and stroked his hair. “I do want you Kou. Just not like that. I liked you when you were…yourself.”

“You did?”

“Mhm.”

“But I was an asshole?”

She blushed. “W-well…I wouldn’t describe you like that. The Kou I like is funny and a little selfish, but when he cares about things, he really commits to them, even if he says he doesn’t.”

“You’re kinda weird.” Kou mumbled, his hands resting on her waist pulling her in so that their hips met. “But…maybe, we can have a uh…do over?”

A relieved smile touched her lips. “I’d like that.”

“Okay. Go out with me, m’kay? And don’t ghost me this time.”

“I promise I’ll be there,” she said, before sneezing.

“Hehe. That’s your punishment for making an idol stand out in the rain,” he grinned, kissing her neck and nipping the skin harshly. “C’mon. Let’s go take a shower together.”

“Kou!” She gaped, swatting his arm lightly. When he gave an answering cruel laugh, she knew he’d returned to his normal self. Relief flooded her right down to her toes.

[fortisfiliae]

Against the Odds - Part 3 [James Potter x reader]

Prompt: College AU ❃ Jocks are disgusting. Too good looking, too aware of it, too drunk and too dumb. Or so you thought. This is the third part for @marvelcapsicle‘s writing challenge.

A/n:  Since tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags anymore, you can find previous parts on my masterlist, linked in my bio.   If you need to zoom in on the texts just click on the picture to do so. GIF is not mine.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, fluff and a curly devil that will hunt your dreams

Word count: 3.2k

Part 3 - You up?

Thursday:

Half past nine in the evening, you had just typed the last word of your essay for English class and had clicked on the save-symbol when Louise entered your room, along with her boyfriend Mike. He was a frat guy. Jockish as hell. Maybe one of the reasons you hadn’t liked those type of guys.

You weren't sure why they had decided to come to your and Louise’s room – it was certainly too small to miss anything the other person said or did and Louise had told you countless times how lucky Mike was to have a room for himself at the frat. 

Anyway, you weren't going to ask them because they had decided to watch a movie on Louise's laptop and after arguing for twenty minutes, had finally picked something out. 

You were on your phone, texting with Remus, who had just started telling you things about his personal life and that he would go to the cinema with Sirius in a bit when you suddenly heard suspicious huffing from across the room. You turned over and caught Louise and Mike kissing. Vigorously. Not only that, but things were moving underneath their blanket and it didn't look like they were folding their hands to pray.

“Guys,” you said. “You know I can hear and see you from here.”

No answer. They just ignored you.

“Louise! What the fuck are you doing?”

She tore herself away from her boyfriend and took a breath before answering: “Sorry, Y/N. But you must know, I've just gotten off my period and we haven't-”

“Oh my god. Shut up, please. You can't be serious. Why don't you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, her mouth was on his again and now it seemed that she was climbing onto him.

“Hello?”

They ignored you again and now you heard something unzipping.

“That's it,” you said as you got up. “I'm leaving. And fuck you both. Or don't. Whatever.”

You rushed out the room and stood in the hallway, already typing a text to Remus, trying to ask him if he could help you out. Wait. He was going out with Sirius. So that wasn't an option. Shit. You walked over to the common room and sat down on one of the mouldy couches. Looking across the area you stared at the microwave for a minute, contemplating if sleeping here was the only alternative you had. Oh please no. It was gross and cold and people would notice. There was someone else you knew. Not that you preferred that. But it was worth a try, wasn't it?

So, yeah. Awkward.  

Oh god. Stupid. No one would believe that. Was there a way to unsend texts?

Okay, okay. Okay! Keep calm. You took a deep breath, smelling even more of the gunk that had built up on the kitchen counter, and stood up. Everything was better than spending the night between the remnants of pizza and hot pockets. You caught yourself walking in circles and finally brought up the courage to leave the dorm.

It was chilly outside, but you enjoyed the cool breeze as you stood on the pavement and pressed the front of your shoe into the concrete until it hurt. A car turned up on the far end of the street. Blinding headlights came closer with the engine revving until it slowed down and stopped right in front of you. A black and sleek Audi whatever-model. Rich parents – what else had you expected?

Last chance to run back in. He could still be a serial killer, right? But he had brought you a sandwich yesterday. Were you really just using food as refutation?  

The window rolled down and James' curly head poked out. “You coming?”

Well, curly hair and a sub would do as refutation for tonight.

You got in, closed the door and belted up before you finally looked over.

“Hi,” you said hesitantly.

“Hey. So... Drama at the dorm?”

“Yeah. And I’m sorry. That I asked you for this, you know.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I was at the bar and wanted to go home anyway. Actually, I'm glad you did.”

He put in the gear, started driving and looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. There was a tiny smile on his lips that could only make you guess what he was thinking before you put your eyes on the road.

“So um... Who’s your roommate then? Do I know her boyfriend?” James asked after a while.

“Her name’s Louise. Her boyfriend is Mike. Mike um, Broogler or something? A frat guy, I’m sure you know him.”

“Brockler, yeah I know him. A frat guy, huh?” he grinned.

“He is a guy and part of the fraternity. Frat guy.”

“The way you say it makes it sound like that’s something bad.”

He was obviously joking, the tone of his voice still light and cheery, but there could have been a bit of truth behind his words.

“I didn’t mean it that way. Sorry if I hurt your feelings,” you said. “Frat guy.”

He chuckled as he backed into a parking space in front of the fraternity. “Frat guy is saving your ass tonight, so a bit more respect please.”

“Sorry mister frat guy, sir. I apologize.”

You followed James into the house, which had all the lights off and was empty, contrary to your prior beliefs.

“Boys are all out at the bar. Except for Mike,” he quipped.

The house looked completely different than it had when you were at the party. Classy and strict, a lot of old dark wood embellished the floors and furniture.  You peeked into the living room and it was actually quite cosy without the beer pong table and blaring music.

James walked up to the wide staircase on the end of the hallway and turned around. “Rooms are upstairs.”

“Uh yeah, I figured.”

So there it was. The moment you had to tell him that you hadn’t intended the same thing he maybe had thought of. There was a nasty lump in your throat. How should you bring it up? Maybe he wasn’t even thinking about it and you would just burst in with the unasked-for info that you didn’t want to sleep with him tonight.

“Hey um,” James began. “Just so you know, I won’t try anything. I can sleep in the living room if you want.”

God bless.  

“Thanks,” you said and felt a wave of heat on your cheeks. Where has your confidence gone? Get a grip.  

“Okay, let me show you my room then,” James said and offered his hand.

He led you up to the first floor that had doors to the bedrooms all around. They all had the initials of their names on the doors. His one was the third in line. JP in gold with a little lightning bolt next to it.

You pointed at it and asked: “What does that stand for?”

“I’m fast,” he said and smiled smugly. “Everyone in the team gets a nickname.”

“And yours is Bolt?” you asked as he opened the door.

“Flash,” he winked. “Excuse the mess.”

James went to pick up a bunch of dirty clothes from the floor. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“No big deal, it’s not so bad.”

It really wasn’t so bad. The room was probably the same size as your shared one was, but with a private bathroom. The dream. His bed stood in the corner of the room - white sheets, very chic. On the opposite side was a sideboard with a medium sized TV on it, next to it was the door to the bathroom. His desk stood right by the window, a wardrobe to its left, a small fridge to its right. He’d hung lots of little photos of him and his friends and football fan articles on the walls. It was a bit messy, but it had character.

“Your room is really nice,” you said as you walked around and looked at the pictures.

“Thanks! Make yourself at home. I’m just putting the clothes away and I’m gonna take a shower real quick, I still smell like bar.”

“Sure.”

He closed the door to the bathroom behind himself and left you alone in his room. High level of trust. As you heard him turn on the water you walked over to the other side slowly, letting your fingers run over the sheets of the bed when you went by.

On the sideboard with the TV was his football helmet, freshly cleaned and shiny as a new penny. You noticed a small ball lying right beside it. The one he had gotten at the blood drive yesterday. It still had dents from his fingernails all over it. Looked like he had been more nervous than you’d thought. You smiled and dug your own finger into it, leaving one additional notch, before trying to switch on the TV. It would be nice to have some background sounds and avoid awkward silence later, but the remote was nowhere to be seen.

After looking at the sideboard, his desk and bed you went for the nightstand. Intrusive? Probably, but maybe it was in there.

You sat down on the bed and opened the drawer. No remote. But some other things. A small notebook and a nibbled off pen, as well as a framed picture of two people. They looked like husband and wife - both had grey hair, were probably in their seventies and smiled kindly into the camera. His grandparents? Well, since it was in there and not on the wall, he probably didn't want to talk about it.

You closed the drawer and swung your legs up onto the bed. Sitting, waiting, wishing. Wishing for confidence and poise and that your palms wouldn't start sweating every time James looked at you. Right now it felt like his whole room was staring you down. Like it was eating you up. But not in a bad way, it was a welcoming feeling to sit there and gaze over the bits and bobs of his belongings.

When you noticed that the water had stopped running you took out your phone to try and look like you hadn't been spying. A few moments later James returned in a plain white shirt and grey sweatpants. Quite the look on him admittedly. His hair was still wet, some drops of water running down the side of his face to his jawline and even further down to his chin. God damn, you couldn't take your eyes off him. He must have done this on purpose.

“You good here?” he asked as he ran his hand through the wet mess on his head.

“Uh-huh, I am. Was trying to find the remote, but didn't.”

“Oh um. I think I know where it is,” James said and threw himself onto the bed, half lying, half crawling and stuck his arm under the pillow. “There we go.”

He turned on the TV and switched channels for a while until he stopped on the news. The news?! You both sat in silence pretending to be interested in whatever the reporter was talking about. Note to self: There can be awkward silence even if you have background sound.

Trying to think of something to say turned out to be harder than you'd thought. What do you talk about with a guy that had taken you home because you had asked him to, while he lay next to you, smelling like a pinewood full of sunshine and fairies? The fact that there was an inch of skin showing between his shirt and pants wasn’t helping either.

“So-” - “Do you-”

After minutes of silence, you had both decided to start talking in the same second. Both of you laughed at your mutual awkwardness and James sat up straight.

“Sorry, what did you want to say?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” you admitted. “I was just... I don't know. Go on, please.”

He grinned like he was glad that you were more nervous than him. Looked like it gave him a confidence boost. As if he needed one.

“I wanted to say that I can give you clothes to sleep in. You didn’t bring anything in your handbag, did you?”

“No, I didn't really have time to pack when I was running from the fucking in my room. But it's fine, you don't -”

“Oh, come on,” he said. “You don't want to sleep in jeans. No one wants that.”

“Yeah, I guess I don't.”

He crawled off from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe. “I'm afraid I don't have anything sexy,” he joked. “But a frat shirt will do I think.”

He laid it down next to you before sitting on the bed again.

“Thanks, James. I'm gonna go change in the bathroom.”

“Sure. I put out a toothbrush too if you want to brush your teeth.”

What a mom.

The bathroom was small but still better than one on the hallway. You took off your clothes and put on the shirt James had given you. It looked huge on you. Dark red with the fraternity name Kappa Delta Rho on it, it reached almost down to your knees, like a really unflattering dress. It was soft and smelled nice though. Not like pine wood and fairies, but sweeter. Clean, fresh cotton with a hint of washed out cologne. 

The toothbrush he had been talking about laid next to the sink, still unpacked and new. Did a stock of dental hygiene products mean he had people here often?

After you were done in the bathroom you went back to James' room, where he was lying on his bed again, watching TV with one hand behind his head, the other one tucked into his waistband. This time, it seemed he couldn’t take his eyes off you. A dumbfounded expression on his face as you walked towards him and the way he eyed you up and down made you instantly feel better about yourself. There was your confidence boost and you had very much needed it.

He cleared his throat when you sat down on the bed. “Well. If you want to sleep now I can go downstairs and -”

“No,” you interrupted him, maybe a bit too eagerly.

“Sorry?”

“I… I think you can stay. If you want. I mean, it’s your room. That wouldn’t be fair, to invite myself over and send you down to sleep on the couch.”

“Oh.” He looked more confused now, his hand wandered to the back of his neck. “I mean yeah. I’m glad to stay if you want that.”

You smiled, lifted the blanket to crawl underneath it and lay down sideways to face him. “I think that’s what I want, yes.”

He got under the blanket as well and said: “We can watch a movie if you want.”

Half an hour into “Baby Driver”, you had caught James looking at you twice. But the only reason you caught him was that you had looked over as well. It was absurd really, how every move he made got your heart rate up to 180. Every time he breathed in deeply or stretched out his legs you thought he would reach over and hold your hand. And suddenly, after checking his phone, he did. You were so focused on coming off relaxed that you didn’t even grip it back. It must have felt like you were dead until you remembered that you weren’t. You held his palm tighter and felt his thumb running over the side of your index finger, which made your stomach tingle.

“James?” you asked.

“Yes?”

“You’re really nice. I mean really,” you said even though you didn’t know where those words were coming from. “You know at first I thought you were just this guy, screaming with a beer keg on his shoulder. And I thought you were cocky, which… You are when I think about it.”

He laughed lowly. “That started as a compliment and ended as an insult.”

“I know, sorry” you bantered. “But you’ve been a real gentleman, very sweet and respectful and I didn’t expect that. Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, wearing a smile that showed he was really full of himself right then, but that didn’t matter because his face neared yours now.

A kiss so sweet, it would have literally swept you off your feet if you hadn’t been lying down already. His lips, soft and mellow, skimmed over your own and it felt like listening to music; easy and pleasant as you found your rhythm and moved to the imaginary beat. His damp hair tickled your forehead until a simple peck brought your song to an end and a foolish grin seemed to refine it.

“How does it feel?” he asked after some seconds of silence.

“What do you mean?”

“Being in a frat, wearing a frat-shirt, kissing a frat guy in his frat-bed?”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed pushed him off by his shoulder.

He countered and started tickling you, to which you started screaming, turned around and kicked his legs.

“Whoa, easy Rambo,” James chortled and held you tight.

“No mercy for a tickler,” you answered and let your hand rest on his arm. “You’re a fool, James. I like you.”

The next time you opened your eyes was when a ray of sunshine beamed right into your face. You tried to shift but couldn’t until you noticed that James’ arm was still around your waist and held onto you even in his sleep. His breaths were slow and deep, his skin soft on yours and you could have easily spent the rest of your day in this position.

That was until you took your phone from the nightstand and checked the time. 9:17! Shit. You had forgotten to set an alarm last night and your first class started at 10. You had to leave right now, or you wouldn’t make it on time. So you shuffled away from his grip, got up, put your clothes on and went out the door.

While on your way to the dorm you took the time to shoot James a message:

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Unexpected Guest (Part 1?)

Unexpected Guest

“Hello, love! Sorry for the late call, but I wanted to let you know I landed safely and Monkey met me at the airport. Wanted to check-in with ya. Everything OK at the house? Have you found the wine we left you yet?”

“Yes. Tom, everything is amazing! Thank you so much for letting me stay here. And yes, I found the wine. Currently selecting the bottle for this evening, if you must know. The house is beyond perfect! Are you absolutely sure that the studio doesn’t mind?”

“Not one bit. Jakey is on vacation for the holidays with his family and Charlie and I are here in London with the boys through the New Year. Shooting doesn’t resume until the second week in January, so the place would just be sitting empty. My favorite camera operator needed a place to stay; and in all seriousness, love…they know better than to fuck with Venom.”

“You are such a dork. But again, thank you so SO much. It means more to me than you know.”

“You’re welcome, love,” he said sincerely. “Happy holidays to you. Shoot me or Charlie a text if you have any questions or problems. Just remember to try and relax. You’re not working for the next 2 weeks; so don’t spend all your time watching Jaws and working on your dolly tilt.”

“Fuck you, Tommy,” I said, laughing out loud. “You know very well that it’s called a dolly zoom. And it’s one of the single greatest camera shots in cinema history. I need to be ready when Spielberg calls.”

I could hear his laughter on the other end of the line. This man just loved busting my balls.

“Oh, Tom! Before I forget. I can’t find the number anywhere for the security company. I wanted to call them and have the gate code temporarily changed while I’m here. Just to make myself feel safer.”

“I don’t think we have it up anywhere. Let me find it and I’ll text it to you in a bit.”

“Got it. In all seriousness, thanks again, Tom. Love to you guys and to the boys!”

As I ended the call and searched for a corkscrew, I again marveled at just how amazing and bizarre this whole chain of events had been.

********************

Flashback

I’d been lucky enough to meet Tom Hardy and Jake Tomuri working as a camera operator on The Revenant two years ago. It was one of my first long-term jobs, and it had been a particularly brutal one. All the accounts of how difficult and exhausting the shoot had been were totally true. That said, I was there from the first day of shooting until the last; and you don’t go through that much with a group of people without making some good friends. After The Revenant had wrapped, everyone scattered to their own far-reaches of the globe, but a core group had kept in touch. Tom shot Taboo and the fourth season of Peaky Blinders in Europe for most of 2017 before beginning his prep for Venom; but as soon as he knew the starting date in Atlanta, he recommended me to the director. And the rest, as they say, was history.

On most location shoots, especially when it was a studio with money, the crew stayed in hotels near the set. Being a Marvel production, the crew received very nice accommodations on Venom, but Tom and Jake had reservations about me spending Christmas and New Year’s alone in a hotel room…even if it was a Marvel-funded hotel room. He and Jake had rented a house in Atlanta. Although, to call it a “house” was a bit of a stretch.

It was a big, beautiful, furnished mansion with a large pool out back and seven bedrooms. While it may have seemed a bit extravagant to the casual observer, it was important for them to have somewhere to stay that would provide not only security, but also space for their families to visit. Both men had significant others and four kids between them. Plus, to be perfectly honest, Jake and Tom were like two giant toddlers when left alone…and the boys needed space to play. You only had to take a look at Tom’s Instagram to see how much fun those two could have together. Hell, I didn’t even know they made Care Bear onesies in sizes large enough for an adult male. Tom and Jake each had two.

I knew that spending Christmas Eve alone sounded depressing, but I’d been on my own since 17 years old. Yes, I had some extended family, but no one that I considered close enough to spend the holidays with. I had always possessed an eye for camera work and managed to pay my way through film school by working on commercials. I got the job on The Revenant simply because I was able to do it conflict-free. I didn’t have a family or many close friends that would take me away from the arduous shoot. I could be there day in and day out and keep my focus. The director loved it; and since it was my first major Hollywood shoot, I set out trying to impress from the moment I walked on set. It worked.

I was on set for about a month before I started really meeting the cast. Tom and Jake had immediately taken me under their wings. They treated me like big brothers and were always supportive and encouraging.

I’d do dinners and movies and sing-a-longs with the boys after filming. Tom, Jake, and Paul were endlessly entertaining and it really made the months bearable. Each of them was in a happy, committed relationship and the thought of ever getting romantically involved with anyone on set was laughable to me. Camera work was my passion and what I had always dreamed of doing. I’d never let something as stupid as an on-set romance get in the way of my perfect job. Did I get lonely? Sure. Who didn’t? But there are worse things in life than being lonely.

I genuinely didn’t mind spending time on my own and would have been perfectly fine in my little hotel room for 2 weeks. But the boys had other plans.  

After we finished shooting for the day, they cornered me as I was putting equipment away. Jake had a small present in his hands.

“Hey guys! We wrapped for the day almost 2 hours ago. What are you two still doing on set?”

“Well,” Tom said, “We knew that you planned to stick around and stay in the hotel for Christmas, but we have a better idea. We both have flights home tonight and our rented place will be empty. We want you to stay there. We’ve already cleared it with the necessary folks and it’s good to go. All you need to do is say ‘yes’. Now open your present!”

Inside the box was a small silver key and keychain shaped like a house. Tied around it, was a red ribbon.

“Pleeease!” Jake begged. “We decorated, and cleaned, and everything!”

Looking at my two smiling friends, I realized that I had no choice.

“Boys, there is only one outcome here, isn’t there?” I asked, smiling warmly at their expectant faces.

“Fuckin’ right there is!” Jake affirmed, scooping me up in a crushing bear hug.

“It’s good you said ‘yes’,” Tom chimed in. “Jakey stole your car at lunchtime. It’s already back home in the garage.”

After getting the security code for the house and giving both boys hugs and kisses goodbye, I found myself being dropped off at the main security gate by one of the production assistants. I wished him happy holidays and made my way inside.

They had really outdone themselves.

Turning on the stereo system and sending music throughout the house, I gave myself the grand tour.

In the living room was a huge, decorated Christmas tree. While we were on The Revenant set, I had shared my deep love for Christmas decorations. They were my favorite part of the holiday; and it seemed that the boys had remembered. The scene was something straight out of a catalog and I found myself deeply touched at how much they had done for me. And to make the gesture that much more beautiful, I knew that they did it simply because I was their friend…and never expected a thing in return. How I’d gotten so lucky, I’d never know.

The kitchen, which looked like it hadn’t been touched, was spotless. Opening the fridge, I found it stocked with water, snacks, and a lot of wine. The guys knew I liked to cook and bake, and they had definitely ensured that I wouldn’t go hungry during my stay. I could probably cook a family meal each night and still not run out of food before they got back.

Grabbing my bags, I headed upstairs. All of the bedrooms had been cleaned and linens had been changed, so I had my pick of accommodations. One caught my eye. The king size bed was plush with cream colored blankets. It wasn’t the biggest bedroom in the house, but it had a beautiful stone gas fireplace at the foot of the bed and a window overlooking the backyard. In my suitcase, I found a pair of old yoga pants and the tank top that Jakey had gotten me for my birthday. He had convinced me to do yoga with him one day after shooting. I hated it and informed him that I preferred to drink for stress relief. Not only did I never have to do yoga with him again, but I got a killer shirt out of it. Completing the look with a pair of fuzzy pink socks, I made my way back downstairs to check out the rest of the house.

Downstairs was a game room, complete with pool table and bar which led to the coziest home theater I had ever seen. The overstuffed couches were made for snuggling up in front of the screen and I knew that I’d more than likely spend at least a few nights dozing off in there.

I strolled back upstairs and into the kitchen, intent on taking a closer look at the wine in the fridge, when my phone started to ring. It was late, but I knew immediately who’d be on the other end. I made Tom promise that he’d call once he was home. We chatted for a few minutes; and after thanking him profusely and sending my love to Charlie and the boys, I hung up and got ready to start my evening.

End Flashback

***********************************

I had two weeks off and I planned to make the most of every second. Just as I was about to uncork my bottle, I heard it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

My heart jumped into my throat.

The house was supposed to be empty. Tom, Jake, and the producers were the only ones who knew I’d be here and I was the only one with the gate code. How could anyone have gotten to the door?!

Immediately, I grabbed my phone and began to dial 911.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Before I could complete the call, my screen lit up.

‘Hardy calling’ was displayed on the screen.

My panic increased by the second.

“Hello! Tom! Tom, someone’s at the door! They’re pounding on it. I need to hang up and call the police!”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The disturbance at the door continued as I got more and more scared and tears began to fall. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.

This was not how the evening was supposed to go…

“Tom! Tom, I’m scared! I’m hanging up now. I need to call the cops! Whoever is out there bypassed the security code. I’m alone here. Please, let me call for help!”

“Pet, calm down! Listen to me! You’re OK. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Tom, you’re on the other side of the ocean. I need help here NOW! I’m hanging up!” I yelled as the knocking at the door continued.

“Wait! Please! Did you see The Drop?” He asked.

“Excuse me!?”

“The Drop. My movie. Did you see it?”

“Hardy, I swear to fuck, if the last thing I do before I die is chat with you about your filmography, I’m going to haunt your ass for-fucking-ever.”

“Love, go open the door.”

“No! Have you not heard a single thing I’ve said?! There. Is. Someone. Out. There.”

“Yes. And I know who it is.”

Then he was gone.

In the silence that followed, I heard a phone ring outside and a muffled male voice.

“Hey man, glad you got my text! I’m right outside! Come let me in!”

Of course, I could only hear one side of the conversation, but quickly putting two and two together, I knew that whoever was out there was currently speaking with Tom.

I silently tiptoed the door, still on high alert, but starting to calm down.

“Yeah bro. Yeah. OK. Should I just leave? I feel like an asshole. Do you think she’d let me apologize?”

I recognized the voice. The Drop. That’s why Tom had asked.

“Yeah. Yeah man, OK. Love to you and Charlie! I’ll give you a call in a bit. Yep. OK, bye.”

All was silent for a few moments. I leaned my head against the wood and waited.

And then I heard the voice again from the other side.

“Ummm…hello? Tom said you were probably on the other side of the door by now waiting. I’m not here to hurt you, I promise. I’m a friend of Tom’s. He gave me the gate code a few weeks ago. I was shooting in New Mexico and was going to try to make it out here before he left to head back to London. But apparently, I missed him. I sent him a text when I got here…and then he called you to try and warn you in time. Which I guess…didn’t happen. I really never meant to scare you. And I really hope you are on the other side of this door like Tom said…or else I’m going to feel especially stupid for royally fucking up and then apologizing to a door.”

I smiled despite the aftershocks of fear still pulsing in my veins.

Slowly, I unlatched the door and pulled it open.

The unexpected guest was standing in the light of the front porch with his hands in his pockets. When our eyes met, he smiled softly.

“Hi. I’m Matthias.”

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Movie Night - Bughead College AU - Part 2

Hey Guys,

Sorry it has been so so long since I have posted anything but unfortunately adulting (and a super flu) got in the way and then there was a hit of writing self doubt and writing block. But here is the second and final part to Movie Night.

I also almost have the next chapter of What Fools We Mortals Be finished and am just working out some kinks and ideas with my Beta.

I always get so stressed with my fics that aren’t one shots as I get so worried that readers will be disappointed with the conclusion or next part which is the reason I sometimes get stuck on my WIPs.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoy and always sorry to mobile users for the keep reading cut.

Summary:

Betty is sick of the substandard movies that are chosen to play at the makeshift college ‘drive in’ she decides she has had enough and on her mission to correct this injustice bumps into a beanie wearing student who is just as outraged.

Based on the following prompt:

You’re the only other one who voted for my favorite movie on movie night so do you just want to watch it in my room au

Part One.

Nolan and Tarantino

Veronica was excited for her. As soon as she told her she would not be in their dorm room tonight because she was going to a boy’s room the squeal that Veronica had emitted had very near ruptured her eardrums.

“I knew you had it in you B.” Veronica wrapped her arm around her shoulder like a proud mamma bird finally seeing her baby bird spread her wings and embrace the full college experience. “Sooo what’s his name?”

“Jughead.” Veronica did a double take, her head cocked slightly to the side as if she may have misheard her.

“Jughead?”

“Yeah I think it might be a nickname.” Betty mused while Veronica’s eyes widened in realization.

“Wait a second Archie’s roommate has a weird name, I thought it was Juicebox, but maybe it was Jughead.” Veronica clapped her hands together in delight. “You are going out with Archie’s roommate.” Her voice had now taken on a sing song quality and Betty could see the cogs turning in her head processing all this information at once, probably forming plans for double dates and who knows what else.

“I’m just going over to watch a movie, it’s not a date.” Veronica sighed heavily, before taking Betty’s hand and leading her over to her bed encouraging her to sit beside her. “It’s not-” Veronica silenced Betty’s protests placing a finger up to her mouth.

“It’s a date Betty,” she stated simply, as Betty’s eyes widened. She knew it was a date, or was that just some wishful thinking on her part. He was interested in movies, she was interested in movies. People of the opposite gender can watch movies together alone in a college dorm room and not have any romantic feelings towards each other. Can’t they? “You are going to be alone in his dorm room, probably on his bed, his laptop between the two of you, an arm around your shoulder.” Betty imagined the scene in her head. She imagined them both reaching for the popcorn at the same time, their hands brushing accidently against each other, a shared laugh before their eyes would meet each other’s gaze. She shook her head trying to wipe the images from her mind. No it was just watching a movie.

“He chose The Lobster for drive in movie, he puts up a choice each month.”

“The unpopular choice.” Veronica reminded her.

“Maybe but it’s always the one I would choose.” Betty was happy to have someone who could appreciate good cinema as much as she loved Veronica her taste in movies sucked.

“Well B, what are you going to wear for your non-date date.” Betty pulled her bottom lip with her teeth. She hadn’t even thought about it yet. She wanted to look nice but not too nice, not like she had spent hours agonising over what she was going to wear for the night, even though she had a feeling that that was exactly what she was about to do at Veronica’s insistence.

Betty shifted nervously in front of his dorm room door, she could faintly hear music playing inside his room. It was something she didn’t recognise but it sounded pleasant to her ears. She shifted one of the two large shopping bags of snacks that she had brought for the evening into one hand while she raised the other to knock on his door.

The door opened almost immediately and she noted that he was still wearing the crown beanie that he had been earlier. Apparently that was part of his permanent wardrobe or so Veronica had informed her after sending several inquisitive texts to Archie. And yes, Jughead was in fact a nickname, but Archie wouldn’t tell her his real name through fear of Jughead’s retribution.

“Hey.” He opened the door wider for her so she could enter brushing past him.

“Where can I put these?” She held up the two rather large bags of snacks that she had brought with her. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just brought some of my faves and the classics.” She noticed him lick his lips as he eyed the bags and he pointed towards what she assumed was the desk on his side of the small dorm room.

“Over there.” She moved towards the desk placing the heavy bags down and turned around to fully take in the room. It was not as messy as she had imagined a room shared by two teenage boys may be, but she guessed that he had done some tidying up as well. The two of them looked at each other awkwardly for a while, both of them with their hands in their pockets, before glancing around the room. “Would you like something to drink?” Jughead asked her breaking the silence.

“Sure.” He moved over to the bar fridge located at the end of his bed and surveyed it’s contents.

“I’ve got Coke and Beer.” Betty knew the safe option was a coke. Best she keep a clear head. She had been drunk once in her life, one of her first nights on campus and it had not been a pretty picture. But one beer couldn’t hurt.

“Beer,” she announced confidently, straightening her posture a little at her decision. He pulled out two beers, twisting the tops off both using the bottom of his t-shirt and handing one to her. He held his out for her to clink her bottle into, almost like a little cheers before they endeavored on their film watching journey.

“You can sit on the bed.” He motioned towards the single bed on one side of the room. “Or I have the desk chair if that would be more comfortable,” he added quickly.

“Bed’s fine,” she answered as she jumped onto the single bed, her back resting against the pillow that had been placed against the wall, stretching her legs out in front of her. He picked up the laptop from his desk along with the desk chair. Placing the laptop on the chair in front of the bed, he moved again to Archie’s desk to get his desk chair and placed it in front of the bed before sitting on it. Betty watched him carefully as he leant forward to get the movie playing on the laptop.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m getting the movie started.” He looked at her quizzically before he returned to the task at hand.

“No I mean why are you sitting there. There’s plenty of room up here.” She patted the empty space next to her.

“I just thought you might -”

“Grab the snacks and get up here.” Betty was surprised by the strength of her own words. “Please.” she added to try and soften her request. He quickly pressed play on the video and grabbed both bags before hopping onto the bed next to her, still placing some space between the two of them. She handed him one of the pillows that was next to her and he placed it behind his back before opening one of the bags.

“What do you want?” He whispered as if they were in a cinema afraid of ruining the viewing experience of others.

“The Red Vines.” She turned towards him as he handed her the packet. She noticed him looking through the bag hesitating on making his own choice. “Take whatever you want,” she whispered to him before turning her attention immediately back to the screen in front of her as the words she had just used wash over her and she mentally kicked herself. He didn’t seem to notice, or he was just as embarrassed as she was as he pulled out a packet of Milk Duds and faced the screen as well.

They were both fully engrossed in the movie, laughing together at the appropriate parts and she was glad that he shared her dark sense of humor. When she had tried to get Veronica to watch the movie she had asked her to turn it off not even half way into the movie. Instead they put on a romantic comedy, not that Betty minded them once in awhile but it was nice to have someone who could understand her love for dark comedy.

“What animal do you think you would want to be turned into?” Betty whispered as she turned to Jughead waiting for his answer while she watched the movie from the corner of her eye.

“I think I would be a cat.” She waited for him to elaborate further. “Well they’re independent, survivors and it would good to always be able to land on your feet.” He threw a milk dud up into the air before catching it in his mouth. She gave a little clap at his achievement. “You?”

“A hawk.” He looked at her surprised at her choice. “Well I would want to be able to fly so I would want to choose a bird, but I also don’t want to be at the bottom of the food chain and be one of the small animals getting eaten by a bigger animal. So a hawk.” She took the packet of milk duds from him and tried to toss one into her mouth, but missed by quite a distance. “It’s the beer.”

“No I just think you aren’t very good at that,” he quipped, throwing another one up for himself and catching it in his mouth easily. Betty never one to be outdone took the packet from him again and tossed another up into the air, too high and off centre and it bounced off her forehead. The impact stunned her for a moment and his laughter filled the room. She rubbed her forehead in embarrassment as she watched him laugh. The way his nose and eyes wrinkled and he looked completely uninhibited. She couldn’t help herself and soon found herself laughing along with him.  

Betty took a deep sigh as the movie cut to black. She eyed the packets of open half eaten sweets that they had managed to work through during the movie. It was though Jughead was determined to try some of everything always offering her some first. There were also the 4 empty beer bottles that they had polished off during the movie on his night stand. She could feel the slight heat across her cheeks and neck a side effect of the alcohol and the enclosed space no doubt.

“Okay important question.” Betty sat straighter on the bed at the seriousness of his tone. “And the very future of our friendship depends on your answer.” A smirk crossing his face told her that he probably would let her get away with an incorrect answer. “Favourite director?” She sighed heavily at this collapsing onto her side in dramatics as she groaned.

“Don’t make me choose.”

“You have to.” He insisted leaning his body to the side to catch her eyes. Betty sighed in defeat and pulled herself upright again, thinking carefully about his question.

“Hmmm.” She was tapping her finger on her chin as she ran through a series of possible answers she had favourites for each genre, for each decade of film, how could she possibly choose just one out of so many. He watched her expectantly as she continued to think. She went to answer before pausing again, considering her answer so carefully. “Christopher Nolan.”

“Hmm.” He said nodding his expression giving nothing away about her choice.

“Hmm?” she responded, her eyes urging for him to elaborate further, to tell her his own thoughts rather than just making a sound in response.

“I just wouldn’t have guessed, thought you might go for a classic like Speilberg, you seem like a classic kind of girl.” She wasn’t sure how to take his statement, should she be offended that he thought she liked older more traditional things, did he think that she would be so predictable and hence maybe even boring.

“What’s yours?” she asked.

“Tarantino.” She let out a short laugh in response.

“Of course.” she rolled her eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course.” Jughead Jones did not like to be predictable he prided himself as not being one of the herd.

“Just you know, dark, tortured, mysterious it figures you would like Tarantino.” She shrugged her shoulders reaching over him for the unopened packet of M&Ms, meeting his eyes as she took a handful, a look of victory in her eyes. He sighed. Maybe he was a little predictable sometimes. “What now?” She said finishing her mouthful of candy and eyeing him carefully.

“Well we could watch another movie.” He suggested, she nodded eagerly and he found himself smiling at her. It felt so easy between the two of them. He knew he should feel nervous a pretty girl like Betty Cooper alone with him in his dorm room. Archie had given him a wolf whistle when he had let him know that a girl would be over tonight, before Jughead had insisted that it wasn’t like that.

If Betty’s love life had been uneventful up to and including college, Jughead’s had been non-existent. He wasn’t exactly what girls had gone for in highschool he kept to himself. Attended classes and stayed on the outer fringe as much as he could. Not that he ever went completely unnoticed, the jocks it seemed had a far reaching sonar for those who wished to go unnoticed. He had been bullied, sure, but he had survived. Even had managed to fight back on occasion but at the end of the day he was still that scrawny weirdo from the wrong side of the tracks.

College he had imagined would be much the same. He would attend his classes, stay on the fringe. He had always been more of an observer than an active participant. Then he had been roomed with Archie Andrews. Jughead could practically smell the Jock coming off of him as soon as he entered the room. He had already been formulating the contents of his request to transfer rooms form in his head, when Archie had introduced himself, holding out a hand for him to shake. Jughead had taken it cautiously always waiting for the punch that was coming masked by kindness. But it never came. Archie was a decent guy, still a jock, but decent and despite himself they became friends.

“Should I make some popcorn?” Her voice broke into his thoughts and he saw that she had moved off the bed a packet of microwave popcorn in her hand as she stood next to the microwave.

“Sure. I’ll choose a movie. Any requests?”

“Action. After that film I need to see some things getting epically destroyed.” She winked at him and he felt his stomach drop. He had felt the same feeling when she had asked him to take anything he wanted and several images had crossed his mind, while he tried to keep his face passive.

He carefully looked through the list of films before smiling to himself. “Batman Begins?” he asked already having a pretty good idea of what the answer would be.

“Now I know you're just trying to get in my good books. Choosing a Nolan film.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just trying to be a good host.”

“Well you are being an excellent host.” The microwave beeped and he moved to his cupboard to grab a bowl holding it in front of her for her to empty the freshly popped popcorn into. The aroma filling the air. He grabbed two drinks from the fridge, pressed play on his laptop and sat back down on his bed. She soon joined him. He noticed that she sat herself a little closer this time placing the bowl in between them. He tried to concentrate on the film in front of him but found himself distracted.

Betty seemed more engrossed in the film than he was. He could occasionally see her mouth the words and he wondered how many times she had seen this one.

His hand brushed up against her knee and she froze. He was reaching for the bowl of popcorn between them and had misjudged where it was. He could see her body tense up at the contact and he scolded his own clumsiness.

“Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath.

“It’s okay.” He felt her hand rest over his own before he was able to draw it away from it’s current location. He shot a questioning look in her direction, her eyes were still focused on the screen but he could feel her thumb tracing the back of his hand. He felt as though he could learn to  lose himself in those little touches. He had lost complete interest in the film, which really had been used as a way to keep her there for a little bit longer, not wanting the night to end just yet. He watched the way the light played across her face, the pale blue light highlighting her face, the small tug of a smile in the corner of her lips. And now he knew he was doomed as his attention had been drawn to her lips. He imagined how they would feel against his own. How he would trace the curve of her neck with his thumb hoping that she would keen into his touch. He shifted uncomfortably and when his leg brushed up against hers she turned to face him, meeting his gaze immediately.

There was a moment’s hesitation as he felt that he had been caught staring at her, before she shifted towards him and her lips brushed against his. Soft. Her lips were impossibly soft. She pulled back and he stopped her with his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her back again so that his lips could have another taste. He felt her lips responding in kind to his insistent lips returning his kiss with just as much force.

His thumb traced her collarbone, travelling up her neck to cup her face as his lips moved to her neck, feeling her move her body against him as the bowl was knocked to the floor in her eagerness to feel closer to him. Her hand rested on his chest as his hand dropped to her waist holding her against his body as his lips returned to hers, running his tongue over the seam of her lips begging for permission. She relented and sighed into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and his grip on her waist tightened in response.

She pulled back to examine his face, her fingers running over his features. The ones that she has been admiring all night, sneaking glances when he wasn’t looking. Watching the shifting light from the screen move across his face, highlighting his cheekbones just as she had imagined.

“That was nice,” she whispered breaking the silence between them.

He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, “Just nice?”

“More than nice,” she corrected as she reached over to lace his hand in hers. “You know we should do this every month your movie loses.”

“That would be every month then.” He wrapped his arm around her tighter as she leant up against his chest.

“It’s a date.”

[peterpparkrr]

(Jughead Jones x Reader): Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?

Summary: Jughead confronts Mr. Andrews about the drive in and reader tries talk to him about it, he tries to ditch her but it doesn’t quite go to plan.

Word Count: 1731

Warnings: swearing and kissing (is that even something that needs a warning??)

Author’s Note: This is my first thing on tumblr ahhh (apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes)

It was one of those terribly sticky and humid days in the middle of the summer, you’d been hanging out with Archie on his porch and he told you his dad was getting really stressed out because he couldn’t find an accountant for the construction company. You’d gone to the Andrew’s Construction office the next morning and offered to help out.

“Please Mr. Andrews, I’m great at math, I’ve been tutoring Archie since pre-school, let me take the job.”

“(Y/N), you’re not even a sophomore yet, are you sure you’re ready for the responsibility? Don’t you want to spend your summer having fun?”

“With all due respect Mr. Andrews, you hired your son to do manual labor, is it really that far of a stretch for me to sit here in the office and crunch some numbers for you?”

“Alright, if you think you’re up for it I guess you can try it out.”

Jughead had popped into the office unexpectedly, he came in all the time now that you were working here, usually to say hi to you (at least you hoped so, you had to think it was pretty unlikely that he visited because he wanted to spend more time with Mr. Andrews).

You were sitting at your desk with stacks of financial records and account papers littered around you. You smiled at Jughead when we walked in but he seemed preoccupied so you turned back to your work.

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in,” Jughead said while Mr. Andrews poured himself another cup of coffee.

Mr. Andrews sighed but nodded, “I did,” He replied as he went back to his desk, “Look, I’m sorry Jughead. I know how much you love the Twilight, and so do I-”

“Mr. Andrews, just give me one week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a holy house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Mr. Andrews looked up at Jughead, trying to reason with him, “It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys. Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could me more jobs.”

“In what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead replies,” You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.”

It was at this comment made by Mr. Andrews that pulled your head up sharply, you were surprised, you’d known that he’d let Jug’s dad go, but you’d never known why.

“Right. You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now,” Jughead scoffs, ”later.”

“Jug-” Mr. Andrew starts, but he’s already out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” You tell Mr. Andrews as you quickly get up from your desk and head out after him.

“Jug!” You yelled after him, jogging to catch up with his brisk pace, “Please wait,” You said.

“(Y/N), I can’t- I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He tells you, unable to make eye contact with you.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You tell him, trying to search his face for what he’s thinking.

“(Y/N)....”

“Jug…” You reply, smirking slightly.

“You know I hate when you do that,” He shoots back, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“If you didn’t give me so many reasons to smirk then I wouldn’t have to.” You shoot back. There’s something about pushing Jughead’s buttons that you enjoy.

“I’m going home.” he says, turning to leave.

You grabbed his arm and pull him back around to face you again, “Can I walk with you?” You ask him, trying find some excuse to spend time with him. You tell yourself that it’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, but if we’re being honest you just like being around him.

“Don’t you have to work?” Jughead asks with a sharp glance back to the trailer.

“I’m sure Mr. Andrew will let me leave early, just let me grab my stuff, okay?” You reply quickly, he nods and you let go of his arm and run back into the trailer. When you push through the door Mr. Andrews is still sitting at his desk like he’s been waiting for you.

“How’s he doing?” He asks you.

“I’m not sure… Is it okay if I walk him home?” You ask Mr. Andrews, “I swear I’ll stay late tomorrow to make it up.” You add quickly.

“Of course, (Y/N),” He says quickly, “Don’t worry about it, just make sure Jughead’s okay.”

“Thanks Mr. Andrews,” You reply as you grab your jacket and backpack, “See you tomorrow.” you add as you step out the door.

“Okay, Jug, Mr. Andrews said that I can go home,” you say as you close the door and turn around only to see that Jughead as disappeared, “Jug?!” You yell, looking around frantically.

“He went that way,” You hear someone say, whipping around to see one of the guys from the crew pointing down the street.

“Thank you,” You reply quickly before breaking into a sprint.

It only took about a minute to catch up with him, you’re pretty athletic after all, but he didn’t hear you running up to him until you were already on top of him, pushing him to the ground.

“Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?” You holler at him as you crouch on top of him, pinning him to the sidewalk, your face inches away from his.

“Ow (Y/N)! When did you get so strong?” He asks, gritting his teeth as he wriggles beneath you, unable to get up.

“What the actual fuck Jughead! What is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice seething with anger, “Why would you just leave like that?”

“People are starting to look,” he says, causing you to glance behind you at the houses and realize that there are several heads poking out from behind curtains. Jughead takes your moment of distraction to turn the table and quickly flips you onto your back, pinning you down just like you pinned him down, “Not so fun? Now is it?” he says, smirking down at you.

“Jughead, my backpack,” You say, you words coming out clipped, as all of your books dig into you sharply, causing you to arch your back in pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, jumping off of you and helping you to your feet, “Are you okay?”

You shrug, not wanting him to worry about it, “Can you just walk me home?” You ask, ignoring any concern he may have, “I don’t want to give these people anything more to gossip about.”

As you walk silently to your house Jughead keeps glancing over at you nervously, “Do you really care what people in this town think about you?” He finally asks.

You shoot him a look before staring down at the ground again, “Why does it matter?”

“Because you of all people shouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do. Maybe you should too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jughead, you saw the way those people were looking at us through their windows, you you enjoy people looking at you that way?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. They don’t matter to me.”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury to not care,” You reply, trying to not sound to snippy, “I’m not aloof. I’m too self-conscious.”

“But you’re perfect,” Jughead tells you before realizing he just said that aloud, “I mean- you are, you’re smart and funny and amazing, you don’t have anything to be self-conscious about.” He quickly adds as you walk up your front steps.

“Do you have time to help me with some homework?” You ask him, trying to change the subject.

“Sure,” He replies with a shrug, “Do you have any food?” He asks as he rummages through your fridge.

“Grab whatever, I don’t think my parents are coming home tonight so could you grab some for me too,” You reply.

Jughead pulls some leftovers out before you head upstairs to your room. He flops down on your bed the moment you open the door to your room and opens up the containers. You set down your backpack and lean down to grab your homework and wince sharply as you feel more stabbing pains in your back.

“Are you okay? Is it really that bad?” Jug asks as he stands up and walks over to you.

You quickly shrug off your jacket, “I can’t really tell, I’m sure it’s nothing.” You respond quickly.

“Do you want me to look?” He asks, his face furrowed in concern.

“Um...yeah,” You respond, pulling your hair over your shoulder. You pull your sweater over your shoulders, leaving you in just a tank top, causing you to feel even more self-conscious as you turn around, “Just check here and here,” You say quickly, pointing the best that you can to where you can still feel the impression of your textbooks.

You can feel his fingers gently trail over your shoulder and your breath hitches ever so slightly, “May I…?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” You respond a little too quickly as he gently pulls the back of your tank top down a little bit so he can look.

“It looks like it pierced the skin a little bit, there’s some blood,” He tells you quietly before lifting it up the bottom of your tank top, “Same down here.”

“Thanks,” You tell him as he pulls your tank top back down, his fingers lingering slightly before you turn back around.

“I’m really sorry about that, I wasn’t even thinking and I-” He starts saying, but you’re not listening to him, you’re just looking at his lips and before you think better of it you cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

You break away quickly, “Jug, I really like-” You art telling him, trying to confess your feeling for him, but then he gets payback and cuts you off in return, pulling you close.

You finally gain up enough willpower to pull yourself away, opening your eyes and breathing heavily.

“I really like you too, (Y/N),” He tells you as he wraps his arms around you.

[sophcaro]

Destiny | WMatsui - Chapter 20

Lately, Rena had been behaving differently.

As Jurina was waiting in front of Rena’s apartment for her to open the door, those troubling thoughts submerged her mind once again. It had started more than a month ago, a little before she was reintegrated in SKE48. At first, she didn’t get alarmed by it. After her surprise visit to Rena’s apartment and the latter’s reminder that they still needed to remain cautious, they both agreed it was wiser to limit their contacts to phone calls and chats on LINE for a little while.

During this period, Rena seemed more preoccupied than usual, but Jurina didn’t think too much of it. Jurina was conscious the older girl didn’t want her to take any risk of losing a position she had barely regained in the idol group. They talked on a daily basis and, even if she missed physical interactions greatly, Jurina never doubted this phase was just temporary.

When, two weeks ago, Rena accepted that they both meet, Jurina didn’t miss how hesitant she sounded over the phone about the prospect. An observation that got confirmed when they finally were able to hold each other again after three weeks, and the older girl seemed quite… tense. Jurina had immediately questioned her about it in concern, the older Matsui confessing this whole situation was stressing her.

Jurina had done her best to reassure her that everything was going to be alright now, but nothing she said seemed to truly have any positive influence. Undoubtedly, a part of her was deeply moved that her girlfriend was caring so much about her and willing to preserve her reacquired position in SKE, but another part was confused by how badly her mood had gotten affected recently.  

Where was the girl who had embraced her tightly upon her return from Osaka, and did her best to put all her fears aside by stating with conviction that she was too precious to management, therefore they were never going to ask her to graduate? Where was the girl who had slipped many soothing words inside her ear when tears were rolling down her cheeks?

In fact, the more Jurina thought about it, the more it looked like their roles had been completely reversed. When she was the one initially pessimistic about her future and Rena the one comforting her about it, things were now the other way around. Jurina was SKE’s ace again, and her suspension already a bad memory. Confident about the future, Jurina was more than ready to move forward and put this scandal behind her. However, not the same could be said about Rena.

After more than a month, Rena was still opposed to the idea of being seen together in public. As legitimate such a reaction was following the immediate release of the pictures, Jurina believed her extreme cautiousness to make little sense, now. Mentions of the scandal were very rare, magazines and fans having visibly moved on. So why wasn’t Rena able to do the same?

Jurina lifted her gaze when she heard footsteps approaching the door, and the sound of a key turning inside the lock. The moment after, the door was opening, and Jurina took time to observe carefully the older Matsui who had just appeared. Much as she was happy to finally be able to spend this Saturday evening with her, her heart sank when she witnessed evident signs of her extreme fatigue. Indeed, her girlfriend had a strained smile on her face and circles under her eyes. This last month, she had also gotten slightly thinner.

“Come in.”

Jurina nodded and did as instructed, noticing over Rena’s shoulder that the table dinner had already been set for two. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t had time to prepare anything yet. My agent sent me a script a few days ago, and I’m supposed to give a reply on Monday.”

Jurina’s eyes flickered briefly to the opened script and the pencil laying on the coffee table, clear indication that the actress was still working on it when she rang at the door. “Don’t worry about it,” she assured, after removing her vest and placing her shoes in the entrance. “I can make dinner.”

Rena winced, shaking her head a little. “No, you already prepared dinner last time. Just give me a few more minutes, and I’ll-”

“It’s fine,” Jurina interrupted her gently. “I love cooking and you still have work to do. You can progress on it while I’m busy in the kitchen.”

Rena appeared a little reluctant about her offer as she didn’t agree immediately. Nevertheless, a smile formed on Jurina’s lips when the older girl ended up manifesting her gratitude with a ‘thank you’, her eyes following the actress who was now walking towards the living room, and taking a seat on the sofa. The moment after, she had already seized her pencil, nothing seeming truly able to distract her as she was entirely focused on the script in front of her.

   “What’s the script about?” Jurina asked in curiosity, as they were now sitting at the table and enjoying the miso soup and the instant noodles she had prepared.

It was a very simple meal but unfortunately, she didn’t have a lot of food at disposal to prepare something more elaborate. Visibly, Rena had not visited the Aeon Mall in quite a while, considering how very empty her fridge proved to be. An observation that already caught her off guard when she discovered the content of her fridge two weeks ago, and she was forced to pay a quick visit to the nearby Lawson to grab a few basic ingredients.  

“It’s a drama of 15 episodes about a pair of detectives who investigate a series of murders,” Rena explained. “I got offered one of the leading roles; the part of the female detective.”

“It looks interesting,” Jurina’s eyes lightened up in interest. “Are you planning on accepting?”

“Maybe…” Rena replied absent-mindedly. “I haven’t decided, yet.”

After that, they continued to eat in silence, a despondent sigh leaving Jurina’s lips at Rena’s lack of communication. Two weeks ago, when she had visited her, she had also not been very talkative. When questioned about it, the latter had justified herself by stating she had a lot on her mind lately. There was no doubt the actress was indeed busier with work; it had even saddened her when they only briefly managed to meet for her 20th birthday.

Tonight, after witnessing the same strange pattern, she was starting to wonder if there wasn’t more to it than she was willing to say. But why would she keep anything from her? No, Rena wasn’t the most expansive person in the world. In fact, she had always made it clear that she valued her privacy above all, as well as the importance of maintaining her secret garden.

However, there was no denying she had learned to open up a little more to others over the years. Since they were in a relationship, it was unusual for Rena not to share what was on her mind, or her problems with her. Yes, there were indeed a few occurrences when she had preferred to keep some information from her, but those cases were very rare.

“I was thinking,” Jurina spoke up, catching Rena’s attention when she extended her arm to intertwine their fingers together. “Why don’t we go to the cinema next week? It’s been a while since we’ve been on a movie date, and I-”

“No,” Rena retracted her hand immediately. “We’ve already talked about this. We can’t be seen together in public.”

The tone her girlfriend had employed rendered her momentarily speechless, finding it somewhat a little… harsh. Nevertheless, she brushed it off fast, well decided to make herself heard, and not to give up on that subject easily. “I know you wanted us to be careful, but it’s already been more than a month. People have stopped talking about the pictures. No one cares anymore.”

“My answer is still no,” Rena stood up from her chair. “Stop insisting. I won’t change my mind about this.”

Jurina stared at her in incredulity, watching her while she was bringing her empty bowls to the kitchen and placing them inside the dishwasher. Once again, she was witnessing signs of Rena’s great caution, one that she believed completely unjustified after all this time. She had really tried to understand her point of view, but after such a flat refusal – another one - she couldn’t contain her frustration any longer. “You’re being… ridiculous.”

Two small brown orbs gazed back at her instantly from the kitchen. “You’re the one being incredibly naïve. Just because people don’t talk about it, doesn’t mean they have forgotten.”

“So what?” Jurina exclaimed. “How much longer are we going to keep doing this? Weeks? Months?!”

Her question didn’t receive any reply, and Jurina looked away in guilt when she realized she had unintentionally raised her voice. Oh yes, she was starting to get really worked up by this whole very frustrating situation. Taking the necessary time to compose herself, she continued once she deemed herself much calmer. “I wish we could spend more time together, and were able to go out as we used to before. Do you understand?”

Rena took a deep breath, her eyes softening slightly when she read the despair in her girlfriend’s voice. “I know. But it’s not possible right now. It’s just not… possible.”

When Rena exited the kitchen and moved towards the living room, she hastily grabbed her hand as she walked past her. At the gesture, the older Matsui stilled at once. “I only want to be with you,” Jurina murmured. “Nothing else matters. Nothing.”

The moment after, Jurina got up on her feet and pulled her gently into her arms. She didn’t ignore the way the body stiffened against her but she refused to let go, willing to convey once again her feelings for the girl who meant the world to her. “I don’t understand your decision, but I will wait as long as it takes. I love you.”

Rena returned the embrace slowly. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Would you like to watch some TV?”

“Why not...” Jurina understood the matter was definitely over when a tentative smile plastered Rena’s tired features, and she moved towards the living room. Following her silently, she settled down on the leather sofa by her side, her fingers encountering the remote control when the older Matsui suggested her to choose a program. Jurina flipped through the channels, and her eyes lit up as she suddenly fell on the rebroadcast of a concert. When she recognized Miwa, the lead singer of the band Dreams come True, she knew in advance her girlfriend would enjoy watching it.  

Placing the remote control back on the coffee table, she scooted closer to Rena and slipped her hand inside hers, in search of the physical closeness she had deeply missed these last weeks. Somehow, she could tell the energetic music was having a relaxing effect on her, as their previous disagreement progressively fell at the back of her head, giving her the opportunity to relish Rena’s presence and those too rare but very precious moments with her.

   Airi’s mouth tugged into a pleased smile when she and Rena exited the Star Tours, one of the 3D motion simulator attractions of Tokyo Disneyland. Much as It’s a small world was definitely Rena’s all-time favorite – the attraction being unfortunately closed for renovations since the beginning of March – Airi always had a soft spot for the thrills the five-minute dynamic Star Wars attraction procured.

It was now nearing the end of the afternoon and, as the park had thankfully not been too crowded on this Saturday of late March, they had been able to visit most of the attractions they wished without making too much queue. Airi noted her friend adjusting slightly her red baseball cap over her head to protect herself from the sun, admitting the weather had been very nice today. A clear contrast with the intermittent light rain they had had these last few days. When Airi suggested to take a small break Rena agreed, and they both settled down on a nearby, unoccupied bench.

While Airi was wondering if they had time to do one last attraction before heading back to Nagoya, she couldn’t help noticing how very quiet her friend was by her side. To be honest, she could sense something was a little off with her the instant their eyes met at the train station. The smile Rena gave her as they greeted each other did little to hide her tiredness, and the illustrator grew concerned when she noticed how thinner her friend had gotten.

During the train ride, Rena hadn’t been very chatty. She had questioned her a little about her drawings and her work for Weekly Shonen Jump, but had mostly spent the time looking pensively out the window, while listening to music on her iPhone. When they arrived a while later in Tokyo, Rena didn’t seem as eager to visit the park as she would have expected. One thing was certain; Rena loved Tokyo Disneyland. Airi couldn’t possibly forget all the times she had visited it with her in the past, always amazed by Rena’s overflowing enthusiasm and the way her small brown eyes sparkled in delight.

Today, even though Rena never showed once any sign of boredom, it was obvious she wasn’t enjoying herself as much as usual. While the older Matsui was absent-mindedly watching people lining up in front of an attraction, Airi gave her a worried side-glance. Until now, she had not said anything – somehow predicting her friend would at some point share with her what was on her mind - but they had indulged in small-talk the whole day.

“Is everything... alright?” Airi didn’t like to pry, but she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. Rena was one of the people she adored the most in this world; she had so much respect and affection for her. If something was making her unhappy, then she wanted to do her best to help her. “You haven’t said much, and I can tell something is preoccupying you.”

“I’m sorry…” Rena looked down in unease. “I was really hoping spending the day here with you would clear my head, but I realize I haven’t been very good company.”

Discovering her intuition was correct and something was truly bothering her best friend, Airi was now more than decided to uncover the truth and get to the bottom of the problem. “What is wrong? Did something happen recently?”

“It’s Jurina…” Rena started, and Airi guessed by the way she was having difficulty continuing that it had to be something really important. “These last two months, things haven’t been going so well between us.”

Airi didn’t say anything, taking time to process the revelation. Yes, she was well aware that the pictures had come as a real shock to both Matsui, and that the younger one had been very affected by her suspension from the group. However, if there was one thing she observed during a phone call she had with Rena a little before Jurina’s reinstatement was announced, is that she refused to let herself get discouraged. Everything had returned back to order. So what could possibly be the issue?

“Why?” Airi frowned a little, before wondering if it couldn’t be related to the Bunshun article. “Are you still worried about the pictures?”

“How could I not?” Rena stressed. “Jurina is convinced it’s all over and we can go on with our lives as if nothing happened, but that’s not true.”

“Well…” Airi started. “From what Churi told me, SKE is doing better. Jurina regained her center position without difficulty; fans and members don’t mention the pictures anymore. The group is recovering. Isn’t it a good thing?”

“I know the group’s situation is improving,” Rena conceded willingly. “And I couldn’t be happier about it. But two months ago, a paparazzi took compromising pictures of us and it endangered both our careers. If SKE didn’t rely so much on Jurina, she probably wouldn’t be a member of the group as we speak.”

“You think they may still be targeting you?” Airi widened her eyes in realization. “Is that what you’re afraid of?”

“I think…. I think they were clever enough to find our weak spot,” Rena swallowed, clutching at the blue fabric of her pants. “They would be very stupid not to exploit it if the occasion presented itself again.”

“I understand your point of view. I really do, but…” Airi trailed off in hesitation. “You can’t constantly be looking over your shoulder. Otherwise, it will end up affecting your mental balance, and your relationship with Jurina.”

“It’s already happening…” Rena let out in a small strangled laugh. “Jurina wants to reduce the distance between us, when I’m only trying to protect her. She doesn’t understand that, just because she was lucky to get away with it once, the risk is still real.”

“Rena…” Airi reached for her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze when she felt fingers trembling slightly inside hers. “What happened to you was horrible, but… you have no other choice but to forget about it and move on.”

“Oh, Airin…” Tears welled up in Rena’s eyes, her voice a little shaky when she turned to face her. “You have no idea how much I wish I could do that. That I would just wake up one morning, and realize this was in fact just a terrible nightmare.”

“R-Rena,” Airi couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Hastily, she replayed their conversation in her head; searching for an element that could explain the escalation in her friend’s emotions and her sudden distress. When she desperately remained clueless, a little voice inside her head emerged. She had to be missing an important piece of the puzzle. “What is happening? What are you not telling me?”

“Jurina is very attached to SKE. She isn’t planning on graduating until a few more years,” Rena stammered. “I love her. These last two years, she has been my strength and my happiness. That’s why I have to make sure her wish is granted.”

“Please stop torturing yourself,” Airi begged, wiping her tears carefully one after another. “You immediately came back from Osaka to stay by Jurina’s side; you comforted her when she needed it the most. You made sure she never lost hope when her future was uncertain. There’s nothing more you can do for her.”

Airi didn’t know what to make of it when Rena suddenly looked intently into her eyes, almost as if her statement had triggered something within her. “Yes, there is.”

Airi stared at her in bewilderment, trying to figure out what she meant by those last enigmatic words. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to question her any further that Rena was now standing up, brushing away the last remnants of her grief. “Rena?”

“Do you mind if we go back to Nagoya?” Rena murmured, giving her a small, pleading look when she turned towards her direction.

“Of course not…” Airi slowly joined her side, following her as they quietly walked towards the exit. For a little while, she considered broaching the subject again – sensing the older Matsui had not told her everything yet – before refraining herself. It had already been very painful to witness her friend’s tears; she didn’t want to take the risk of provoking new ones with her obstinacy.

If there was one thing Airi knew for certain, it was how profoundly her best friend loved SKE’s ace. For the first time in her life, Rena’s heart was beating for someone. Inexperienced in matters of love, she had inevitably made a few mistakes along the way. Their relationship hadn’t been perfect; they had experienced a few difficulties. Difficulties they always managed to overcome successfully.

That’s why, no matter the problems Rena and Jurina may encounter, Airi had no doubt they would always find a way back to each other.

[outlawbarbiex]

I used to do these fuckin’ things constantly. Let’s kill some time while my laundry is drying. :P

What’s your favourite cereal? I’m not a huge cereal person, but my favorite would probably be frosted shredded wheat.

Is there a bus stop near your house? Yeah, I’m sure.

Do you prefer red wine or white wine? Red.

What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there? Probably Nashville’s airport. I think I was there when I went to visit Tiffany in Orlando a few years ago.

Who do you live with? I recently moved in with my boyfriend and his mom.

Do you read reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? Yeah, sometimes. A good friend of mine got me on it a year or so ago. My favorite sub is probably Let’s Not Meet.

Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? Yes, actually. I ended a seven-year relationship about a month ago.

What’s the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside? It’s cloudy and sprinkling, but still feels rather nice.

Do you know anyone who’s had a baby recently? Not that I can think of.

Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down? No.

What does your last text message say and who is it from? Tiffany said, “Ironically looked at his twitter yesterday and he had in his bio ‘don’t cry at my funeral’ or some Shit. I was like uhh 0.0 I’m hurting for her :/ I kno she loved him.”

Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film? No, I can’t. I’m not even sure I could pick just one favorite.

When was the last time you ate marshmallows? It’s been a long time. I’m not a fan.

Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them? No.

How old will you be in the year 2030? 38. Ew.

How often does the kettle in your house get used? I’ve never seen them use a kettle.

Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from? Hahaha. I have some bruises and hickeys. 😉

What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on? Fuckin’ bills and groceries. Other than that, probably makeup.

Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions? I like both.

What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy? Quilted Northern.

If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptable dressed? For sitting at home, yeah. I’m in a tank top and pajama shorts, as always

Why did you leave your last job? I moved back to Nashville.

What colour were the last socks you wore? Black.

Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? Once, but I went back and paid the following day.

What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? Darrell trying to act like he was pissy with me.

What’s your favourite scent of air freshener? Um, I’m not sure if I really have a favorite.

How many weddings have you ever been to? Five or so.

Do you know anyone named Nora? No.

Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? I could use a mani-pedi. The polish is chipping off pretty badly, especially on my fingernails. I’m awful at painting them.

When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? I’m not sure, which means it’s been far too long. I love board games.

How old were you when you first became sexually active?  15.

Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other type of alcohol? I think so.

Do you own a record player and/or vinyls? No. I had a few vinyls, but I left them with my ex.

When was the last time you went out for drinks? A couple of weeks ago, I think. I typically drink at home.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

What’s your favourite kind of smoothie? Blueberry or mango.

Have you taken out the trash today? Not today.

How often do you wear make-up? I’ve gotten so into makeup over the past six months or so, but I’ve been slacking lately with everything else that’s been going on. I wore a bit yesterday, though.

What’s your opinion on The Simpsons? I’ve never watched a full episode.

Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes? Vertical.

What’s your favourite brand of deodorant/antiperspirant? Secret.

Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce? Yes.

If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving? No, I have my own car.

Have you ever done a juice cleanse? No.

Do you have any friends who you can’t decide if they’re attractive or not? No.

Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a clean out? It’s pretty clean.

When was the last time you washed the dishes? A few days ago.

Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis? No.

Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in? Yes.

What’s the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache? Take Ibuprofen and drink caffeine.

Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you? No. Our apartment faces the back of the complex away from the road.

Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese? No.

Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers? Yes, my mom more than my dad.

When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What colour was it? Thursday when I went to work. It’s all black, at least until I get my blue shirts instead.

Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size? Yes.

Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version? Yes, I have Fallout Monopoly.

What was the last thing you said out loud? “Okay, have fun.”

You have to choose one: cats or dogs? Cats.

Would someone being either a cat or dog person effect you dating them? No.

How do you travel to and from work? I drive or carpool with my boyfriend.

Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? Card. I hardly ever have cash.

Have you ever been to a stadium concert? Yes.

What’s your favourite flavour of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? Mello Yello.

What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? I typically keep it as low as it will go, but it automatically adjusts to the lighting.

Have you ever attended a religious or private school?  No.

Do you have any pets and are they cuddly? I left my cat with my ex.

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?  Fucking Captain D’s. I took the first job I could find when I was taking care of my mom after her surgery. It was the most miserable four months of my life.

How many cars does your household own?  All three of us have our own cars.

Do you know anyone named Edward or any nickname of that? Yeah, my brother-in-law.

What time do you usually have dinner?  I think we typically end up eating between 6-7 PM, but it varies.

Are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone?  Probably. My case is busted.

What’s your favourite meat? Steak.

Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time?  I don’t wear glasses, though lately I’ve been thinking I could use them while driving at night.

How did you celebrate your last New Years Eve?  Man, I don’t even remember at this point. I don’t think I did much of anything.

Is the internet fast where you live?  Yes.

What is your favourite meal of the day and why?  I love breakfast foods, though lately I haven’t been eating breakfast most days.

Do you like long surveys or short surveys better?  Either are fine. I used to do these things constantly.

Xbox, PlayStation or neither? PlayStation.

Have you ever been to a cocktail bar? Yes.

Do you consider yourself a fast typer? Yes.

What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited?  I’ve only ever been to Beech Bend.

Do you keep the cabinets in your kitchen and bathroom organized? Yes.

Have you ever had a romantic fling?  Yes.

Are you a very forgetful person?  Sometimes, though it’s not as bad as it used to be since I’ve stopped smoking pot.

What was the last movie you saw in the cinema?  Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.

What colour is your shampoo?  It’s like… silvery gray.

Are you doing anything tomorrow?  Yes. I need to go to the old apartment and get the last load of my things, take my ex a couple of things, grocery shop, etc.

Do you know anyone who’s gotten pregnant over the age of 40? Not that I know of.

Who does most of the grocery shopping in your home? My boyfriend’s mom, though I went with her last week and probably will this week, too.

Are you listening to music right now?  Yes. Wish U the Best by Blackbear.

What was the last thing you had to eat? An oreo cheesecake blizzard from Dairy Queen.Bottom of Form

What would you say is the worst part of high school, period?  Probably the cliques.

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow?  Red.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you?  36. I suppose that’s not too old.

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Probably.

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows?  Yes.

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality?  I don’t know or care. I’m not a fan of “reality” television.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now?  They’re at my old apartment.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly?  I think the closest one is probably Rivergate.

Do you like drawing smiley faces or do you think they’re overrated?  Uh, they’re fine.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone?  My nephews, I guess.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children?  I typically don’t mind.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Yes, but they don’t annoy me.

Do you hardly ever remember where you put things at?  No.

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when?  I don’t know.

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting?  Unfortunately, no. I was actually talking to Betty about this a couple nights ago.

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like?  I bought some plain black crew socks from Walmart a few weeks ago.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because?  It’s been a while.

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends?  I’ve been going to bed about midnight every night for past few weeks.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? Probably.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other?  Yes, though it’s been a couple of weeks. I got him to watch Orange is the New Black with me before the next season so we’ve been grinding those out.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen. It’s smoother and lasts longer.

Do you like candy bars? Are you trying to slack off of them?  They’re okay. I don’t eat a lot of candy.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all?  I don’t know or care.

What color skin does the last person you danced with have?  White.

What is your favorite number? Is it significant with your life?  My favorite number has always been three, though I’m not entirely sure why.

Does anyone ever constantly act like a pervert around you?  Hahahahaha, something like that.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time?  No.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades?  Yes.

What is the worst name a friend has ever called you? Do you remember?  I don’t remember, but they’re probably not that great of a friend if they’re seriously calling me names.

The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway?  Umm, probably a farm I went to as a kid, I guess.

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I’m going to finish this, smoke a cigarette, get my clothes out of the dryer, put them away, and take a shower.

Do you like showers or baths better? Why did you choose your choice?  I prefer showers. They make me feel more clean than baths do and hot water is a must.

Do you have a religion? Is it the same as your best friend’s?  I’m not religious, no. I’m more spiritual, as is my best friend.

Are you a controversial person? Do your views oppose other’s?  I have some views that differ from people I know, yes.

Have you ever thrown a surprise party for someone? Who for?  Not that I recall.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place?  I work. I’ve never been fired.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth?  Sometimes.

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard?  I have no clue. I can type pretty quickly, though. I’ve been using computers for as long as I can remember.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this?  I always dreaded math classes because it didn’t come naturally to me like English did.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I tap them.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly?  When I was younger, I wanted to be a singer or a drummer in a band.

Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one?  I don’t know if I really have one.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly?  I don’t think so. I’m not very close with my extended family.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house?  A few nights ago before I actually moved in.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean?  No.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house?  No.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this?  I have no idea.

Do you like fiction or non-fiction books more? What’s your favorite?  I tend to prefer non-fiction. The Harry Potter series will always be my favorite.

Do you constantly have to be told to shut up? By who?  No.

Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly?  No, but I’ve probably had alcohol poisoning before.

Have you ever wanted to change your skin color because you’re not satisfied?  No.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it?  Yes. I used to be pretty damn good when I played all the time, but I’m sure I’m rusty now.

Do you treat others as you’d like to be treated? Have you always?  I try to.

Were you a really mean kid or a sweet and quiet kid?  Both at different points of my life.

Have you ever been beaten up by someone before?  No.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot?  No.