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[fiberc]

get watered idiot

[agonyaster]

mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant. 

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use��any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in. 

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket. 

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried. 

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess. 

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up. 

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie. 

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns. 

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned. 

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end. 

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months. 

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch. 

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room. 

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week. 

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest. 

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

[words-for-holland]

Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

[anonymous-southern-armadillo]

Filip "Chibs" Telford x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: none other then language. And possible grammar.

Buzzing, Loud laughter echoing off the walls, some rock songs playing quietly in the background were the only things filling your ears as you sat on the stool with the elastic blue gloves on. The tat gun buzzing as you finish up the pinup girl tattoo tigs requested. 

You knew the sons quite well, Ever since opening up your tattoo shop months ago in charming they seemed to always hang around it for two things only. The discount on new ink, And you. You were damn good with a needle and ink, Your artwork breathtaking, Almost the best in charming. Happy would be relieved of tat duty if you kept blowing their minds with your work, Something they often joked about to irk him, And today was one of those days. 

“Damn girl, You know what the fuck you’re doing don’t ya?” Clay praised you whenever he peeked over Tigs shoulder to look at the fresh ink on his calf you just finished. 

“No shit, i didn’t come here for ink but im starting to change my mind” Jax walks over to where tigs laid on the chair, Admiring your work. 

You let out a small laugh and shake your head at the blonde, “Then what did you come here for?” You mused while wiping away the excess ink so tigs can move and let someone else get a new tattoo.  

Tigs chuckles at the bare breast on his new pinup girl tat, Showing the boys with excitement. Jax sits down and takes his shirt off, A beautiful sight indeed but no matter how hard these biker boys flirt with you, Only one caught your eye. Smiling at the mere thought of the certain biker, It was jax’ next words that tore your mind away from him. “Well I came here to see you of course angel” He winks with a smirk, One you rolled your eyes at. 

“You can’t flirt with her lad, Yer a taken man” Chibs buts in with a grin, Just the sound of his voice makes your heart leap. “Besides, She deserves to know wha’ it's like bein’ with a real man” The Scotsman fixated his stunning brown eye’s on you, Grin showing his cute dimples you adored. Oh how you’d give anything to just give in to the desire to be with him, Have the privilege of being his, Him yours. But you knew that all the boys enjoyed the company of women, You feared that if you let yourself love him, He’d break your heart. 

“That’s why she should hang out with me after work” Juice crossed his arms and wiggles his eyebrows at you, Chibs rolling his eye’s at the man.

“Alright boys stop distracting her, She’s gotta focus on the job at hand” Jax said, soon telling you he wanted tara’ name across his heart, Something they both agreed on getting. You smile and get to work after preparing everything. The boys teasing one another about who you should consider hooking up with. Everyone was talking about the topic except for chibs, Who remained silent throughout the time you worked on Jax. 

After you finished and the blonde man seemed pleased, They prepared to leave since tigs and jax only wanted fresh ink. You watched as they pulled on their leather jackets but found a boost of confidence. Standing up you grab the tub of henna and start preparing your tat gun and the dye. “Hey chibs, Come sit down for a moment please” You spoke up, Grasping their attention. 

Confused, Chibs walks over to the chair and sits down. Watching you prepare the gun causes even more confusion. “What do ye think you’re doin’ lass?” He asked with a quirked brow. You only smile to yourself as the tat gun buzzes. 

“Can you handle getting henna on the top of you’re hand big boy?” your words made the others chuckle and snicker amongst themselves. 

“I could get shot in the leg and not even notice it sweetheart” Chibs prides himself on his high pain tolerance. “What the hell you doin’ anyway?” You ignored him, almost giggling when His hand twitched when you grab it and wipe it down with an alcohol wipe, Soon bringing the needle down on the soft flesh of the top of his hand. He watched with an intrigued expression. His brothers all mirroring his look. Once your done, You admire your handy work and put everything away. Chibs looking over the fresh ink with a wide grin. 

“Henna isn’t permanent, It fades away in like, 2 weeks, maybe 4?” You tell him as he stands up and admires his new treasure. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, Smiling up at him. “You don’t have to do anything with it, But i wanted you to know that you are the only one who i want” You spoke in a hushed tone, So only he could hear the words meant for him and him alone. Chibs grins and places his newly tattooed hand over yours, His thumb rubbing over your knuckles. 

“I’d be ignorant if i let this fade without doin’ anthin’ with it” He told you and lifts your hand up to his lips, Placing a kiss into your palm before walking back over to the boys, Who all stared at him with confusion by the moment you and him shared. 

Once outside, Chibs hops on his bike that is parked beside the others. The boys all asked him the same question at once. But clay spoke louder over them all. “C’mon show us what she doodled on you’re hand” Clay smiles while placing his sunglasses on. 

Chibs looks around the boys before looking down at the henna. The numbers staining his hand proudly. He never expected you  would choose him out of the rest, But here he sat with your phone number on his hand feeling like he was on top of the world. Slipping his gloves on, Chibs shakes his head no. “Aye, wouldn' want you lot seeing somethin’ meant for my eye’s only” he laughs when they all groan in frustration at him. But he knew that if they saw your number, they'd all be calling you. So he kept his henna hidden and couldn’t wait for the end of the day whenever he’d call you.

[winwinnns]

an act f a (kinda)

this was supposed to be enemies to lovers but i got carried away with yn in denial lol

a loud laugh ripped through the quiet mumble of the library. startled, you turned to see where the sound came from. you narrowed your eyes. na jaemin and his friends were sitting at a table behind you. you hated him with a burning passion. he was so loud all the time. one time you were paired with him for a project, and he didn’t do any of the work. he bothered you while you worked, and he still got credit.

you lock eyes. you stare him down, not wanting to be the one to break away. he says something to his friends and stands, maintaining eye contact. he walks to your table. you twist back around as he stops right next to you.

“what?”

he laughs at your harsh tone.

“no need to be rude princess,”

god you hated it when he called you that. you loved the pet name, but didn’t exactly like when it fell from his lips.

“you were the one looking at me after all”

he leans in closer to you.

“see anything you liked?”

you wanted to fight the part of you that melted at his voice. you’d never admit it, but you liked when he teased you. it made you squirmy, and he seemed to notice. you shifted in your seat.

“yeah right. i just looked in the direction of the noise.”

he leans in even closer. you wanted to pull away, you really did, you swore it. but you stayed in place, noses almost touching.

“mhm. right.”

you push him away.

“fuck off jaemin”

he laughs and distances from you.

“when are you gonna stop playing hard to get?”

playing hard to get? what was he talking about. you hated him. well, kind of. you didn’t hate how he laughed, you didn’t hate his voice at all, you kind of liked his face. no. you hate him, you decided.

he smirked at you before walking back to his table. it stirred something deep down inside you, and you hated that.

the next time you saw him, you were the class you had with him. he didn’t usually show up, but today he did. he sat right next to you. he smelled good, that pissed you off. you professor droned on. you were zoning out, focusing on the doodle you were drawing on your notebook.

“y/n” jaemin whispered

you ignored him.

“y/n”

he poked your arm. you rolled your eyes and looked at him.

“yes?”

he smiles mischievously.

“hi”

you punched him in the arm. not too hard, but not soft either.

“ow!”

“shut up and pay attention.”

“you’re one to talk.” he smirked.

“at least i know what’s going on.”

he sighs and rubs his arm.

“well that’s cause you’re smart, not because you’re paying attention.”

you dropped your pencil and tried to assess what just happened. he complimented you. your face flushed and you hid it, making sure he wouldn’t see you. you hated this. why did a compliment, that wasn’t even heartfelt, make you an embarrassed mess? you knew why. the answer lived in the back of your mind. you shook your head.

“thanks i guess.”

he smiled again, but turned forward towards the professor.

after that, you saw him another time. you were at a small party with your new friend, sowon. she was nice to have invited you, despite not knowing you very well. you were having a good time talking with new people.

suddenly, loud laughter entered the room. it sounded awfully familiar. you looked up and your stomach dropped. it was jaemin.

suddenly you regretted coming. sowon said she was inviting a few people. what you didn’t know was friends jaemin and his group.

“you’re friends with them?” you ask her.

you didn’t know much about her. but you didn’t think she’d be friends with the rowdiest group of guys on campus.

“yeah, me and haechan go way back!”

she smiles at you. you smiled back, but inside you were pissed. you didn’t want to see him. not in class, not out of class.

that wasn’t true, you were actually kind of excited to see him, but you’d never confront those feelings, you pushed them down like everything else you felt regarding jaemin.

you looked for him, just to make sure you weren’t near him, you convinced yourself.

you found his eyes and he smirked, then winked at you. you cursed the butterflies in your stomach. you tear your eyes away and go to the bathroom. you face felt hot.

you splashed your face with cold water. you looked at yourself in the mirror. you hate him. you’ve needed to remind yourself more often recently. his words stick in your mind for the whole day. his teasing tone bouncing around your brain.

when you opened he door to leave. he was leaning on the wall in across from it. his brought his eyes up from the floor to look at you.

“what are you doing” you ask him.

he smiles.

“waiting for you.”

you contorted your face.

“ew. why?”

he pouted.

“because i wanna talk to you princess.”

you melted just a little bit before regaining your composure. you wanted him to leave. you didn’t want to talk to him.

“what makes you think i want to talk to you?”

he smirks.

“because when i winked at you you got all embarrassed.”

he got up from the wall and stood close to you. you titled your head up to look at him. your body was screaming at him to touch it. you chose to ignore that.

“i know you like me y/n, stop fighting it”

your eyes widened. what? you don’t like him. you hate him. right? no. you hate him you were sure.

“yeah okay jaemin.”

you push him away walk out of the hallway. he follows you to the living room. you stop in your tracks. sowon was friends with everyone you hated apparently, because your ex was standing right next to her.

jaemin leans his head over your shoulder.

“why’d you stop?”

they were flirting. you scoffed. that’s how you found him at every party you went to while you were dating. he was always with another girl. you hated jaemin but man, he really takes the hate cake. (ALPH INTERRUPTION: HATE CAKE WHAT? IM KEEPING IT FUCK IT) suddenly, an idea formed in your head. you’d have to ask jaemin to do something.... interesting.

“jaemin.”

“yes princess.”

“pretend to be my boyfriend.”

you could feel his smirk. before he could say anything snarky you turned to face him.

“don’t get your hopes up. i need to get back at someone.”

he sighed and leaned into your neck, breath fanning over the skin. the closeness of his lips to your body lit your skin on fire.

“don’t worry princess, we’ll show them.”

“who are we avoiding?”

“the guy next to sowon. don’t stare too long.”

he chuckled.

“i know that.”

he pulled away from your neck to look at him. he cupped your cheek with his hand. you panicked, widening your eyes. he giggled.

“relax princess. i’m just playing my role.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“it has to be convincing right?”

you were stunned. you couldn’t move at all. na jaemin just fucking kissed you. on your face. and you liked it???!!! you felt like you were losing your mind.

he brought you back into the hallway. he pushed your hips into the wall. your heart sped up.

“do you just want to leave? we can go somewhere.”

you thought about all the times you’ve pushed down your feelings for jaemin. all the times he made your stomach flutter. how his voice made you melt. how attracted you actually were to him. why did you start hating him anyways?

“yeah. let’s go.”

did you ever actually hate him? or was it just a front. you didn’t know. you couldn’t make any other decisions right now with his hands on your hips.

he pulled away from you and took your hand. you look down at your interlocked fingers.

“what? we’re gonna walk right past him.”

you look up at jaemin, a contagious smile on his face. you couldn’t help but crack a small smile. you led him to the door, trying not to look at your ex on the way out.

you don’t know if he saw you, you don’t really care. jaemin was holding your hand. you hated how safe it made you feel.

na jaemin, your self sworn enemy, was walking you to his car. you would’ve never seen yourself in this situation.

“where do you wanna go baby?”

the butterflies in your stomach went ballistic. you tried to keep your breaths even.

“baby? jaemin you don’t have to pretend anymore.”

he smiled. eyes glued to the road.

“let me enjoy it. i’ve gotten to see so many things today.”

“like what?”

“like how much you really like me.”

fuck he noticed. how? you were just coming to terms with it in your mind how did he pick up on it. you hid your face in your hands.

“i don’t like you. i actually hate your guts.”

“mhm... right.”

he put his hand on your thigh, rubbing softly.

“is this okay?”

you tensed up. his hand felt so warm. you liked it. you liked him. you gulped.

“mhm”

his hand was on the middle of your thigh. you thought about it going higher and higher until- no. you cut yourself off. no definitely not.

he glanced at you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“you’re tense.”

he started to pull his hand away but you grabbed his wrist and but it back on your thigh. jaemin giggled.

“okay princess.”

you pulled through the drive through of the fast food restaurant, jaemins hand glued to your thigh. when you got your food, he looked for a place to park.

you were halfway done with you sandwich before he speaks.

“why do you pretend to hate me princess?”

you nearly choke on your food.

“what?”

he takes a sip of his drink.

“you know, how you pretend i don’t effect you and how you ‘don’t like me’. why?”

“hm. i don’t really know. i don’t even know how it started.”

he smirks.

“so you don’t hate me”

you rolled your eyes, a sudden feeling of boldness washing over you.

“no. i actually have a crush on you.”

your entire body flushed as soon as the words came out of your mouth. you couldn’t believe yourself. you for sure thought you hated him, how could you have a crush on him.

“i know baby.”

your head spun. he knows?? baby?? you took a big bite of your food to distract yourself.

he chuckles. he brings his thumb up to the corner of your mouth. your eyes widened.

“so messy.” he teases.

you thought about other times he’d call you messy, all of them being far too inappropriate to you.

“shut up jaemin.”

he chuckles.

“don’t tell me what to do princess.” his voice was light, but his eyes weren’t. he looked at you challengingly. he wanted you to take the bait. to play with him.

“don’t call me princess then.”

you didn’t actually want him to stop. you’ve grown to like how it sounds coming from his mouth.

“what if i do?”

“then i’ll-“

you didn’t know what to say next, mind blanking

“you’ll what? kiss me?”

“yeah. i fucking will.”

you saw the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. he liked this. he liked fake fighting with you. it excited him.

“do it then.”

you flushed and looked away. you couldn’t kiss him. no way you’d kiss na jaemin.

“aw is princess scared?” he taunted.

that was it. you leaned over the arm of the seat and kissed him. it only lasted a couple seconds. when you pulled away he just stared at you.

“what?”

he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a harder kiss. this one full of passion. you liked him. you accepted it. you were tired of pretending you didn’t. what was the point of that anyways? you weren’t fooling anybody.

you sighed and pulled away.

“what’s wrong princess?”

you rolled your eyes and sat back down in your seat.

“don’t kiss me like that i’ll get addicted.”

he laughed loudly. you didn’t hate it this time. he shifted in his seat so his torso was facing you.

“wanna come over?”

he wiggles his eyebrows. you laughed. he looked cute.

“hmmm what’s in it for me.”

“more kisses? plus you can wear my clothes.”

you sighed. “i guess i’ll come over.”

you looked at each other before busting out in laughter.

“of course i’ll come over jaemin.”

“hey.” he pouted.

“call me something else.”

“like what.” you teased.

“i don’t know, baby, honey, you could always call me daddy.”

you bursted in another fit of laughter.

“you? daddy?”

you catch your breath. looking at him again. he was pouting again.

“yeah” he frowned dramatically.

“okay sure ‘daddy’”

he slapped your thigh. you yelped.

“don’t make fun of me princess.”

you drove for 15 minutes before arriving at his house. you took off your shoes and we went to his bedroom to get clothes for you.

“bathrooms there, hurry up.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. when you came out you smelled like him. you loved it. you all but skipped to his couch, sitting next to him. he pulls you into his lap. you shared a sweet kiss that made you feel so warm inside.

“jaemin. what are we?”

he thought for a moment.

“anything you want us to be princess.”

you smiled at him before laying your head down on his shoulder.

you never hated na jaemin, you decided.

it was all an act.

[descendantofthesparrow]

2 part Commission Work - Harry Hook x Reader - part 2 - the masked princess

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=

You sat sluggishly at your desk, the weekend had been harsh, your sister barging into your room constantly to rant about…well about you, but she didn’t know that.

And now apparently, Harry Hook was on the look for the masked girl who had run off before the reveal. And it hurt to hear your sister spit insults about you.

You thought Audrey had gotten better, but she still had work to do.

You stiffened as harry sat next to you, doing your best to not look at him, in fear of blushing heavily or blurting out the truth.

you wished you could tell him, but you were scared he wouldn’t like the girl under the mask and avoid you like everyone else did.

“good morning class! Today, we are going to start on a team project!” the class, including you groaned. “now, now it’s a simple research paper, im sure you can handle that, now I will be assigning you groups because SOME of you- “ the teacher eyed the students, who shrunk in their seats “like to exclude others so!”

The teacher took out the attendance sheet and went down the list, marking off as she grouped teams of two and three.

You looked to harry in the corner of your eye, he was just doodling on the edge of his paper. and as you looked closer, you saw your mask from the ball, on top of your hidden face.

‘hes drawing…me?’ you thought, feeling heat creep up your cheeks.

“mister hook and miss (whatever last name), you two will be partners” you jumped, yelping out as you hit your knee on the desk.

The class turned to you, laughter in their eyes, you blushed and looked away. You didn’t see harry glare back and knock his fist harshly against his desk, the class flinched and turned back to the front.

You zoned out the rest of the class, your foot tapping on the ground constantly.

Someone poked your shoulder, making you squeak and turn to them. “uh-uh hi?” Harry chuckled and gave you a soft smile and an eyebrow raise.

“hi luve, im harry, Harry Hook, and yeh are?” he held out his hand, you gently grasped it, mind flashing back to when he kissed the back of your hand.

You shook hands, a blush clear on your face “im-im (y/n)” harry nodded, releasing your hand and leaning back in his chair.

“I've seen yeh before, but I don’t know where?” you sighed, shoulders slagging down.

“im-im audreys little sister” harry nodded slowly, then shook his head.

“no I think I've seen yeh somewhere else…” you froze, hands clenched in your lap.  He snapped his fingers and pointed at you “oh, at the engagement party!” you breathed a sigh of relief, then paused.

“wait, I was only there for like- five minutes, and then I left?” Harry shrugged.

“im good at remembering faces” he laughed, it was odd, just like the night of the ball, you had become easily comfortable with him.

“well, I kinda zoned out on the topic?” you gave a vague gesture to him, he snorted and shook his head.

“no specific topic, we just gotta research somethin’” you hummed and tapped your desk.

“how bout…pirates? Since that would be something we're both interested in?” Harry sat up straight and looked at you surprised.

“yer interested in pirates?” you nodded eagerly and tapped your hands on your thighs.

“yeah! When I was a kid I would sneak off to the library and look for stories and books with pirates in them, my dad and grandparents didn’t really like it but my mom always encouraged me to keep learning, no matter what topic it was- sorry im rambling”

You shyly ended, rubbing the back of your neck, harry frowned, reaching out and cupping your cheek "someones told yeh that yeh talk too much, who?”

Oyu paused, looking at his wrist “u-uh-aud-aud-“ Harry let out a low sigh.

“yer sister, she's a nasty one, any tips ta get ‘er ta leave me alone?” you blinked surprised, leaning away from his hand.

“you-you want her to leave you alone?” harry swallowed harshly and rubbed his arm.

“she- shes not really…personally aware? And she makes me uncomfortable and its obvious that she only likes my face n crap”

You locked your jaw and furrowed your brows “and here I thought she learned from ben, ill see what I can do”

Harry softly smiled and nodded “thanks lass” the bell finally rang, the teacher calling the end of the team quite time and dismissing the class.

“the paper is due next month on the second! Have a good rest of your day!”

You stood from your desk, stuffing all your books and notes in your bag.

“So lass, well meet up at lunch alright?” you whipped around to look at Harry, who was smiling at you. “is tha’ okay” he frowned slightly, realizing he might have made you uncomfortable.

“no, no! it's okay, just didn’t expect that….no one usually willingly hangs out with me after…audreys stunt” harry looked offended and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“well, im changing that today, yer gonna met meh friends uma n gil alright? You’ll love em, after all” he grinned down at you “we’re pirates” he teased.

You blushed and looked away, though you didn’t remove his arm.

“Hey by the way” you looked back at him “do yeh know that masked girl from the masquerade ball? The one that was in that blue ombre dress?” you slowly shook your head.

“no, i-I didn’t go” Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Alright…”

You did your best to ignore his face and the tone of his voice.

=

Well…uma knew who you were, she had immediately reconsigned your voice and had pulled you into a corner and told you.

She didn’t tell Harry thankfully or force you to tell him, she took one look at you and knew you were scared of what would happen.

So she left that alone and became a friend.

So as the date of the research paper drew closer, you and harry were around each other more often than not. And honestly? Even if you didn’t like him all to hell and back you would have been very happy to have a friend like him.

He had legit swore at a group of kids who were whispering about you and trying to tell him to avoid you.

You were invited to crew nights at Umas dorm, eating breakfast lunch and dinner with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

You were finally breaking out of your little shell, and beginning to not care about what all the other students thought.

You still couldn’t bear the thought of telling harry you were the masked girl, you knew he would be disappointed.

Though one day, when you had to study for the paper in your private dorm room because of the rain outside and the library being closed.

Harry was bored and starting doing….Harry things and poking around your room as he waited for you to return with the books you left in your locker.

As he looked under your bed, his eyes locked with a large blue box. He tilted his head, and pulled it out, sitting back on his heels and slowly opening the box.

His breath stopped as his eyes connected with the elegant mask of the girl from the masquerade ball.

“all this time” he muttered, gently picking it up and brushing his thumb against the nose “it was yeh”

“How did you find that” harry turned, eyes widening as he locked eyes with you.

You looked terrified, clutching the books to your chest “you weren't-I wasn’t- I didn’t!” harry stood, quickly waking over to you and grabbing the books and tossing them on your bed. then grabbing your shoulders, instructing you to breathe with him.

“Hey hey hey! Im not mad, yer fine, yer fine! Its okay, breath with me love breathe~” you grabbed his arms and tried to breathe, feeling tears burn at your eyes.

“you-you're not disappointed?” you whimpered, a look of sadness and….love? came over his face.

“disappointed? Love im happy! Who knew the girl I've been fallin’ for was the same as the girl who stole meh heart at the ball”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped “you-you- falling for?”

“aye” he lifted his hand from your shoulder, cupping your cheek and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb “im falling for yeh…my princess”

You could feel the intense blush rise to your face, so you lunged forward and buried your face in his chest. You felt his laughter rumble in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“can I kiss yeh?” he whispered, your head shot up, looking into his bright ocean blue eyes. You nodded slowly, fluttering your eyes closed as Harry leaned in.

And pressed the softest, purest kiss to your lips.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t open your eyes, “yer smiling” you heard him chuckle. You opened your eyes biting your lip.

“That was my first kiss” you whispered, harry hummed in surprise, then gave you his classic flirty grin.

“How bout I give yeh a second one?”

“yes please,” Harry leaned back in, pressing a slightly more passionate kiss to your lips, though he kept it soft as not to scare you.

It was funny when your sister walked in, about to rant once more about harry being obsessed with the masked girl, when she saw harry on top of you on your bed.

Harry just looked at her, gave her his middle finger, and resumed in his quest of giving you the best kiss of your life.

“(Y/N)!!!”

---end~---

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[oh-theatre]

Livin’ It Up: Chapter 2

Chapter title: To Build it Up and Break It Down

A/N: IMMMM BACCCCK!! Loook i know this chapter is stupid! and it sucks! But its finished and like actually here! Also!! the whole thing about Logan having no feelings and hating them is not what it reads as and im not trying to fall into that cliche!! But youll have to keep reading!!

words: 2682

summary: Patton finds himself allowing a slight detour in his plan and allows himself one night to...explore. He wont be doing that again. 

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual Moceit (Which then goes back to Logicality and Demus)

warnings: Swearing, alcohol, underage drinking, drinking, parties, kissing, throw up, slight self harm, emotional abuse

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“He kissed me!” Virgil cries, Patton kicks him softly from under the table. “He kissed me” He whispers once more, shushing his words. Apologetic glances to the people around him and Patton looks back to his friend.

“We are in the library” Patton eyes, Virgil shrugs but nods returning to his doodles he calls work. Patton finishes his work, packing up neatly each and every aspect of his belonging. Panic sets into once he realizes Pattons finished his work and is now preparing for leisurely reading whilst Virgil hadn't even begun. “Virge, I love you but if you don't hurry up or make a plan I'm leaving”

“You're going to leave anyway, you have cheer” Virgil mutters, rushing through his work. Patton sighs, he squeezes his friends hand before quickly leaving him alone. Once settled on the bus his pockets buzz gently.

“Patton!” He greets, he ruffles through some of his things as he gets off the vehicle, thanking the driver kindly. He walks into the school he had become ever so familiar with after all these years. He watched as the sports team made their way out to practice on the field and found his path into the locker rooms as he listened to yet another telemarketing call. He hated them sure, but he felt guilty hanging up. Especially when it was just spoken by a real human, so he listens, nodding along until they go through the niceties and say goodbye with awkward persistence. Finally changed and in his navy blue uniform, he approaches the field. Instantly he's greeted by his friends, giddy jumps as they babble on about whatever they can muster.  

He allows the team to get set up, run out their talk before calling attention forward. He ignores the rampant football team that plays behind them. Though they reserved the field Patton allowed them to use it for practice.

“Alright squad! Listen up!” He claps, a cheery grin and catching his pom poms from his friend Fiona, it begins

~~~

“I simply do not understand” Logan huffs, simply bundling himself tighter into his jacket. He follows a sweaty Roman out of the boys room, as he waves goodbye to his fellow teammates they make their way home. “Why must I have attended this practice?” Logan inquires

“Because you need to get out of the house, fresh air, you can't be huddled all day drinking away until your dad gets here” Roman explains, they stop at his locker on the way back through the school, the sounds of giggling call his attention but both continue with themselves.  

“My father returning is truly not the optimal circumstance” He sighs but shrugs, puling out a small bottle from his pocket he takes a swig before a disappointed Roman snatches it away from him. They swivel and resume their trail before a quick crash decides to tumble things down. “Ah apologies” Logan decides before even looking, but his eyes dart and land his eyes on the top of a bouncy and bountiful head of hair, a sweet blushed bow and when the boy looks up he meets his eyes through his round rimmed glasses.

“You going to help?” Roman whispers, nudging his friend adamantly. Logan furrows his brows. “Obviously not” Logan continues staring, they stand frozen while Patton reestablishes himself. “Sorry Pat” The cheerleader finds Romans eyes, “-On...Patton” An awkward moment before someone taps behind Patton.

“Right well, I have to go” Patton shuffles awkwardly, his deep blue uniform fitting him comfortably. Why Logan was eyeing him was a different topic. He begins to walk away but Logan decides he’s not finished, taking his arm with a quick snap as Patton pulls away “Yes?” Logan continues his scan, a smirk.

“Go out with me”

“Cute!” Patton giggles before his somber tone returns “Bye now” he rolls his eyes, Roman can’t help but snicker, clutching to the lockers as he regains his breath. Logan scowls as he watches the man walk away, he decides to abandon his friend and follow Patton.

“Why not?” He questions, skidding in front of him. Patton, though taken aback, nods. “Give me a good reason as to why you wont entertain my company for a night?” Logan pushes. Patton adjusts his glasses, putting away his folders he clears his throat.

“You want one? Ill give you about a million” Patton smiles “First off, even if i was interested I have about a million things to do. I never have a moment off and I'm not so sure I want to spend my only freetime with you” Patton admits, why did that hurt Logan.

“Awe, that hurt” Logan hides

“Moreno im not stupid, I’ve seen how you work around here” Patton scoffs, he checks his phone, quickly replying to many messages.  “You're charming! And honestly...kinda cute” Patton smirks, his small freckles dance upon his cheeks. “But i'm not a one night stand kind of guy” He shrugs

“Well, what if that's not what I want to do” Logan proposes, he pulls out his notepad scribbling done something before tearing a carefully neat crease and handing it to Patton. “You'll never know, if you don't give it a chance”

“I don't have time to give it a chance” Patton refuses the paper and decides the conversation has concluded. Logan flicks the note anyway, watching it land perfectly into his bag pocket. This satisfies him, now...to Roman.

~~~

“He asked you out?” Virgil inquires walking alongside Patton to their lockers.

“Eleven times” Patton sighs reaching his locker, he opens it up groaning at the sound of his phone. “Make that twelve” He looks to delete the message but quickly giggles. Virgil looks over his shoulder, quickly looking back as he meets Romans eyes and decides against it. “I have dance today” Patton notes, scribbling neatly in his planner, Virgil nods, squeezing his shoulder for luck as he walks away. “Tap shoes, tap shoes, tap shoes” He mutters searching through his bad waltzing into the auditorium.

“Morning Pat!” He looks up smiling as he greets the students. Walking backstage he fits his shoes on, tying his jacket around his waist.

“Alright students!” The teacher calls over the sound of the children warming up, Patton being the TA goes around checking on everyone and helping them out. He works with some students, holding them up as they work through his warm up. “Alright today's plan is partnering up and working through your partner dance!” Patton waits for everyone to partner up, going to the teacher. “Oh good, Patton, this is Logan Moreno, hes new but hes going to be your partner”

“What?” Patton turns, a smug Logan stands his hand extended and his feet ready. “Delightful” He sighs, he takes Logans hand and waits for the music. Once it begins he leads, and shockingly….Logan can dance. “Where’d you learn how to tap?”

“My mother wanted me to have a plethora of skills, so dance” He replies, spinning Patton in a quick circle. They dance around the room, Patton laughs as the routine moves, Logan feels a genuine rise in him as the smile flashes on the bright eyed boy's face. “Pretty…” He breathes

“What?” Patton wonders, they slow and close the gap between them. A slow dance as their taps echo carefully. “You're not bad” Patton  compliments, Logans never heard it sound so genuine.

“Thank you, although you're quite advanced” Logan notes.

“I've been dancing since I was two years old” Patton epxlains, cheering the class while they take a break. “Ballet’s next” He notes, changing his shoes, Logan flicks his hands away helping him tie the bows. “Thank you” Logan helps him up.

“Go out with me” Logan inquires, Patton chuckles. He hadn't realized they had begun a slow waltz around the room. The space between them closes further, Patton doesn't quite mind the proximity. A quick spin before Logan pulls the boy back in. “If you say no, Ill stop”

“I doubt that” Pattons been here long enough, he heard the horror stories. “You're charming, I won't lie, but I'm not a shop and drop kinda person” Patton fiddles with Logans hand, they seperate landing on their own squares. He begins his pirouettes, focusing on a specific spot. Logan comes behind him, taking him by the waist as he dips perfectly.

“Give me a simple chance, Sorian” Logan begs “Im being serious about this, I don't typically pursue but...there's something I want to explore” Patton finds it sweet, his breath gasping on his neck definitely trying to persuade him.

But he wasn't someone's pawn, and he certainly wasn't trial run.

“I'm not going to be your test dummy” He pulls away, why did this spark excitement in Logan. A quick twirl before they finish their dance, a slow dip before they stand face to face. A smirk from Logan. “However, there is a carnival on friday, I plan to attend...should you be there...” Patton trails off, suggestive glance. Logan nods with quite an understanding, the bell rings and through Patton's rare impulsivity he places a gentle kiss on Logans cheek before he's onto his next class.

“Ill pick you up at eight” He calls, Patton rolls his eyes.

Subtle

~~~

“Well well well, look at you all dressed up!” Virgil mocks from Patton's bed. His fingers tap violently on his console. Patton rolls his eyes playfully, brushing off his outfit. His flower printed shirt complimenting a simple pastel overalls. His legs, though exposed, were warmed by socks.

“Super cute” Patton claps “Ugh, remind me to thank Remus when he calls next” Patton requests, Virgil shoots a thumbs up focusing more on his game. He really went all out, he missed the more chaotic of the twins but alas a parents choice isn't always something he could understand.

“Virge what do you want for dinner?” Patton's dad knocks, leaning into the room. “I can whip up some mac and cheese” Virgil smiles delighted, nodding at the delicious prospect. “Peaches you look great” He moves his attention to his son, the boy giving him a thankful stare. “You be careful ok? Text me when you're on your way home” A nod confirms it and it's just the friends once more.

“Are you sure I can sleep over?” Virgil throws his console to the end of the bed, grunts as he loses. Patton laughs, turning to his friend.

“V, of course” Patton lays on the bed, his back sore from practice. “Never are you not welcome here ok?” his phone buzzes, drawing attention to his home screen. His smile sinks, his two fathers smile bright while he sits a giggling baby in the middle chewing on his dad's tie. Virgil continues playing and the quiet game noises bring Patton back.

Logan: I have arrived at your place of residence

Patton couldn't help but smirk, he really did come to pick him up.

Patton: Ill be out in a moment

Logan: Wonderful, its cold so bring a coat

Patton: Thank you channel five, weather report

“Alright gloom, I'm out, see you later” a peace sign as his farewell and Pattons out and ready.

~~~

“Where were you?” Logan blinks as he enters his apartment, setting his coat away. His father stands in the den, disappointed. When was he not? Seems like the man had finally reached home, no doubt his private jet was stalling on the roof ready to whisk him away just as soon as he lectured Logan.

“Madrid, it took longer than expected, but I picked up some spanish” Logan retorts, the amusings were not met well by his father. “At the school's carnival with a friend” He admits, a bored sigh. Everything was so straight forward with his father, nothing ever sparked Logan with excitement.

“I expect you to be home, ready to greet me and tell me of your school life when I return from a trip. Then promptly go to sleep. Not out with a…friend” He snipes. Logan groans slouching as walks, or at least attempts to walk by his father. Hes exhausted and truly wishes the elation of his night wouldn't be tarnished by his father's own wishes.

But of course when did Logan ever get to do things of free will or without the rest of the few seconds dictated and planned out

“Logan Moreno you will stop right there, you will not be going on any more outings, and tomorrow at seven am sharp you will be ready to meet with my sales team to discuss opportunities. A short lunch then you will meet with my associate planner, and from there you will spend as much time as he wants discussing what you will do once you graduate” He finishes, not a breath wasted, or energy. “Goodnight Logan” he disappears into the shadowy darkness of the house leaving a sickly feeling in his son.

Once the house settles and he hears his father locked away in his office for the night, Logan on an impulse grabs an almost empty bottle of the vodka and stuffs it into his jacket pocket before retiring to his room for a night of sickly drinking, binge watching tv until his boredom reaches a peak of exhaustion. His eyelids close and the world sinks into a void of vast expanse where his pain feels numb.

~~~

“It was actually sweet Virge” Patton swoons, stabbing at his salad for another delectable bite. Virgil gleams at his friend, the actual happiness is undeniable. “I know its stupid and I know im defintely falling into his trap but...i dont know” Patton sighs

“Maybe theres something there” Virgil proposes, watching his eyes gaze over to a confident Roman, flexing at a table a few miles away. “Maybe hes serious?”

“Guess we’ll find out” He shrugs, mid bite he stops feeling his phone buzz. He checks dropping his food quickly. “Crap! I forgot I had a council meeting” He rushes to pack his things, giving Virgil a little pat on the head much to his friends' amusement. “See you!”

Maybe Logan was messing with his mind, he couldnt remember where the meeting was being held. God, he wishes he had written it down.

“You're the president Patton” he scolds himself racing through the metal halls lined with lockers. Science room or Astrology...he paces. He decides a fifty/fifty chance won't matter, he’ll just end up in an empty classroom or late for his own meeting. He chooses the astrology door, texting rapidly at his phone with severe apologies, the door creaks open but its not an empty room. “Oh! I'm so-” He begins finding he's interrupted a couple and a rather...steamy encounter. But his embarrassment quickly fades and turns to anger.

“Mind closing the door?” Cynthia, Patton recognizes from the cheer team, requests. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Logan. He wipes at his lips turning to face Patton. The teen expects some kind of remorse, some kind of apologetic look but his eyes are glazed over. Bored with the world, devoid of emotion.

“Door...please” He basically recites. Patton takes a quick breath, a smile creeps upon his face.

“Of course, pardon the interruption” He apologizes. He may have slammed the door harder than necessary but his fuming was visible. “I will not cry, im ok” He promises, clutching deeply at his palms, feeling his nails pierce the skin.

“Patton! There you are sunshine!” Greta laughs popping her head out of the science room. “Come on! Meetings chaos without you” She beams, motioning him in.

“Coming” He mumbles weakly, one more breath and his smile returns to his face. Plastered. He puts Logan out of his mind, and begins his speech. Completely unaware of the screaming that engulfed Logan's brain. Seeing Patton shouldn't have hit him so deep, but a punch to his gut and a sickly feeling.

What was this?

As the teen walked away feeling shameful for what the planets had seen, he catches a quick glimpse of the cheerleader leading the meeting through the door.

Feelings?

Disgusting…

A genuine smile flashes across Pattons face

Do it again...

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Anon asked: hey babe! if you feel comfortable, could you please do a blurb about peter parker finding out the reader has an ED that’s she’s been trying to hide from him? i understand if you’re uncomfortable with that but i would appreciate if you could write it. i love your work, thanks for everything :)

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A/N: hi love, thanks so much for the request! and also deepest apologies because it took me so long to do it but i was quite busy recently 😖😣 anyway hope you will enjoy it and please, all of you take care of yourselves 💖

‘Let me help you’

Warnings: ANGST (mention of eating disorder/anorexia and its side effects) but fluff in the end

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“MJ, have you seen (Y/N)? There is not gonna be any food left if she doesn’t hurry” notices Ned, as he digs his fork into some mashed potatoes.

Peter turns towards the girl who absently draws lots of doodles on her notebook, her food half eaten already.

“Well we have an individual project to present in class in like two weeks, so yeah she told me she will do it during lunch time in the library” MJ replies not looking at the boys, the pen she holds quickly tracing lines here and there on the paper.

Peter frowns. It is not the first time you do that. Indeed, it has been going on for a few weeks now. Skipping lunch. Refusing snacks. Not finishing your food anymore. Peter doesn’t like it, as if something is not right. Ned catches the expression on his friend’s face, before he tries to relax the atmosphere by talking about what happened during Spanish lesson earlier.

But Peter’s mind is somewhere else. He will have to wait until afternoon classes to see you again and have a talk together.

* * * *

Gym class.

Peter and Ned already started the warm-up exercises in the middle of the sports hall. Peter is easily doing some sit-ups as Ned hold his friend’s knees into position, not amazed by his strength anymore. 

“Oh, the girls are finally here” says Ned.

Peter stops his movements, torso still in mid air as he follows Ned’s look. And that is when he sees you.

You stand next to MJ while exiting the changing rooms, hair put into a ponytail, wearing the usual blue sweatshirt given by the school and a pair of legging with black trainers. But as Peter sensed it at lunch, something was completely wrong with you. 

As you approach some other girls sitting on the rows of the gym, Peter can’t help but scans your body from where he is. The sweatshirt you wear is now completely hiding you usual features like your frame is being sucked up in it. Also the legging is almost too loose around your thighs and calves. Have your cheeks always been growing hollow?

Eventually you catch Peter’s eyes but quickly avoid them, biting your bottom lips as if hiding from him.

That’s not good.

“Um, Peter- you look weird like that, keep going before Flash makes a stupid comment” whispers Ned to his friend, knowing exactly who he was looking at.

Following Ned’s advice, Peter keeps doing sit-ups a bit faster this time, his face now showing a lot of concern. 

“I’ll talk to (Y/N) before the last lesson” grumbles Peter, mouth thiner than usual.

“Yeah, you definitely have to” encourages Ned, nodding.

* * * *

After refreshing and changing into your normal clothes, you tell MJ you need to go to your locker to take some books. Your tall friend nods before saying to join her at the little outside court.

As you walk into the empty halls, the students all out to enjoy the exceptionally good spring weather in Queens during the break, you pass a corner as you fall face to face with Peter. He is actually waiting next to your locker, his eyes already on you. The eye contact makes you slightly jumps but you still keep walking towards him as usual. 

“Hi Pete, you’re not outside with the others?” you shyly ask.

“I needed to talk to you, (Y/N). It’s important.”

You gulp. Peter’s face is indeed serious, his sharp look examining every single moves and expressions you make. Trying to act as casual as possible, you put your backpack down and open your locker, Peter not looking away from you. 

Before closing the locker, Peter holds an apple out right to your face, startling you a little. Your eyes go back and forth to your friend and the apple he offers you, not really knowing what to do.

“I- Thank you Peter, but I’m not hungry right now-”

“(Y/N), do you intentionally skip lunches and other meals?”

You froze, panic rising into your body. You look down to avoid his eyes, no word making their way out your mouth. 

You can’t say it. You didn’t want to. But in the end, Peter understood by himself.

“(Y/N), please look at me.”

This voice is soothing and at the same time, there is an ounce of sadness behind it that makes you finally turn your head to him. Your eyes then fall on the apple, still in his hand and your lips start trembling, a light sob breaking through your lips. 

And right before you break in front of him, Peter embraces you in his arms, his grip strong but still delicate to keep you against him. He now feels how much you lost weight, your current undershirt and jumper doing nothing to hide it now. You can’t contain your sobbing anymore.

“Why did you not tell me about it, (Y/N)?” Peter asks softly, engulfing your head on his chest.

“I just- I- I couldn’t, I didn’t want to worry you or-”

“For God’s sake (Y/N), you know you can tell me literally anything! And seeing you right now, depraving yourself from eating and hurt makes me feel I’m the worst friend ever...”

Peter’s voice is muffled in your hair, himself not trusting his voice either as the tears slowly make their way to his waterlines.

“You can’t get back on your feet alone, you can’t fight anorexia alone. I will help you (Y/N), little by little, but I will if you allow me. I just can’t let you get any more sick. Please...”

Your sobs finally calmed down, you raise your head to meet Peter’s glance noting his own eyes glowing. Still holding you, he brings his hand up your face to wipe your tears with his thumbs. His touch is calming and soft, you feel safe in his arms, almost unstoppable. 

“Please Peter, help me...” you ask, almost plead him in a whisper.

“Of course (Y/N)” he says while caressing your rosy cheek, “I will help you and always I will.”

You let out a relieved sigh.

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Fair (I'll Stand Here With You)

Jaskier lets himself into the apartment, loudly declaring his entrance, and fairly sure he's left the two lovebirds enough time to finish up their morning celebrations. (Which he is certain will have involved pancakes, and copious amounts of maple syrup and whipped cream.)

Thankfully for his sanity, it appears he's correct in the assumption. He hears Yennefer call him into the kitchen where she stands nursing a fresh cup of tea, hair still damp from the shower and frame dwarfed in an obviously stolen shirt. Jaskier can't see any more of her from behind the counter, but he has to imagine that's all there is to the outfit. She gives him a lazy grin and a wink as greeting

Behind her, Geralt is quietly swearing at their perpetually-broken coffee machine and mumbling about infernal machines, wearing nothing but the most colourful pair of unicorn-patterned boxers Jaskier has ever seen. He turns to greet Jaskier with his own warm boneless-seeming smile and Jaskier can't help but laugh affectionately at the pair.

"Do you two still need a bit longer? I can go for a walk around the block and come back later?" Jaskier teases, watching Yen roll her eyes and Geralt huff out a silent laugh. Geralt just pushes a steaming cup of coffee across the counter towards him, looking fond and exasperated already.  

"So, year number five, eh? I, for one, am pleasantly surprised you two haven't managed to kill each other by now." It's Geralt's turn to roll his eyes at the line, but he's well versed in Jaskier's style of affection by now.

"What are we in for this time, Jaskier? More maudlin tunes to send us to sleep?" Yennefer asks, though the fondness in her expression takes the bite from her words.

Jaskier puts a hand to his heart in mock-horror. "Yennefer, you wound me. I have it from a good source you love all my songs."

Yennefer eyes him skeptically, then turns a suspicious eye on Geralt, who is suddenly very interested in the coffee machine again.

The three of them polish off their drinks whilst catching up around the kitchen counter, and soon enough Jaskier finds himself ushering his dearest friends into the living room to sit over on the couch.

He sets himself up on their sturdy coffee table, one leg tucked under him that he knows will fall asleep before he is finished but can never bring himself to care. Yen and Geralt sit watching him with the expression of school children told to be on their best behaviour.

Jaskier pokes his tongue out them and pulls out his phone to rest on his knee with lyrics he won't need, while they settle themselves down more comfortably and naturally. Yennefer sits forward with her knees tucked under her, and Geralt lounges back against the sofa with an arm thrown around her waist.

Jaskier smiles at them fondly before clearing his throat, "Right, now don't get all judgey-judgey. I've worked hard on this and no, I will not accept criticism."

They just laugh softly and Jaskier shakes off the barest of nerves daring to threaten him. It isn't really stage fright, or anything like that, and nor does he think they would be cruel or mean about it, not really. But Jaskier really has poured his heart into the song, and it'll feel inadequate if they don't end up liking it.

"Right then." Jaskier clears his throat again and starts plucking away at his guitar.

"It's what my heart just yearns to say In ways that can't be said..."

He watches his friends' reactions as he sings the first few lines, though he soon finds himself uncharacteristically overwhelmed by the attention and he looks down sightlessly at the words on his phone screen.

There are lines that draw small sounds of amusement from the two, but mostly they're silent as they watch and listen. Jaskier's eyes drift closed as he holds each line in his mind and tries to focus on keeping his voice steady. Each time he feels his voice strain or crack he fights a wince, as strong emotion threatens to choke his voice away.

There's just something about capturing how Jaskier sees the love between the two, and offering it back to them, raw and bare and honest.

"...Oh how, oh how unreasonable How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do I'll spend my days so close to you cos if I'm stood here Then I'm stood here And I'll stand here I'll stand here with you."

He fades off into a dreadful silence and waits for a moment before looking up, hiding only a little behind a hand he cards nervously through his hair. Yennefer and Geralt are staring at him with wide, shocked eyes.

"So, it was... good?" He ventures, tension growing in his stomach. He'd expected a much more jovial response, perhaps he'd overstepped? Maybe they're just that impressed. Completely lost for words. Jaskier is confident, but not that confident.

Yen and Geralt turn to look to each other in such synchronicity that Jaskier almost laughs aloud, and they share an indecipherable look before turning back to their long-suffering friend.  

It's Yennefer who moves first. She rises from the couch to stand in front of Jaskier and gently takes the guitar from his hands. Confused, he hands it over without complaint, did she not like it? She leans the instrument against the coffee table and her hands come up to cup both sides of Jaskier's face, her expression serious, yet somehow awed.

"Is that truly how you feel?" Her voice carries the same awe as her eyes, and Jaskier swallows round a lump in his throat, unable to answer with more of a jerky nod.

Something alights in her expression and all of a sudden, her hands are sliding back into Jaskier's hair and her mouth is on his mouth and she tastes of too-sweet tea and mint toothpaste and she's kissing him.

She pulls back and it's Jaskier's turn to stare in shocked awe. His traitorous voice remains elusive and his eyes flick to Geralt who looks so astoundingly soft and fond as he also moves forward, brushing his thumb gently across Jaskier's cheekbone, before he also captures Jaskier's lips in a kiss.

It's soft, and hard, and sweet. When he pulls back Jaskier eyes flick back and forth between amber and violet, slowly losing his mind. His hands are clinging to the fabric of his jeans, knuckles white, and he's sure he doesn't even have the leg he's sitting on anymore. "Hm." Jaskier finally manages.

"That's my line," Geralt rumbles back, and it's like the breaking of a dam. Yen's laugh ripples like a river over rocks and Jaskier can't help but join in, even as she pulls him in for another kiss, and Geralts hands pull him up off the table. He stumbles a little on his sleeping leg but is caught and held fast by strong arms. Cheeky ones at that.

Hands tease at the hem his shirt, and there's a mouth attached to either side of his neck, which is lovely, but might also kill him. Finally regaining the use of his hands, Jaskier twines them with one each of Yen and Geralts, briefly halting their fervour.

Jaskier clears his thoughts with the slight shake of his head, but the only discernible thing is, why on earth would you want to stop this? And Jaskier is hardly one to argue with himself, especially on such matters.

He gives an encouraging squeeze to each of the hands grasped in his and nods with a somehow shy and sly smile towards the bedroom door. "Should we, uh...?"

Yennefer's grin is cat-like and almost feral, and the rumbling groan he hears from Geralt is almost enough to make his knees give out, but like so many time before, but also like no other, Jaskier finds himself dragged after these two. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sometime later, (Minutes? Hours? Days? Who can say?) Geralt is, predictably, fast asleep, and Jaskier lies tracing meaningless shapes on the soft skin of Yennefer's back with his fingertips.

"So, I take it you liked your gift," Jaskier teases, mouthing softly at her shoulder.

Yennefer preens like a cat, dark curls falling about her shoulders. "Definitely the best one so far."

Jaskier gasps mockingly at her candour and she nudges him away with a laugh, sending him dramatically sprawling backwards, though careful not to wake the sleeping mountain. Yen just scoffs and rolls her eyes at him.

"Though, I'm not sure who out of us really got the better end of it." Yennefer teases back, and her smile turns devious. "We shall just have to endeavour to have you beat next year."

Warmth spreads through Jaskier at the implication, "You're on." He challenges, and he returns to doodling on her back, this time words forming under his quick fingers.

"What are you writing?" Yennefer asks, though she can probably sense the answer.

"Next year's song, of course." Jaskier hears the low rumble of laughter from behind him and Geralt's warm forearm wraps around his waist, stubble scratching between his shoulder blades as Geralt softly presses his face in.

"A hard act to follow," he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep. "But I'm sure we'll think of something."

[glowinggator]

I’m a straight demisexual female, 5’2. likely have ASD. despite my dysthymia, i want to become a forensic psychologist. love horror (+ romance). reserved but not shy, and actually talkative / goofy. generally calm but very passionate and loyal. like to think im smart and hardworking. straightforward but nervous about emotion. love history n art, and am curious - especially about other countries. love animals (pet snake, rode horses, trained service dogs). love languages are time and touch. thx!

I match you with... 

Leonardo!! 

He’s cool with the initial reservation: sometimes it’s better to keep your hand to yourself until you’re ready to show them! He loves how talkative and goofy you can get once you’re ready, though! You’ll have some of the best laughs of your life with him.  He’s really susceptible to sensory understimulation and overstimulation, so he’s really good at helping you out when you’re overstimulated! He’s also great at helping out when your dysthymia gets bad. He keeps a little treasure box of things that you really love that he can pull out when shit gets bad, and he’s not afraid to give you little reminders when self-care becomes a lesser priority. He’s not pushy about it either, and he never wants you to feel like a burden. He’s a really supportive boyfriend!  He actually doesn’t know what forensic psychology is right off the bat: he totally thinks it’s like, the BAU from Criminal Minds. Once you explain it to him though, he think’s it’s awesome! Human (+yokai & mutant) behavior is super interesting, and everyone deserves to be treated with kindness and respect. Mental health is something that’s really overlooked in the criminal justice system, and forensic psychologists are needed now more than ever. Not just for the survivors and victims of crimes, but for those who have committed crimes as well! Everyone needs an advocate, and everyone needs a little bit of kindness. He thinks it’s really admirable that you wanna become a forensic psychologist, and he’ll 100% support you every step of the way. He’s always there to help you study, bring you paper and food, and distract you when you’re getting too overwhelmed with work. Expect to be spun around in your chair and pushed around the house if you don’t take a break!!! He’s also super interested in other countries! He’s huge on ethnic foods, and he’d love to try new things with you. He’d love to hear any facts you have about other countries too! He’d also love to learn more languages, so if you wanna learn one, you could learn it together!  He loves animals so much, and he really wants a dog. (Specifically a Belgian Teruvian or a Swedish Vallhund!) He’d love to get a dog with you! He’d also be super open to other pets, too. Turtles, guinea pigs, cats, birds, there’s not a whole lot that’s off the table!  His love languages are time & touch as well!! He loves to dance in the rain with you, and go on roadtrips together. He looks up the names of different constellations so he can point them out to you as you lay under the stars at night on a roadtrip to some other state.  He could listen to you talk for hours about history. It’s a passive interest of his, but he loves hearing things from you. Something about it makes it all the more enchanting to him.  He asks you to draw on him all the time. Whether you’re interested as art as a practice or for it’s history, he’ll ask you to draw on him. He’ll bring over countless sharpies and beg you to draw whatever comes to mind. He’ll keep the doodles on for as long as they stay, but he’s so proud to wear them. It reminds him of you when you guys are apart. He’ll draw a little red-eared slider on your thumb so you can feel the same :)  He likes to give you random, drive-by kisses. By the time you realize he kissed your cheek, he’s in the next room. If you call out to him, he’ll just laugh.  He loves to hold your hand! It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s very important to him. I’m sorry, but you’ve been designated Arm Rest. He’ll always kiss the top of your head if you swat at him though.  He really likes horror: slashers and psychological horror gets to him the most. Ghost movies are creepy and great for quick scares, but he really doesn’t believe in them. At least, he doesn’t believe ghosts could exist on a plane that has interaction with our own. It’s the jumpscares and SFX that gets him, if anything. Psychological horror and serial killer stuff though? That’s what gets to him. He’s good at putting on a brave front, but you know he’s gonna be sleeping with his sword next to the bed tonight. Please hold his hand.  Overall, he loves you a lot! He’s a very loving and supportive boyfriend, and he’s your hype man in all aspects of life. 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

benefits of boredom* duff mckagan x reader

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I'm problematic and horny on main again fellas

* - smut af 😜

Song: for the love (of music) by Neverland

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I laid on my stomach on my bed and doodled. It had been a rough week for all of us, and though the guys were still trying to work hard it was time for a break. As my pencil snapped against the paper I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?"

I called. When I looked up I saw Duff popping his head in.

"You busy?"

I shook my head no and turned my attention back down to my drawing, having to resharpen my pencil again. I heard him step further in and shut the door.

"What's up Duff?"

I looked up long enough to see him shrug.

"I was wondering if I could hideout in here with you. Slash just left, Steven is sleeping, and Izzy and Axl are at it again about the new song."

I turned my body to look up at his tall figure standing directly in front of me.

"Yeah I don't care, I'm just doodling."

I looked back down at my sketch book.

"Trying to come up with ideas for the 45 center. That is if any of you can figure out what you're actually putting out yet."

I leaned over and nudged his leg with my elbow after he sat down next to me on the edge of the bed. He just huffed and slammed his body back into it.

"We all have different ideas and so does the label. Im just worried we're gonna kill each other before this album is even finished."

He sat up before turning and crawling up the bed, laying horizontal to me and resting his head in the crook of my back. I looked back at him.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, you guys have gotten through stuff like this before."

"Just pray for us."

I hummed and returned to my drawings, looking in the mirror ahead of me every once in a while to check on him laying behind me. After a while I could hear his breathing steady and his light snores, knowing he had fallen asleep. I decided at that point that he was the perfect model for my boredom doodles. But I could only see part of his upper body in the mirror, choosing to draw it anyways. That is until he rolled over, shocking me as he grabbed my leg like a stuffed bear, head completely on my left ass cheek. I laughed a little to myself at first, being careful to not wake him, going back to random doodles. Namely trying to draw his tangled mess of a head from memory, still only being able to see part of him in the mirror. After about an hour or so I heard him hum lowly to himself.

"Have a good nap?"

I asked gently. His grip on my leg got a little tighter.

"Ten more minutes."

I laughed.

"That ten minutes gonna continue to be slept on my butt?"

I looked back at him as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked across my butt and then up to look at me. He offered a sleepy smile, scratched the back of his head, and slammed his forehead into my hip.

"Maybe, you have a comfy ass."

He mumbled into my side. I just shook my head and returned to the new drawing I had restarted for the third time.

"Whatever."

I looked back at him when I felt him move again. He was still on his stomach but now his whole head was on my ass again and his hand was placed softly on the back of my thigh. It was kinda weird but I could feel him slowly move his thumb across it, almost like you do to someone's hand when you try to comfort them.

"Y/n?"

I sighed.

"Yeah Duff?"

He squeezed my thigh lightly.

"Do you like me?"

"Or course Duff, you're one of my best friends."

"Oh, okay."

He hummed.

"Why?"

I felt him shrug against my side.

"Just curious."

"Okay Duff."

Another twenty minutes went by before I felt him starting to play with the Hem of my shorts. I turned to look back at him and he hadn't moved from his spot. I gasped when he snapped my underwear against my ass.

"What the hell are you doing back there Duff?"

He turned his head enough to look at me but his face was still against my butt and I could only properly see half of his face.

"I can't fall back asleep."

"So...?"

He shrugged into me.

"I'm bored."

"So go do something."

He turned his face completely so j could all of him now.

"How about you?"

I drew my brows together.

"How about me?"

"How about I do you?"

I let out a short laugh but stopped when I saw his expression fail to move.

"You're serious?"

He shrugged again.

"I don't see why not, I'm already on your ass aren't I?"

I felt he hand squeeze my thigh again. I looked forward for a second, catching his gaze in the mirror. I dropped my head a little defeated.

"Fine."

Before I had time to look back at him he bit me again. I gasped at the feeling and partially turned my body to fully look at him but he just pushed my hip back down against the bed.

"Do you have to keep biting me?"

He looked at me with wicked eyes before moving to be kneeling between my legs.

"I plan on doing way more than biting you."

I raised a brow but then it clicked what he meant. I looked forward again so he couldn't see me blushing at his statement. I felt him lean down over me.

"Scoot up a little."

I gladly obliged, pushing my body up and my drawing stuff to the floor. I watched him in the mirror as he got situated between my legs and biting my right ass cheek this time. I turned and looked back at him.

"Damnit duff."

He smirked at me.

"You agreed to this."

I rolled my eyes and looked back forward.

"Whatever."

"You ready?"

I nodded but didn't look back at him. I felt him run his thumb over my clothed core and I breathed deeply at the contact. Quickly he moved my loose shorts and panties to the side and ran his thumb over me again. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Don't tease."

I felt his breath on me.

"Oh I don't have to."

He replaced his thumb with his fingers and without warning pushed two into me. I gasped at the sudden feeling but quickly relaxed as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I gripped the edge of the bed as I watched him in the mirror. I saw him slowly dip his head down between my legs, lifting my hips up a bit for better access. When I felt his mouth on me I moaned, biting my lip hard after so no one else in the house would hear me. He swirled his tongue around my clit a few times before sucking on me, still dipping his fingers in and out of me. I could feel the pleasure washing over me and rocked my hips into him as he ate me out. When I came I buried my face into the bed and practically screamed. When I felt him move I looked up and watched him in the mirror again, he looked so hot as he licked his fingers off, saliva and cum dripping down his chin. I breathed heavily before turning to lie on my back and fixing my underwear. He was still knelt in between my legs.

"Still mad I was biting your ass?"

I laughed at him.

"If I knew you could use your mouth for that much good maybe I should have said something before today."

I winked at him as his face got red, he smiled at me. Both of us looked at the door suddenly when there was a knock. I sat up quickly as Duff wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

"Yeah?"

I called and got resituated at the end of the bed, Duff shuffling over to lay next to me. There was a click and in walked Izzy holding a notebook.

"Hey y/n, I was wondering what you like better. me and Axl have been fighting over which set of lyrics sounds better for this verse and need a second opinion."

I nodded and read what he handed me. One verse at the top of the page and the other on the bottom. They both were similar but had minimal differences. I reread it twice before telling him I liked the top one. Suddenly Axl stepped in with no warning.

"See I told you."

Izzy just rolled his eyes and smacked him with the notebook.

"Whatever, let's just move on."

I watched them both bicker as they walked out, closing the door behind them. When I looked over at Duff he was already starting at me and smiling.

"What?"

"You're flustered."

He laughed at the look I gave him.

"Well in all fairness we could have just gotten caught having sex so I'd say I have a good reason."

I winked at him before rolling onto my back. I wat her him scoot closer to me and rest his chin on my shoulder.

"It's exciting isn't it."

I let out a short laugh.

"Sure Duff."

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Henry's Unfortunate Ink-antation Part 8

[submitted by: @the-elusive-blue-skittle]

Day 3

Henry gets shaken awake by the little devil himself. Wow, is it morning already?!

“Henry! Henry, c’mon! It’s mornin’ already!” “Hhuh…? Really?” “YES, really!” “I feel like I got five minutes…”

“Henry, it’s eleven o'clock!” “That’s not that late, pal…”

“YES IT IS! Get up!”

“Alright, alright… Sheesh…”

Henry sits up in the chair, stretching. Bendy drags him out of ‘bed’ and onto his feet, causing the animator to shiver. “Gee, it’s cold in here…”

“Are you nuts?! It’s nice an’ toasty!” “Sure doesn’t feel like it,” Henry replies, grabbing one of his blankets and wrapping it around himself. “Ahh, much better…”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, nutjob. Let’s go start the day, already!”

Henry smiles and nods, following Bendy out the door, though he’s starting to feel a little hazy.

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Right in the middle of the dynamic duo setting up another infamous prank, someone pulls Henry off to the side.

… Oh. It’s Wally.

The janitor takes his hat off and holds it in front of his chest with a somber expression. “Look, Henry, I… I’m sorry I tortured ya the other day. Really, I am. It was a nasty thing ta do to someone who was just havin’ a li’l fun.”

“Huh?? Oh, no, no, Wally, it’s fine! I’m not mad, see?”

Wally raises a brow in suspicion. Henry would normally hold a huge grudge on something to that degree…

“Well, if ya say so. No hard feelings?” “Nnnnope!” Henry replies with a smile. Wally smiles back, though the expression seems uncertain.

“Aaaaaalright, uh, take care, pal.”

“See ya, Wally!”

The janitor smiles before turning and walking away, the expression on his face immediately dropping to one of extreme concern when his back is turned. ‘What’s happening to ‘im?’

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“JOEEEYYYY?”

The old man turns around to meet the source of the voice. “What is it, Franks?”

“I’unno, but somethin’ weird’s happenin’ around here… Somethin’ CRAZY weird!”

Joey sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “What KIND of weird?”

“It’s Henry.”

Joey’s expression falters for a split second. Henry’s being WEIRD? That ALREADY can’t be good at all. “Well, speak up, kid! What’s he been doing?”

“He isn’t holding any grudges! He’s all weird and gleeful and just plain not himself! I swear, if that toon garbage is contagious, I’m OUTTA here!”

“… I’ll keep an eye on him. Go back to work.” “Alright, alright,” Wally mutters, slinging his mop over his shoulder and sauntering back to the hall he was mopping.

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Henry’s been getting weirder and weirder as the day’s been going on. Even Bendy notices a difference in his general demeanor. The little devil hasn’t said anything yet, though it’s slowly nagging at him that something might be going terribly, horribly wrong.

The toonified animator is currently distracted with watching Norman set up projectors. Bendy taps him on the shoulder.

“Heyyyy, pally! I heard Joey’s got some new drawin’ paper that I think you’d like! Whaddaya say we go try some out?”

“Oh, ummm… Maybe later, pal. I don’t feel like it.” “WHAT?! You’re HENRY! You ALWAYS feel like drawin’! Come on, Henry! Ya gotta draw somethin’!”

Henry rubs his temples. “Uhhh… Okay, okay, I’ll draw something. Is it just me that feels dizzy right now?”

“ ‘Fraid it’s just you, Henry,” Bendy replies, shoving a pen and a sketchbook in Henry’s hands. The animator drops to the floor, lying on his tummy with the book in front of him, open to a clean page. He begins to doodle, though it looks slightly off from his usual talent.

“Hm… I’m losing my touch.”

“Aw, c’mon, Henry, ya do it just like this!”

Bendy proceeds to draw a portrait of himself in which, much to his dismay, is significantly better than Henry’s drawing.

“You’re my animator, for pete’s sake!”

Henry raises a brow, though he’s quick to shake his head and smile. “Well, having three fingers and a thumb isn’t helping much. That’s gotta be it. No need to worry, pal!”

Bendy reciprocates the smile. “Yer right. I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout somethin’ like that.”

He’s lying through his teeth. The little devil is starting to worry about his self-proclaimed big brother. “W-Well, uh, let’s keep drawin’! It’s fun ta just lie around an’ do nothin’ for a bit, right?” “Welllll, yeah. You’re right,” Henry replies, resting his head in his left hand as he draws with his right.

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“And then he SMILED at me,” Wally yells to the group he’s gathered in the break room. “Henry NEVER smiles at ME! I KNOW somethin’s up with ‘im, but I just don’t know what…”

“Wait wait wait, Wally… You’re saying that Henry ACCEPTED your apology?”

“Yeah!”

“… Wuh-oh. Have you told Joey?” “Yeah. He said he’d look int’a it, but he’s a real busy man.”

The other person, revealed to be Susie, crosses her arms in suspicion. “Well, maybe someone should go and talk to him once in awhile and see if it’s not just you.”

Sammy silently nods. Even HE’S starting to get worried about Henry. This is getting to be a real problem if Sammy, of all people, is concerned about ANYONE besides Susie.

Susie glances at the door. “I’ll go check on him and see if he’s okay…” “Be careful.” “Oh, Sammy, as if that sweet little guy would do anything to hurt someone…”

Susie walks briskly, in a hurry to see what Wally was talking about. She peeks into the main room of the studio to see Henry and Bendy surrounded by papers, all with individual drawings and doodles on them.

Susie clears her throat, alerting the toons to her presence. Henry sees her and stands up with his hands behind his back, a small smile plastered on his face. “Well, if it isn’t Susie! Did you need somethin’?”

Susie glances back at the break room hallway. She returns her gaze to the toons in front of her and smiles nervously.

“I just wanted to check on you, sugar. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s swell,” Henry exclaims with a grin.

Susie seems uncomfortable. “That’s… Good…”

“Is something wrong, Susie?”

“No, no, just feeling a little under the weather. That’s all.”

“Gosh, you’re sick? Maybe you should tell Joey!”

Tell Joey… That’s a splendid idea! Tell Joey about what’s happening, and maybe he can fix this mess!

Susie walks off from Henry wordlessly, leaving the little toon in confusion.

“What’s up with her?”

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five| part six | part seven

[amymmiv]

Todoroki x reader

Cream and Sugar. Chapter one.

A Todoroki Cafe AU Fanfiction

Chapter one- Strawberry Blonde

The coffee shop wasn't very busy today, just the usual humdrum of the people coming into the shop and enjoying the smell of coffee. The sound of the door opening breaks me from my thoughts and I look up to see a familiar face, a girl with short brown hair and fair skin that is dusted with pink.

“Oh, Hi Uraraka. It's good to see you in the shop again. Did you bring Deku with you today?” I ask. Uraraka and Deku were regulars in our shop, they even got together in our shop.

“Yeah! He will just be a minute. It smells good in here and you're just as cute today as you always are.” Uraraka smiles at me.

“And you're just as sweet as always.” I remark back. “What can i get you today?”

“ Hm, I think today I will try the caramel frappuccino and Deku will have a Vanilla iced coffee!” She says.

“I will have that right out for you.” I say as I nod my head. I begin to make their coffee as I watch Deku finally walk into the shop and take Urarakas hand as they take their seats on the couches in our cafe.

I finish up their drinks and doodle little animals on the side of their cups before calling out Urarakas name and handing her her drinks. She takes them and begins to head back to Deku before turning back around.

“I totally forgot!” She says. “I recommended this cafe to a friend! I love it so much and he likes quiet places so I went ahead and told him about this place.” She says before giving me a wink and quickly going back to where Deku was sitting to continue their date. I chuckle to myself before turning and continuing my work.

The day finishes with nothing eventful to note.

“Hey, Y/N! Do you mind closing down the cafe tonight? I have somewhere to be today!” My manager begs.

“Yeah! Of course!” I say.

“Oh my gosh, you're amazing!” She says before rushing out quickly. I giggle as I watch her leave before beginning to clean the cafe up.

I heave a sigh of relief as I look out at the clean cafe before me, I smile at my work and gather up my stuff and the keys to the cafe before leaving and locking up the shop on my way out.

“Shoot! I forgot I walked to work today.” I mumble to myself. “I guess it will be fine if I walk home.” I turned and looked worriedly around at my surroundings before biting my lip and began to walk towards the direction of my house. I could periodically hear the sound of yelling from an area I couldn't quite make out. In my town, this was common at night but typically the pros took care of it quickly. I begin to walk faster, desperate to get to my apartment before anything too eventful could happen. I can see periodic fire and ice popping up in the distance and my nerves were put to rest with the thought that the pros were already on it.

I arrive at my apartment and quickly enter it as I breathe a sigh mixed with relief and exhaustion before plopping down on my couch.

The tranquility didn't last long because my cat decided to wail, alerting me that she was hungry. I pull myself off of my couch and feed her before changing into a tank top and short shorts and drifting off to sleep.

Todoroki’s POV-

“Great job Todoroki.” Ochaco says as I hand over the villain to the police.

“Thanks.” I reply.

“So, do you plan on going to the cafe I recommended to you? There is a cute girl who works there and she's single.” Ochaco notes.

“Thanks, but i have no interest in a relationship.” I state blandly.

“Aw, are you sure?” She continues.

“Yes. I am going to go ahead and head home. Do you guys have the rest of this?” I ask

“Yeah, thanks for the help!” Deku says before waving at me as I leave.

I arrive at my apartment and waste no time getting out of my hero costume and into sweat pants and a plain white T shirt before crawling into bed.

“What a day.” I mumble as I stare at the ceiling before rolling over and drifting off to sleep.

I am awoken to the sound of my phone ringing and sunlight shining through my open windows. I peer at the time. 7:00. I look down at my phone and read the name sliding across my phone screen and scowl.

Dad is calling!

I roll my eyes and despite not wanting to pick up the phone, I do anyway.

“What do you want?” I sneer.

“Shoto…” He says, I can hear the sadness in his voice and my face drops.

“What's wrong?” I say quickly.

“It's your mother.” He says “She passed away this morning.”

“What's the cause.” I say harshly.

“We don't know.” He says solemnly

I immediately hang up the phone and get up and pace around the room angrily. A shout erupts from my mouth as I collapse on the floor. I can feel hot tears run down my face and quickly wipe them away. I lay there for a while cursing my dad because I know this is all his fault, if he hadnt put her in that stupid hospitol she owuld be fine and I would be able to call her and talk to her. This is all his fault. I know it is. I hate him. I can hear my phone ring and I pull myself off of the floor and walk over to it.

Fuyumi is calling!

I take a quick breath and will my voice to stop shaking before picking up the phone.

“Hey Fuyumi.” I say quietly. I can hear the sniffles on the other side of the phone and I can feel the anger rise to my face again.

“Shoto..” she starts before choking out another sob.

“I know, it's going to be ok.” I assure her.

“Make sure you get some rest and I'll stop by later to check on you.” I say.

“Okay.” She says in between her cries.

I hang up the phone and the anger comes crashing back and I quickly get dressed and shove my phone in my pocket before quickly leaving my apartment and closing the door behind me.

I walk in attempts to blow off some steam. I have no idea where I'm going, I just walk. I walk until I eventually stumble across a small cafe.

This is the cafe that Ochaco told me about. I heave a heavy sigh before entering the cafe.

Readers POV

I can hear the sound of the door opening and peer at the person entering, he was a tall guy with half red and half white hair that ran down to his mid back he also had a scar over his left eye he was wearing a thin black turtleneck shirt and a simple pair of jeans, however what really caught my eye was his clenched fist and how angry he seemed.

“What can I get you today?” I say as I beam at him.

“One black coffee.” He says harshly. The tone in his voice confirms my earlier deduction.

“Name?” I ask.

“Shoto.” He states blandly as he gives me a harsh glare as if I should have already known this.

“I'll have that right out for you.” I say, keeping my cheery tone.

I watch as he quietly goes and takes a seat in the corner of the cafe and watches the bustle of the streets outside of the cafe.

I turn to my coworker and ask if I can make this coffee to which she agreed. I quickly begin making his coffee and finish up by writing his name on the cup and doodling a quick sun with a smiley face.

“Shoto!” I call and he turns to look at me before getting out of his chair and trudging over to where I'm at and I hand him his coffee, he inspects the doodle on the cup before raising his eyebrow at me in a questionable look. I can quickly feel the blush come to my face in realization that I had doodled on his cup without thinking.

“Oh shoot, i'm- im sorry. I normally doodle on the cups and most customers like it so i kept doing it but i forgot to ask you if that was ok.” I stutter. Shoto cracks a smile and chuckles and for the first time I had actually fully inspected him up close, he was cute and his smile was so genuine.

“That's ok, it's cute. I like it.” He says before turning around and taking his coffee to the table he was previously sitting at. I watched him for a little, it wasn't long before the angry look had come back to his face. He would periodically look at his phone and grit his teeth in anger before looking back out the window. I looked over at my manager and got permission to go on break a little early.

I quickly hang my apron back up in the back and go back out to the cafe and approach Shoto.

“Do- Do you mind if i sit here with you?” I ask, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. He gives me a confused look before nodding his head and I take a seat across from him. We sit in an awkward silence for a moment before I break it.

“I noticed you were angry.” I say quietly. He looks at me with a piercing gaze before nodding his head.

“It's nothing to be concerned about.” He says flatly.

“Oh. Well, if you wanna talk about it, i'm open? I know this is strange coming from a complete stranger.” I say. I gave him an awkward smile, this was a bad idea. I don't even know what i'm doing. Shoto sighs and steals a quick glance out the window before turning back to me.

“I'm not having a good day,” He says.

“I'm so sorry to hear that.” I say as I give him a sympathetic look. “Oh! I have an idea, how about I tell you a joke?” Todoroki gives me an amused look at my childish behavior.

“Hm, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” I say with a bright smile on my face.

“How many?” He asks.

“Tentacles!” I say as I giggle at my own joke. I can see him struggling to hold back laughter, he eventually gives in and releases a chuckle before looking back up at me.

“That was so bad.” He says as he smiles at me in amusement, to which makes me feel good and I smile in victory.

“Does that mean you want another joke?” I ask.

“Not at all.” He says playfully.

“Well that's too bad.” I reply stubbornly. “What did the fish say when he ran into a wall?”

“What?” He says

“Dam.” I reply before bursting out in laughter. Shoto does the same.

Todorokis POV

This girl was something else, she had a really bright smile and she was surprisingly pretty. We sat and talked to each other for 30 more minutes before she peeks at her watch.

“Oh crap, my break is almost over.” She says. I wasn't ready to face the world again but I knew it was about time I did.

“Um, can I give you my number so that maybe next time you're not having a good day, maybe we can hang out?” She says as she twiddles her thumbs. I give her a soft smile.

“Yeah, I would like that.” I say as i hand her my phone, she quickly types in her number before sending a quick text to herself.

“There! Now I have your number.” She states proudly. “I have to go back to work now, text me if you want to, or call me, I will do my best to pick up.” She says before giving me a small wave and retreating behind the counter. I think I like it here.

I heave a sigh and gather my things as I head out the door, reality all came crashing back down to me. The reality that had disappeared when I had talked to the girl from the cafe. My mom was gone and it's all my dad's fault.

[magpiewords]

Sugar and Snow

This was way too much fun to write. Text-talk style is my guilty pleasure. The title isn’t my best, but half the story is about a ski trip and half of it is about sufganiyot.

It was the sixth night and no one was home. Steve shouldn’t have been surprised, they were all busy people. The fact that nothing alien or super powered had threatened the world in the past few weeks was a miracle all on it’s own. He was grateful for the peaceful days they had together, but he was left wanting more as he stood alone in the kitchen, mading a single sandwich out of leftover brisket. There weren’t even any latkas left to heat up, and he really didn’t feel like making more if he was just by himself.

He was on the last bites of his sandwich when his phone buzzed. A lone text message from Tony. [check snapchat]

Steve was just happy with was in actual English instead of whatever amalgamation of emojis the genius was prone to communicate with. Bucky had picked up on that new language fast enough, which seemed to give everyone else clearance to speak solely in pictures on the team group text. They were having so much fun and Steve didn’t have the heart to tell them he felt left out.

Snapchat wasn’t as bad. It took him a little longer than everyone else to figure out, but once he did, he loved it. It was still more pictures than words, but it was pictures of real life. Usually it was selfies or sneaky pictures of Clint asleep at a stakeout. The stickers were really fun and everyone seemed to enjoy the drawings Steve could create after Natasha had given him a stylus.

He opened the app, noticing several notifications waiting for him on the team thread. A video of Sam walking past some birds on his way to meet with an advisor for his master’s degree, a series of photos in which Bucky braided Thor’s hair, and finally, one photo from Tony.

The geo-filter said Los Angeles in a fancy type, and the image was of a giant donut sign above a building. The caption must have been what he wanted Steve to see.

[THEY MAKE SUFGANIYOT AND IM SCREAMING want some???]

The rest of the picture was filled with heart-eye emojis and what looked like water droplets. Steve chuckled to himself and snapped a photo of his open palm. It only took a minute to doodle a cartoon donut on the image.

[I would love one.]

Tony didn’t reply for a while, but Steve had already put his phone away and made himself comfortable in the living room. Everyone else had missions and meetings and “Thor’s never been skiing so we’re going upstate for the day”, but Steve had things to do too. Important things like…

Well, he had his sketch book and some podcasts. That was fine.

It could have been five minutes or a few hours, but Steve’s phone turned on and didn’t seem to stop. He scrambled to pull it out of his pocket; it would only go off like this if he was getting a phone call which probably meant villainy had finally stopped taking a vacation. If that was the case, though, wouldn’t Jarvis be alerting him too?

Instead of a phone call, he was rapidly getting a string of text messages.

TStark: buck how could u fail us like this???

Bucky: wut im skiing i literally did nothing

Widow: winter soldier sucks at winter sports btw

Bucky: fuck off

Hawkeye: haha i want pics

TStark: no shut up

TStark: steve’s never had Sigmund Freud

TStark: i mean stuff and yaks

TStark: autocorrect bullshit i cant do this while flying

Col.Rhodes: DON’T TEXT AND FLY

Col.Rhodes: We talked about this

TStark: S U F G A N I Y O T

Widow: omg bucky how could u

Steve had barely caught up with the string of texts when his snapchat notified him again. It was from Natasha’s account, but someone else was filming. Likely Thor, if the camera half being covered by a thumb was anything to go by. The video featured Natasha and Bucky, both on skis at the bottom of a slope they must have just come down. With one solid shove, she pushed him into a snow bank. There was shouting and laughter before the video cut out.

Bucky: tony i need a new phone tash got snow in mine

TStark: haha nice

TStark: but seriously

TStark: every1 get home asap so we can eat these

Hawkeye: dont u have an AM meeting tomorrow?

Col.Rhodes: Pepper is not going to be happy about this.

Another snapchat notification, this time with a photo taken from the Iron Man armor’s outside cameras. Tony didn’t just have a box of donuts, he had a crate, carrying it on the suit’s shoulders like he would carry building materials. The photo was surrounded by thumbs up emojis and a small bit of text in the corner. Steve leaned in, just barely reading it before the image timed out.

[I told Sir that I do not approve]

Steve chuckled again, glancing up at the ceiling. “He giving you too much trouble, Jarvis?”

“At least I got him to stop texting and flying. The trade off is I have to type his messages for him. And he is very particular about the placement of those emoticons.” The AI sounded the closest Steve had ever heard him to exhausted.

Another video came in, this time from Sam. The camera was facing him as he walked across campus.

“I was in a meeting,” He sounded furious, but it was too over the top. Steve knew what a truly angry Sam sounded like, so this must be played up for a joke. “In a meeting with my graduate advisor and my phone sounds like the end of the world. She asks me if it’s Avengers business and I have to look her dead in the eye, with all you still texting me, and tell her to ignore it.” The camera rapidly moved as Sam seemed to throw up his hands. “Now she thinks I value my studies over saving the world and you know what, right now I think I do!”

The video ended, followed with a short text message.

Falcon: You guys suck

The rest of the team replied with a series of different emojis, ranging from laughing symbols to something with birds that was probably a Falcon related joke Steve didn’t quite get.

Falcon: T I want those donuts when I get home

TStark: what’s that birdy? i should go faster??

Jarvis: Sir is already breaking several interstate flight regulations, please do not encourage him.

Col.Rhodes: damnit sam

Widow: save some for us!

“Iron Man should be landing at the tower in fifteen minutes.” Jarvis reported. Steve could hear the coffee machine in the kitchen start to power up. “Mr. Wilson will be arriving in twenty. Agent Romanoff, Sergeant Barnes, and Thor are leaving the ski lodge and are due home in just under two hours.”

“You work way too hard, Jarvis.” Steve slid his phone to silent, knowing Jarvis would tell him if there was anything important, and went back to sketching.

“Captain, you have no idea.”

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Tony was on the landing platform outside the tower windows. He all but dragged the crate into the kitchen, opening it and pulling out smaller cardboard boxes. He walked into the living room with a spring in his step, pastry in one hand, cell phone in the other.

“Those don’t look like your usual donuts, Tony.” Steve said. It looked more like a small cake with powdered sugar on top.

Tony didn’t say a word, just kept the camera on Steve as he shoved the pastry in the soldier’s face. Steve took a bite, jelly gushing around the sides as flavor overwhelmed his senses. His eyes must have been comically wide as Tony started laughing before lowering his phone. A few seconds later, as Steve was cradling the donut to prevent any jelly or crumbs from getting on the couch, his own phone went off. He let out a sigh, half annoyed despite the something warm curling inside him, knowing the rest of the team would get to share the moment of his first sufganiyot with him.

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[foolgobi65]

OMG I love this meme!: “Alright, I’ve given you one week to sit here all holed up but it is absolutely time to get back to your work!” to "Avantika knows that she’s missed something, but watches Shivu nod and sigh as his mother walks out of the hut" from Chapter 6 of nayaki

ok oh!! ok ok lets do this. 

first: here’s chapter 6   http://archiveofourown.org/works/11574489/chapters/28560112

so basically this is the introduction of sanga, who is clearly the head of the village – if anything i’d say her husband is gearing up to be the next spiritual leader. i wanted to portray her as someone kind and loving but also with an air of authority about her. canon sanga is unfortunately ignored, but i think in my iteration its going to be a little more difficult for shivu to ignore her. 

she calls avantika gorgeous because tammanah is very beautiful and that’s a classic aunty thing to say about a pretty girl your son is in love with. we see that avantika doesn’t see herself as someone attractive, mostly because that’s not something she was raised valuing. at her core she clearly enjoys beautiful things: i can see her finding a lot of joy through pretty flowers and sunrises and silks that she eventually sees devasena wearing. but that’s all a little later. for now she just looks at herself and thinks that she’s ugly and that’s a shame. sanga disrupts this a little. 

(there will obviously be no scene where shivu makes her “beautiful.” if there is a scene like that it will be wth avantika’s full consent and the other person will be a woman helping her to blend in with mahishmati people. the most shivu will ever go is maybe, with her consent, doodle a little temporary tattoo. ON BOTH OF THEM. ) 

ok also this is so nitpicky but part of avantika’s characterization is the idea that  the resistance owns nothing. everything they are and everything they have is for the struggle, so the idea that sanga calls shivu avantika’s is shocking to her. if they own anything at all its extremely precious, maybe heirlooms of remembrance so again sanga calling shivu avantika’s is wild bc avantika is a stranger – its so trusting of sanga from her perspective. 

i feel like relationships in the resistance are very.. temporary just because everyone probably dies a lot of the time. they’re also probably super loose just because … well people are dying and in times like that they have sex. people’s lives are their mission so real steady relationships are probably things for Kuntala Before. there’s an argument for using this as a way to allow avantika and shivu to have a sexual relationship early on in the narrative arc but i think that’s less than ideal because i want them as friends and equals before they muddy everything with romance and sex. avantika has seen so little of the world, and i just feel like there’s an unequal power dynamic so they’re going to be good friends and equals and then they’re probably going to kiss right before the big battle. honestly, avantika calling shivu a friend is probably the bigger character development. 

shivu just thinks avantika is nice and pretty and is really embarrassed by his mom right now. he probably doesnt date a lot because… i kind of see him as someone well liked but not with any real close friends. his strength keeps his apart, and my shivu is desperate to see the wider world because there has to be something .. more out there. the next chapter is basically the village singing “stick to the status quo” and shivu being like … bruh … please let me find lumber to fix ur roof properly …. let me sell our stuff outside of our community ….. i am Tired of eating fish with every meal …. (he also wants to find people as strong as he is, people he isnt afraid to break.) 

the big difference btw canon and my shivu is that he actually does enjoy helping people out and his sole purpose in life is not to climb the waterfall but just ... idk figure shit out so that he can continue helping people better. so when sanga tells him that people are starting to get suspicious he really does take that seriously because he’s going to be the next chief and he needs to be aware of perceptions -- he wants to deserve his role not just age into it. 

i debated between avantika not knowing anything about sex and her just treating sex as something super natural and went with the second because infantilizing her in that way was a big thumbs down. if shivu asked, avantika would be very direct about sex but couching it in terms of “for your own pleasure” probably go over avantika’s head. the fun part about these two is that for me i see them as people aware of sex but also for their own reasons not really into romance/sex because they’ve each been focused on other bigger things. and now they’ve finally found someone outside of their usual worlds and they think the other is beautiful and amazing and now its like ... they’re both discovering A Whole New World 

.... i think this is it? if anyone wants 2 talk to me about nayaki plot past present or future please send me an ask or message im dying 2 talk about this ridiculous rewrite because there’s so much plot and im just .... diverging from the real script now for no reason at all lol. 

Thanks @avani008 I hope u like this ??? im not even sure if this is how I was supposed to do it I just rambled and went off on weird tangents love u!!!

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