#everytime i try to watch that movie i just get bored and pissed off

[bikebian]

another way that it chapter 2 screwed over mike i feel like was trying to make him scary when calling bill or any of the losers because like imagine getting a. call ans u hear the person saying “it’s mike” “you need to come home” LIKE SO OMINOUSLY like WHY is he so vague ? that shit doesn’t make sense….. there r millions of ppl named mike …. i still don’t understand why they did that u can make a horror movie but still intertwine the love. they focused too much on horror, the losers are just not Losers like they’re supposed to be… ur supposed to stay bc u LOVE each other not bc ur FORCED to stay

[dexiiexox]

Boyfriend headcanons for Chris Sturniolo🧡

a/n: here is the Chris version no one asked for but that I give you anyway 🤗 becuase Chris deserves the love tooo💕

Chris Sturniolo x reader

warnings: none I think?

summary: again just headcanons I imagine for Chris :))👍

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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Unless you live under a fucking rock or you’re a new fan of the triplets, we aaaalllll know Chris is a pepsiholic by now

And with that I feel like he would automaticly decide that you are too, so I can 100% just imagine Chris bringing or buying you a pepsi everytime he gets one as well

You’re sitting on the couch watching a movie with Chris. He’d gotten up a few minutes ago to use the restroom, on the way back he stopped by the fridge, pulling out two cans of pepsi.

"Heads up" he said about halfway to the couch.

I turned my head towards him and a pepsi was tossed at me. I had enough time to react and caught it.

"Thanks" I smiled.

He slouched down beside me again, arm over my shoulder and popped open his drink.

(Sorry if you dont like pepsi😌🫶)

I think we all know Chris is a hugger, even though he’s stated that he is "a handshake guy"

But come oonnn, we all know he loves his hugs, he constantly hugs Nick and Matt, so of course he’s going to hug is lovely girlfriend!

He’ll just constantly hug you, whenever he sees you, before you leave, when you’ve made him food, bought him a present, payed for him when you were out, anything, he’ll hug you whenever, just becuase he can, doesnt need to be a reason. If Chris wants a hug, Chris gets a hug.

It was a late night and you had joined the triplets for a late drive. They were bored and Chris natrually asked if you wanted to join them. You of course said yes, any excuse to spend more time with Chris, you really enjoyed the company of Matt and Nick as well.

You guys had been driving around for a while, just talking about anything that came to mind, you had gotten some food and later on made your way back to their apartment. Nick said his goodnights and went to his room, Matt did the same not long after.

You went over to the sink and got yourself a glass of water. You turned around leaning on the counter, looking back at Chris just standing there looking back at you. The two of you locked eyes and he sighed lowly. He looked really tired.

"You alright Chris?" you asked with a hint of concern in your voice.

He slowly made his way over to you, replying to your question with a simple «mhm».

You put your glass down as he stopped right in front of you. He just simply wraped his arms around you and held you tight. You hugged him back and let your head rest on his shoulder.

Sometimes all he needed was just a hug, and you knew that was something you needed as well

I just know Chris would take everything you say to him very seriously.

We all know he loves to joke around and being all silly, but he would genuenly listen to you and really take in what you tell him.

Wether it’s a concern of yours, something you have on your mind, whenever you remind him of things he needs to do or thing he has planned, he always takes you very seriously.

But of course he still loved to joke around with you, I imagine him loving to tickle you if you are ticklish.

Just having silly arguments and playfights that end with him tickling you.

"Noo Chris, not at all" you laughed.

You were sat on his bed while he sat at his desk. It was another one of your guyses arguments, nothing heated, just making fun of each other and trying to piss eachother off.

He looked at you with a wierd expression.

"Ehmm yeahh!" he exclaimed.

You just laughed at him again. You held your stomach and fell back on his bed, small giggles leaving your lips. You heard him chuckle and get out of his chair.

"We’ll see who laughs in the end!" and before you knew it he jumped on the bed and tackled you. He was now stradling you, his smirk growing wide.

Before you got to react Chris was going OFF, tickling you everywhere. All you could do was try to get him off, using your hands to push him off, squirming underneath him. You we’re laughing uncontrorably, trying to catch your breath.

"Stop! Stop! Stop Chris! Stop!" you kept pleading with him to stop and he eventually did. You let out a few more giggles while cathcing your breath, and so did he, before he layed down beside you.

"You’re such an asshole" you laughed.

"You still love me" he said still smirking.

I just shook my head letting out an airy chuckle.

I feel like pet names are huge with Chris, but not just the regular «babe, baby, sweetheart» and those, but more mocking ones

You’d call eachother things like «idiot, stupid, fucker, dummy» just stuff like that

Neither of you get offended by it though, you both know it’s just jokes

However, protective Chris would appear the fucking millisecond he hears someone else call you names like that

No one gets to speak badly about you, you’re the most precious thing to him! How could anyone even be remotly close to say negative about you. To him you are an absolute angel!💕

Chris had been out with Nick and Matt, meeting some new people they met through social media, two girls and a guy. They were all influencers as well and seemed to enjoy a lot of the same things as the triplets, so they decided to link up.

However, as the night went on he made himself some remarks of things they said and did. He never pointed them out, everyone has their quirks, he just found them kind of odd.

Regardless of that though, they all carried on with their night and talking about diffirent things. He’d mentioned you a couple of times during their conversations and stories. Both him and his brothers had taken notice of the others making slight faces at the mention of your name and seeming somewhat unintrested in the conversation as soon as you were brought up. The three of them had decided to ignore it though.

They all decided to find a place to eat, so they stopped by a restaurant and sat down in a booth.

The three friends had all decided to go to the bathroom, so the triplets sat waiting for a little while until Chris realised he need to go as well.

He walked towards the bathrooms, but he slowed down as he heard hushed voices in one of the hallways. He took a peek around the corner and saw the three friends talking.

He usually wouldnt snoop around like this and listen in on others conversations, but for some reason he did.

"I know right!" one of the girls giggled.

"She seems like such a fucking idiot, have you seen her?" they guy stated.

Chris made a confused face, he was about to leave until he heard his name.

"For real though, how is Chris even dating her?"

His jaw dropped to the fucking floor and he was instantly filled with rage. They didnt even know you, let alone talked to you before and they dare put shame to your name? Oh hell no. Chris didnt even want to give them the time of day. He just went back to Nick and Matt, explained the situation briefly, and they were out of there.

Later that night he sendt the three of them a message, no threats, nothing like that, but just stating how rude it was and how he found their behaviour unexceptable, then he unfollowed them all, so did Nick and Matt.

Chris never had the heart to tell you about the situation though, he just made sure to compliment you a lot, kiss you and hug you extra much after that.

He wants to make sure you know that you’re loved and that you are more than enough for him💕

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Well that was all I had right now, I also have school tomorrow, so Im going to bed in not too long. I hope you enjoyed it though! :))

And again, I hope youve had a good day or night and dont forget that youre absolutely worth it!! <3

-dexiie💕

[zach-is-an-alien]

Please bare with me I been thinking about this all day and I neeed to write it but it might suck ,just pretend all these characters are near the same age despite what they cannonicly are,and they are kids (like I guess tweens?) in this story

Would this be an AU???? Idk man ,also again I can't write for shit but I need to get this idea out

This particular day in summer was hot and well,boring,like ,nothing was fun kinda boring. Franklin,Lamar and Lester were keeping themselves busy with cards, Amanda trying to teach wade how to cartwheel ,and wade was failing horribly. Trevor and Ron were digging,digging for what? Money apparently, some dude at the gas station told trevor money was buried around the park,and now he was making ron dig for it. Mikey however had been gone for a good hour without informing any one on why.

But he eventually did come back,sweat dripping down his chubby red face,and in his hands ,8 stakes and a sharpie. Every one seen and they all started to argue.

"I am not going to play that stupid fucking game! You always win and rub it in our faces!" Amanda crossed her arms and turned her back, mikey taking offense "you guys are just sore loosers! You guys can't handle loosing"

Lester shook his head "no,she's right ,everytime we play,you win and you won't shut the fuck up" he removed his glasses and cleaned them on his t shirt

Trevor shook his head and crossed his arms,Ron copying him "no cause if we should play ,we need motivation too,like a reward"

Franklin and Lamar looked at each other and squinted "ice cream" at the same time like some creepy fuckin twins I'm horror movies

"What?" Mikey questioned. "Ice cream ,if any of us win ,you have to buy all of us ice cream ,you win,then that's it,your just better"

"And I'm going to win us ice cream ,I'm going to beat your fucking 'record' and shove it in your fat fucking face" he got real close to micheal,chest to chest close. Mikey squinted his eyes and nodded "alright! If any of you guys win and beat me,I'll use my chore money to buy every one ice cream!" He threw his hands up,he didn't want to bother fighting,but he got cocky and believed no one could beat him.

Every one got a stake and took turns writing their names on it,once that was done,mikey sat on the swing ,stake in hand,and began to push himself back and forth till he got high enough,and then jumped off. He was in the air for a bit before his feet came down and hit the ground,landing 10 feet (more or less) away from the swing ,and stabbed the stake into the ground,turning around to face the group with a stupid smile and walked back over "who's next?"

Amanda followed next, getting high enough before jumping too,she landed about half way ,on her feet,she shoved the stake into the ground and struck a pose,being in gymnastics and cheerleading helped her but not enough.

Next was lamar,both Franklin and Lester helping him by pushing him on the swing ,trying to get as much power to launch him,and when he jumped,he derailed mid air and ended up to the side,they argued about wether or not that counted or if he should get a redo ,instead mikey said "he still jumped from the swing so it counts,and he didn't get far",so a really pissed Lamar stomped the stake into the ground and tossed his hat around because he couldn't get a redo.

Lester's turn was next but heights made him nervous so he gave up patheticly and just put the stake right under the swing and let Franklin get his turn. Franklin did ok,better than Lamar but not as good as Amanda or of course,mikey. He cussed a little but he beat his own record that time so he had that.

Mikey acted all cocky ,every one was doing horribly and his money was safe,for now.

"You just wait,your going to be crying real soon" trevor gave him that mean and nasty look ,and doing the 'I'm watching you' thing with his fingers.

Wade was next,he did about as good as you expected ,he got nervous and didn't get that high up,ended up about 2 feet ,that's the best he's done belive it or not "I juth got nerthus ok?" And did the walk of shame back.

Some how ron did the worst between wade and Lamar take off wise, Trevor was pushing him,incredibly rough and hard ,and forced him of when he thought he had enough momentum or some shit. he landed about a feet behind Amanda's but fell face first into the ground ,making snapping sound, he lifted his head and his glasses were snapped in half (again) and got a mouth full of dirt,rocks and dried cut grass,wich sucked because he has braces,Have fun getting that out,once he was done spitting he got his stick into the ground

Trevor rubbed his nose,and with force took the scrunchies from Amanda's wrist and put his nasty bowl cut mullet up in a pony tail and hopped on the swing seat. He went back and forth ,getting high,really way actually ,if he went any higher he'd make a full 360 on the swing,then he took the jump.

Every one had gotten their stakes into the ground,except for trevor. Mikey looked back at him "What? Scared? Not gonna do it? Gonna admit defeat?" He got face to face with him,smug smile "it's ok if you change your mind" he crossed his arms.

Every one watched as trevor was up real high and getting quite a distance practicly flying through the air,but on his way down he started to fall a bit funny,his toes barley grazed the ground, and he landed on his arm,making a loud CRACK noise and it got real quiet,even the crickets got quiet ,mikey nervously walked over ,and tapped trevor with his foot "Hey trev? You ok? ...Trev? T? Trevor???". Trevor sat there quietly and shifted a little,suddenly it wasn't quiet any more ,because trevor began to scream bloody murder.

Every one sat In the clinics lobby,waiting to be picked up by designated adults ,but were killing time by signing Trevor's arm cast. Every one but mikey,he was sitting across with his arms crossed and he looked pissed. Trevor looked over "awww you mad? Mad thay you have to buy us icecream!?" He laughed and kicked his legs frantically as he did. Mikey stood up "no I'm not done arguing! Because it dose not count! You broke your arm?!" And he pointed to the cast

"But his feet hit the ground first! We all saw it!" Amanda looked up from Trevor's cast ,decorating it with a few hearts.

"But he broke his arm?!"

"And? He made the jump and landed farther than you? I think your just a sore looser" Franklin snickered as he finished writing on the cast.

About an hour went by and every one was taken home or walked home. Trevor and micheal stayed behind, outside the clinic ,sitting on the grass

"Are you actually pissed at me? " trevor looked over to mikey

"What?"

"Are you pissed? That I beat you?"

"No I'm upset" Micheal awnsered him

"So your upset at me?" Trevor questioned

"No I'm upset at myself"

Trevor stared at him,confused on what he ment by that "why?"

"Look at your fucking arm,it was in half"

Trevor was still confused "you didn't break my arm dumbass,I fell on it"

"I know I didn't break it directly ,but I feel like it's some how my fault,I'm just concerned you know?"

"You should be more concerned about your money ,because you LOST and I WON"

Mikey rolled his eyes but smiled ,feeling less like a horrible friend "let's go home ,it's going to get dark,wanna stay over?" He asked and stood up,giving trevor a hand

"fuck yeah,also are you going to sign my cast or not?! I saved a spot and if you don't fill it I'll draw a dick instead"

Mikey pulled out the sharpie from earlier and wrote 'Trev's #1 Friend ,Mikey'

[itsdanii]

Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

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The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

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You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

-

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

-

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

-

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

-

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

-

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

-

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

-

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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[literate-simp]

BEING BESTIES W/ SOME JJK CHARACTERS; Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojou and Sukuna.

Notes: Look. I know we all simp terribly for our husbandos/waifus but I just wanted to write a simple hc about what it's like to be their besties

Warning(s): slight cursing. I indulged too much on Sukuna.

Includes: gn! reader, fluff, chaotic energy, mentions of romance (just light)

Itadori Yuji

He's friends with everyone, says hi to strangers and probably would be besties with every old lady he meets so it wasn't hard to be friends with him.

But the second he becomes besties with you, shit's gonna get borderline chaotic.

3AM and y'all can't sleep? McDonald's parking lot with an abandoned shopping car would sound damned fine. You both remember the moment as 'Chicken Nuggies and the Wind' since he t-posed on the moving cart whilst eating nuggies (you both almost scratched a Ferari).

If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer in training, he'd still try to sneak you in his room to watch some movies. You with the snacks, leaving Yuji in charge of the movie picking (you can't decide to save your life)

Cuddles! Nothing wrong with besties cuddling. He's extremely respectful to your s/o (if you have one) and are probably good friends with them too!

Though the second you come to him crying, they were already being patched up in the hospital. Won't hit a woman, against his morals, but he will make sure she never speaks to you again.

Understanding, chaotic besties! An arm around your shoulder when someone's obviously making you uncomfortable, he's the one barking when he sees someone slip something into your drink.

The friend to help you find your way out of a frat house. Makes sure you're getting touched with your consent and sober. All you need to do is give him a sign that you're alright and he'll give you a thumbs up before leaving.

Definitely the friend you'd open up to (about anything) and not be treated differently after so.

You told him about your problems a few minutes prior. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. And you were worried he might leave you for it.

"Ey, Y/N. Wanna go to McDonald's again? I think they have that burger you like," He blurts, catching you off guard. You raise your eyebrows before smiling gratefully.

"Sounds great, Itadori."

You guys talk about women with butts all the time. Not out of thirst or anything, it would just be a random thought that comes up and one of you would contribute to the other. You once mentioned something about Jennifer Lawrence and he would not stop talkinf about her. It was hilarious how much he was drooling.

You wear his hoodies and he's fine with it. Thinks you look good in them. Sukuna teases you both about your relationship and Yuji slaps his mouth shut before he says anything more.

"You look great in them, Y/N," Itadori grins, rummaging through his closet to find more hoodies.

"Thank you. They're pretty comfy," You mention the fabric and the fluffiness. He listens to you intently before Sukuna pops out from his cheek.

"Ehhh? This is the one you think about everyday--," Itadori has never slapped his cheek so hard before in his life.

Megumi Fushiguro

Honestly, pretty chill dude.

He has a small group of people he trusts, and a smaller one to which he considers to be his good friends.

So to be his best friend, you must've gained a huge amount of respect from him; saved him, maybe even overheard something you shouldn't have and kept quiet about it on your own accord.

You would have a 'you aren't comfortable with it, so I'm not forcing anything' vibe to which he would be relieved to know. Though even so, you are the more hyper one in the platonic relationship.

Outings would consist of trips to libraries or quiet nights on the couch with your legs entangled together with lo-fi music playing in the background.

Not much talking, Megumi likes to keep to himself and you have no problem with the comfortable silence you both bring together.

Though sometimes it gets too quiet so you annoy the hell out of him to get his attention; cheek poking, soft arm punches, slight pushing.

Megumi ignores this, finding your actions a bit cute. If it gets too annoying, he will get up and leave, having you trail behind him, whining like a child wanting candy.

Yuji would join in. Definitely. Nobara too if she was bored enough.

"Megumi~ I want your attention~," You whine, running after the raven-haired man.

"Yeah! Yeah! Pay attention to Y/N!" Yuji supports you. You clap your hands together, only to be hit with a shoe by Megumi.

He would never do anything outside of your comfort zone. If you had an s/o, they both would be neutral with each other.

If you were to get hurt from said s/o, they would leave your house with a bloody knuckle. He wouldn't hit a girl, but he definitely will destroy whatever life she has outside of your relationship with her.

Parties are a no-go for him, unless his friends force him to. He's the designated driver with three other drunk children (Hint; Yuuji, Nobara and you). He wouldn't carry anyone else but you back to your room.

"Jeez, Y/N. You should know how to handle your alcohol," Megumi sighs, laying you on top of your bed gently and pulling the covers up.

"Nngh. Didn't know it was alcohol," You groaned. He smiles, patting your cheek before getting up to leave.

"I'll get you some painkillers in the morning, alright?"

You can wear his sweatshirts if you annoy him about it (he secretly likes how comfortable you are around him). He thinks you look charming in them, Yuji never shuts up about your friendship. It's the few times he's seen Megumi genuinely smile.

Nobara Kugisaki

Radiates bad bitch energy.

It isn't easy in the first stages since she has standards with friends but the second you both find something similar about each other, it's an immediate ride-or-die friendship.

You would need a major backbone, 'I'm too hot for this bs' kinda vibe (it's canon that the reader is a bad bitch, periodt). You would have arguments with her but it's pretty basic stuff like the perfect colour for nailpolish or whether Maki deserves the Earth or the universe (you both agree it's the universe).

Outings consists of shopping malls and popular cafes. You take selfies everytime you see something relatively new.

Talk about anything under the sun -- newest trends, new food to try out, Maki -- but her favourites are hearing you talk about your day. If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, she'd visit your apartment, give you a hug and sit on the couch to listen to you blabber away about something that isn't related to curses or death. She needs time to rewind and you never mention how vulnerable she looks when she's tired.

"Uh-huh and what happens next?" Nobara asked, carressing your hair as you lay on her lap.

"He wouldn't stop following us! It was so creepy! No means no right? Like why would you waste your energy following a group of friends who aren't interested?" You ranted on. Nobara simply nods in agreement, smiling at your annoyed face.

She doesn't mind your s/o, probably would just say hi before leaving you two alone. She doesn't have a problem about her friends having a relationship, she does, however, gets pissed that she isn't in one.

If you come to her crying about them, she would slither in some 'fuckin told you they were gonna do it' or 'I told you so'. Though it makes you upset, you know she's gonna trash their house the second you leave the room.

Your (now) ex would suddenly be cancelled beyond belief, you wouldn't know what happened to them.

Despite the bad bitch personality, you are the more patient one.

Parties is a yes. She comes in as a self-confident woman and will leave self-confident and drunk. She's the life of the party and pulls you into conversations to keep you company. Even if you don't contribute much to the conversation, she makes sure you aren't out of her sight. She's not the type to bring a friend to a party and leave them the second after. She cares about you even if her way of showing was a bit too pushy.

You share clothes with her and she'll give you comments about it.

"The shirt doesn't fit. No, no. The other one. Yeah, that one."

"Who cares if people say you aren't supposed to wear skirts? Your ass rocks better in those than mine. Just take them."

Personally likes dressing you up, doesn't like dressing you up for dates though. Still doesn't know why.

Gojou Satoru

God, the willpower you have to even tolerate this man is immense.

It's not hard to be his friend, all you have to do is do something that amuses him and he'll keep teasing you about it.

In this platonic relationship, you're the more calm one. People call you to take care of Gojou constantly, and you're the only one he allows to scold him.

He goes for missions half the time so it's rare to see you both go for outings. The most you've been together outside of Jujustu Tech and work hours was in a bar with Nanami (you both bond over the fact that Gojou is terrible to work with). He got too drunk and started slurring his words.

"Y/N~ stohp flirting with Nanamin and talk to meee," He whines, pinching your cheeks as you sigh.

"We are simply talking about your bad work habits, Satoru," Nanami answers whilst shaking his head, downing another drink before he gets up to leave. "I'll take him home, rest well Y/N."

"Noooo, I want Y/N!"

A needy best friend. Constantly asks for attention. If you ignored him, he would only make the situation slightly more annoying -- similar to Megumi's Y/N, the basic cheek poking and whining.

Your s/o would probably hate him, he's a bit too flirty and likes to hug you in public. People mistake you both for a couple rather than the s/o at hand. Don't be surprised if it's the main reason your relationships don't end well.

If you come to him upset because of them, he wouldn't waste a second to zoom to your shared apartment and 'deal' with the person. Would come back with a smile and some takoyaki. No blood on him since he used his infinity.

Parties are alright with him. He's the cool flirty dude everyone seems to fawn over. Would accompany you for half an hour, only to leave with another chick to a nearby bedroom. You never end up partying with him after opening the God forsaken door and he's never stopped trying to make it up to you.

Other than the traumatic event, he'd a bit of a douche but still tries to look for you in the crowd. He waves once he sees you and flashes a reassuring smile before continuing his talk with the others.

You don't share clothes with him simply because it's Gojou. Who knows when the last time he washed his clothes.

Though he's willing to share. You're just more reluctant, really. Finds it cute when his shirts are slightly bigger than you. If you're built bigger than he is, he would like how tight it looks on your body.

"Starting to think you look better in my clothes than I am. And that's a pretty good compliment." He grins.

Hates the fact you never take his compliments seriously. Says it from the bottom of his heart, he really thinks you're charming.

Ryomen Sukuna

God, was it hard trying to befriend this curse of a man. An asshole, he stuck his feet out to trip you over multiple times before cackling like a damned demon (which he is).

Though you're always genuine with him. You liked having conversations with him and listen to him boast about himself for hours. Guess that's when he saw you as a close acquaintance.

Would never tell you you're his best friend. Never. Not once. Him simply acknowledging you was enough for everyone to know he favored one person.

Being friends with Sukuna meant being friends Yuji. Itadori always apologizes on his behalf and you would always laugh, telling him it's alright. Sukuna gets annoyed by this though.

"Stupid human. Who do you think you are being all mush with this useless vessel of mine?" He sneered the second he could pop out. You shrugged, taking some popcorn to feed him.

"He's a pretty good guy. You should cut him some slack," You answered, stuffing some popcorn to your face as well

Will constantly threaten to kill you but you never paid heed. You know you're his only friend. You don't agree with his actions but you find the curse interesting.

Literally the only person who's allowed to tease him. You get away with things most curses would get killed from. You once hand him super hot sauce for his pancakes and he glared at you for the remainder of his time being conscious in Yuji's body. You found the plate broken with a fork stabbed through it.

You aren't allowed to go on outings with Sukuna (obviously) so you both spend your time within Yuji's room. Not allowed to go out since everyone'll freak out seeing Yuji with tattoos resembling the King of Curses.

"Humans are so boring," Sukuna groaned, his head on the bedstand. "All they do is just sit around doing nothing but scroll through their stupid boxes." You smiled at him.

"Not my fault you commit mass genocide for fun. I'd say we're pretty passive."

He would literally never care about your love life. Still has the old man mentality that romance meant sex and that was about it. If they were to meet, the curse would just roll his eyes and turn the other way.

Getting hurt by your s/o results to hurtful teasing and bloodshed. No in-between, no nothing. He wouldn't know how to comfort you properly so he'd send Yuji in his place. Would sit at the back of Yuji's mind getting pissed that he was hugging and rubbing your back gently as if he couldn't have done it himself (literally sent Yuji only to judge him).

Not allowed to go out so parties is also a no-go BUT since this is just a headcanon, let's imagine it's college AU.

College AU Sukuna would love parties -- he throws them, orders his friends to invite hot girls and frat guys. And invites you himself. No one would know you were friends since he never mentions it but will literally choke anyone who looks at you like you're a piece of candy.

Gets way too drunk and probably have railed 3 people to cloud 9 in a matter of 2 hours but still go out just to check up on you. He doesn't necessarily care but he hates having the sick feeling that you were in possible danger somewhere he wouldn't be able to see you.

Stare at you for a good 3 seconds before leaving you alone. You'd never know he was there.

Clothes! His clothes are Yuji's and he barely even keeps his shirts in tact. Does he care whether you wear it or not? No.

Is he pissed? Slightly.

This took me two days, I'm not sure if it sounds canon anymore. Anyways, thank you for reading!

♡︎ literate-simp

[dreamifics]

Oneshot

A day with the Avengers..

Avengers x Y/N (all platonic, maybe a bit of loki pining..)

The whole avengers entered the part of the compound where a busy Y/N is.. S/he was busy with and was doing things all over the place.

"What are you doing?" Natasha cautiously asks, the remaing avengers behind her..

"None ofnshahana.." S/he utters without looking up from what s/he's doing..

"What?" Tony questioned confused..

"She said none ofnshahana, Mr. Stark.." Peter answered..

"What--No Peter--"

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Sam asks again, and it pushed one of Y/N's buttons..

"I'm doing something for me and it's called NONE OF YOUR FU,--.."

"Languange!" Steve yelled, this time Y/N looked up and rolled her/his eyes..

"Ugh, didn't see you there Capsicle!" S/he said sarcastically causing Steve to shake his head either in amusement or disappointment. It's really hard to tell..

"What are you working on, Y/N?" Natasha continue to ask the questions..

"Nothing, school project!" Y/N answered going back to whatever s/he's doing..

"Didn't you graduate school like five years ago.." Wanda chirped in..

"Oh..Did I say school project?I meant--hahaha!" S/he laughs nervously, Y/N faked a cough.. This made all the Avengers more suspicious of his/her actions..

"I meant just a project.." S/he answered timidly and focuses back to whatever s/he was doing.

"Is it dangerous?" Vision asks as the others wait for Y/N's answer..

"Umm--Not that I can think of.."

"Alright then!Let's drink, throw the party Stark!" Thor announced, he only received glares from the rest..

"No, were not leaving unless we find out what Y/N's working on.." Stark whispers as he lead them away from Y/N's earshot.

"I have a plan Mr. Stark!" Peter pitched in..

"No, I don't want you to get hurt son.." Tony subconsciously called Peter son.. Which he regrets but he had no time for that.

"Di-Did you just call me son?" Peter was in the verge of tears, he finally had a father figure in his life..

"What?!No!I mean---nevermind kid, I need to find out what Y/N's working on!" Tony left but Peter followed him..

"But Dad--i mean Mr. Stark!"

"I love being here!" Thor said earning a praise from the others.. A eerie silence passed by and no one has talked..

"Wanna bet on what Y/N's working on?" Sam broke the deafening silence. All the remaing heroes seemed to agree on Sam's idea..

"Hell yeah!" Clint cheered while crossing his arms.

"Sure, im bored anyways.." Natasha answered while leaning on the wall..

"I bet my 20 dollars, that Y/N's working on a kind of laser end of the world thing.." Clint took out his 20 dollars and showes it to everyone.

"That doesn't make sense.." Natasha countered Clint..

"Well, it does to me.." Clint just rolled his eyes to Natasha 

"Fine, I bet 50 bucks that Y/N's working on some kind of serum.." Natasha offered..

"Specify what kind of serum she's making.." Bruce questioned while working something in his phone..

"I don't know Bruce, I don't have fancy diplomats like you do.."

"I bet 10 dollars that Y/N's working on something related to me!" Thor said proudly with a cheeky grin on his face.

"What?That's stupid!" Sam utter.

"Like your plans?" Bucky jokes, making the rest laugh except for Sam..

"Oooh!Sick burn, Buck!" Clint high five Bucky but he was just confused..

"Okay!" Clint said in disappointment.

"Just bet you guys!" Sam was growing impatient.

"I bet that--" Wanda didn't even finish her sentences when Sam cut her off..

"Not you.."

"Why?" She asks..

"You can read minds, I'm not gonna risk my money, Wanda.."

"I don't read people's mind without their permission!" Wanda counteracts.

"You sure?" Vision questioned knowing that his girlfriend was lying..

"Fine!Let's just go and watch Seinfield.." Wanda scoffs and pulled Vision into their share bedroom.

"Alright, call T'Challa and ask him if he wants in.." Clint points at Nat but she mouthed 'no".

"Why not?"

"You're seriously bringing the king of Wakanda into a stupid bet?" Natasha was seriously surrounded by stupid heroes..

"Fine, just call Shuri.." Now Clint has just earned a slap from Black Widow..

"Hey!Why did you do that?!" He shrieks..

"We are not calling anyone!" Natasha lost her patience..

"Scott Lang?" Clint slowly asks..

"No--Maybe.." She gave up, there was nothing keeping Clint from calling their resources.

"Yes!" Clint excitedly leaves to call Scott..

"What about you, Cap?" Sam asks..

"I'm going for a run.." Steve said while almost half way to the door.

"Boooring!" Sam teases, he turns to Bucky..

"What about you Barnes?"

"I bet that this bet is stupid, and I'm going to run with Steve.."

"Geez, what a fun couple.." Natasha mutters, Sam just shrugged it off and focuses on Banner.

"What about you Bruce?"

"Very busy.." Banner answered, not looking up from his phone..

"Alrighty then, so Clint has 20 dollars on lasers, Romanoff's 50 bucks is on a serum, and thor's 10 dollars is on himself? And me!Well I bet 100 dollars that Y/N is working on a weapon to destroy humanity!" Sam recapped quickly..

"Woah, geez Sam.. Not so dark!" Natasha scolds.

"What?I just said she's working on a weapon, I never said she would use it!"

"Still that's so horrid!" Natasha groaned at Sam.. Suddenly Clint was back and he came from one of the vents..

"Hey--I just got off the phone with Scott, he said he bets 10 dollars that Y/N is working on a device that will turn him/herself into a--horse?" Clint explained confused..

"Wait--that's so detailed.." Bruce wondered..

"I know, but hey, easy money!" Clint toss his phone back into his pockets..

"Alright, let's wait on what Stark would be able to find.." Sam announced as they all walk towards Tony's office.

"Your money's mine, Romanoff!" Clint jokes..

"Your wife's mine, Barton.." Natasha smirks and sashay her way to their destination.

"What?" Clint said in a sad tone, he stopped on his tracks as Natasha's word replayed in his mind.

"Let's just find Stark.." Sam pats Clint's back as a sign of comfort, his friend just nod and followed Natasha.

Some of the Avengers were sitting on the living room watching a movie when a loud scream followed by a--

"I HAVE DONE IT!! BWAHAHAHAH!" interrupted them..

Sam came rushing out of his room with a bathrobe covering his body.. There were still soap in his face and hair, he was obviously in a hurry.

"Did you guys hear that?!" He asks..

"Yepp, sounds like a mad scientist to me.." Natasha answered while the others try to focus on the tv.

"LOL, yeah.." Steve was trying on some slangs he heard from Peter and Y/N.. But when he said that, they only gave him weird stares.

"Cap, that's very weird.." Sam whispered to the super soldier.

"I agree.." Bucky agreed.

"Wh-Why?"

"Just-Just don't.." Natasha didn't want to explain that it was weird seeing a fossil say slangs.. Steve was just heartbroken, he tried to fit in but that seems impossible.

"Anyways, Stark said he found something.." Wanda change the topic of their conversation.. They all gave her a thank you look.

"Alright!" Tony's voice boomed out throughout the whole place, he walked up to them..

"Hello, everyone.. No need for applause, I just find out what Y/N was inventing!"

"Yes!Wooh!" They all cheer as they ready their money.. The tension was on just like when Tony and Steve had a petty fight.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please tell Y/N to come to the living room." Tony said to his A.I .

"Calling Y/N, sir.."

"Y/N is coming, sir.."

They all seem giddy and excited to what Stark found, the money in their hands was getting hot as the seconds pass.. Y/N walked in, s/he was covered in hair, it kinda looks like it belonged to an animal..

"Make it fast, Stark..I'm a busy person.." Y/N's voice pulled everyone out of their minds and back to the current situation.

"I just found out what your working on.." Tony blurts out, it made Y/N gasps..

"Wh-What?!How dare you?!"

"And to settle all the bets, I will announce it to everyone.." Tony continue, this was the cherry on top of Y/N's anger..

"You bitch!"

"Languange!" Steve was already wired to say that everytime he hears a profanity but this was obviously not a good time.

"Shut up, Capsicle!" Y/N and Tony both shushed him, he flops back down to his seat..

"Don't you dare disobey me, Stark!"

"Y/N has been working on a device that will turn her into a horse!" Y/N gasps, she felt her heart dropped on the floor..

"Peter is Stark's true son!" Y/N blurted out due to panic in his/her mind..

"What?!" The rest shout at the same time, they were confused on what's going on..

"Peter is not my son, but Y/N is building a device that will turn her/himself into a horse.." Tony explained making everyone calm down a little..

"So, Scott won?" Clint asks dumbfounded, he just lost his money.

"No!This bet is stupid anyways!No one won, this bet is cancelled!" Sam shouts, he just bet a hundred dollars and he was so sure that Y/N was creating a machine to destroy humanity.

"I told you this bet is stupid.." Bucky whisper shouts to Sam but he didn't listen and just gave Bucky the finger..

"I think, I think the bigger issue is Y/N's weird---fondness on horses.." Vision stated..

"Ugh!" Y/N glared at all of them..

"This is your fault Stark!I would kill you if I didn't love Morgan!"

"Do it then!" Stark taunts causing everyone to try and calm the situation down.

"Woah, woah calm down.." Bucky intervenes..

"Y/N what's with this horse thing?" Steve asks causing Y/N to blush and back down.

"Ha ha!Petty humans.." Thor was standing from a far spot away from the rest and just watching with popcorn in hand.

"Well.." Y/N muttered..

"Explain.." Natasha ordered.

"Fine, but first.." Y/N oblied, ,s/he had a soft spot for Natasha due to their one similarity.. And that's to piss off Stark..

"Is Loki here?" Y/N asks in a hush tone.

"No, he's still sleeping.." Wanda answered.. This answer made Y/N relax, s/he sits down on one of the chairs..

"Now tell us everything!" Natasha barks.

"Alright!"

"This information that I'm about to tell you is very confidential, if I find out that this gets to Loki I would kill every one of you.." Y/N threatens causing some of them to be scared.. Y/N was a brutal killer, and s/he was even worse than the Winter Soldier  .

"S-Sure.." They all stutter, obviously scared of what information Y/N was about to drop..

"I was reading a book about Norse mythology, and stumble upon a story about.." Y/N couldn't bring herself to say the rest..

"About what?" Sam asks curiously..

"About Loki and a horse.." Y/N finally utters..

"What's with loki and a horse?" Steve questioned..

"He--Umm, I can't do it!" Y/N panicked and broke down..

"Ugh, I'll take matter on my own hands.." Tony said, earning a little applause from the rest of the Avengers.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, search and read the story about Loki and the horse?" Tony was unsure that this even exist..

"Oh god.." Thor whispers under his breath as it daunts to him, slowly backing away from everyone..

"Sleipnir was the eight-legged horse born of Loki, and belonged to Odin. Loki gave birth to Sleipnir after turning himself into a female horse when his father demanded he sabotage the work of a craftsman from being able to complete the fortification of Asgard in one season.." The A.I read the information it got.. They all seem dumbfounded, Y/N seems embarrassed and was shifting weight to every part of her body.. Thor was just shaking his head in disappointment..

"WHAT THE FRACK Y/N?!" Natasha questions..

"DID YOU DO ALL OF THE HORSE THING TO HAVE SEX WITH LOKI?!" Wanda asked..

"No!I was just curious if--umm he was attracted to horse.."

"Why not just buy a horse?!" Sam asks.

"Because--"

"That's just a myth Y/n!" Bucky shouts at Y/N..

"And how do you know that?!"

"God, just ask Loki out the normal human way!" Clint utters as he hide his face in disappoint.

"Bu--"

"No buts, you're banned from my lab.." Tony cut Y/N off..

"Why?!" This causes outrage to Y/N..

"You were doing weird things in there!"

"That's unreasonable!You have sex there with Pepper and you don't see me bitching about that!" Y/N blurted out, the rest suddenly felt weird and just gave each other looks.

"How the hell do you know about that?" Tony questioned..

"Well Pepetony, if you two would have sex make sure no one's around to see it!"

"Shut up!You're grounded!" Tony was mad, he didn't knew that someone knows about that..

"You're not my dad!" Y/N answered..

"But I'm in charge!"

"Of the bills?Yeah!But Steve is really the one in charge, right Cap?" Y/N looked over to Steve but he panics and stands up fast.

"Uhh--I'm going for a walk!" Steve excused and walked away from this uncomfortable moment.

"Me too!" Some utters as they follow Steve..

"We're all coming!" Natasha announced, walking away she follows everyone outside..

"BYE TONY!" Sam shouts..

"I'm coming too!" Y/N was walking when s/he was stopped by Tony..

"Nope!"

"Son of a gun!"

"I'm also taking you to a therapist.." He announced, but Y/N gave up, s/he was tired and need to rest..

"Ugh, whatever..Imma throw out my horse convertible.."

"That's a stupid name.." Tony mutters..

"Not as stupid as yours.."

"I'm giving you back to Strange.."

"I rather live with Voldemort.." Y/N answered as s/he rolls his/her eyes..

"Ehh, he is weird.." Tony commented..

"Tell me about it, you know his cloak?" Y/N was suddenly intrigued by talking dirt behind Stephen's back but s/he knows that Strange already knows that this is happening..

"Yeah.." Tony answered unsure of what Y/N was pointing out 

"He doesn't wash it.."

"That's disgusting!" Tony gasped and shakes his head..

"I KNOW!"

Loki was sitting from the surveillance room, watching it all happen with a scared Bruce on his side..

"Are--Are they always like this?" He asks..

"Yeah.." Bruce answered, obviously terrified of Loki..

"Fascinating.." Loki said as he relax more into the chair and played with his dagger.. To Bruce, this scared him but he knew that Loki was change.. He was just baffled by his obsession with daggers and how his eyes are always dark.. But he still can't believe that Y/N 's working on a device that will turn her/him to a horse..

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99 🖤🖤

Hello there! You’re officially my last dialogue prompt 🤩 I’m sorry this took so long, anon, I hope you’re gonna like it at least a little 🤓

I don’t take prompts for this challenge anymore. Just wanted to put that out there 😇 There are so many amazing ones on that list, but as of now I have 3 WIPs and one additional one in the works and I’d like to finish them before wtfock ends 😅

Anywho, here you go!

99. “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

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Robbe is going to kill Moyo. 

In fact, he's going to kill all three of his so-called friends because none of them protested when Moyo, tipsy and on his way to drunk, announced that this party sucked and was in dire need of some spice. 

He wishes he had listened to his past self and stayed home just like he had originally planned. It was supposed to be a quiet night in, editing videos or maybe spent in bed rewatching Romeo and Juliet in peace with no broers around to mock his movie choice while stuffing his face with onion chips and pretending the movie does not make him emotional, no sir. The wetness in his eyes must be sweat, not tears.

Then, after the movie would have ended, his sulking levels high, it would be time for his favorite activity of recent - daydreaming about reality in which he actually had the fucking guts to make a proper move instead of turning red everytime a certain someone was in his close proximity; smiling at him with that perfect sweet lovely smile that turned his already gorgeous features so much more beautiful that Robbe could weep.

And doesn’t that sound like a magnificent evening?

It may sound kinda lame, Robbe is a man enough to admit that, but the prospect of spending the night watching his friends salivating over girls they can’t get being the alternative wouldn't be particularly alluring to anyone, he guesses. Especially since he never partakes in that salivating part himself, instead chugging one beer after another and playing his designated role of a wallflower. 

Story of his life.

The whole thing just plain sucks, because it’s not like his friends aren’t well aware of the fact that Robbe’s interests lie elsewhere and that he’s usually bored out of his mind at those parties. But when there’s at least a semi-attractive girl around them they don’t care about anything else but getting her number and Robbe’s not exactly their priority then. In fact, he could well enough not be there at all and it wouldn’t make much difference. It happens every time they drag him along to those parties and every time he just stands there, rolling his eyes on their embarrassing attempts of flirting. 

Not like he’s the master of flirting himself, but even he’s not capable of stooping as low as they usually do.

This time, he reluctantly agreed to come to this one, against his better judgement, after Jens bugged him about it for their entire biology class, trying to convince him it was going to be more of a small gathering rather than a party. And frankly speaking, he did that just to make him shut up so mrs Jansen stopped glaring at him. Like he was the one running his mouth.

Once Robbe said the magic words “I’ll be there” there was no way of getting out of it. Still, his plan was to come by for an hour or two to get the broers of his back, drink a few beers, talk to Jana maybe, and then quietly leave when everyone would be too drunk and too busy tonguing at each other's tonsils to notice he's gone. 

But to his surprise, the party turned out not to be the typical banger they usually attended. It wasn’t even that bad and he was kinda having fun since he wasn't forced to play the guys' sidekick-gay-friend this time around and instead was dragged by Zoe to the kitchen to drink shots with her, Jana and Luca right after he arrived.

However, parties are not really his scene in general so when it started getting really late he finished his last Buttery Nipple shot composed by Luca (don’t ask) and was just about to make an apologetic face at the girls and say his goodbyes. 

But then Noor and Brit arrived. 

With him.

And Robbe almost swallowed his tongue.

Nobody should have the right to look this good but there he was, laughing with Milan in the hall while taking his signature leather jacket off, running a hand through his smooth like silk hair (Robbe's convinced it's indeed very silky) to ruffle it a little like it ever needed any styling, and in general looking like he had just walked out of Robbe's dream straight into Milan's apartment. 

Sander Driesen.

The reason for Robbe’s cheeks being permanently stained pink as of late.

They met at one of those after school clubs led by Amber several weeks ago that Robbe came to only because he agreed (after pretty much being blackmailed into it) to play Aaron’s wingman in winning Amber’s heart. 

He was gone as soon as those green eyes met his and the boy in front of him, wearing a black Bowie t-shirt and a leather jacket, shook his hand while smiling a little unsurely but still friendly, never breaking their eye contact as he introduced himself in a honey-like voice that penetrated every cell of his body, knees buckling a little, heart stuttering, the whole shebang.

He’s still thanking god he managed to hold back the whimper that was about to get out when he was saying his own name back.

Needless to say, the meeting became much more bearable after that.

Even having to witness Aaron’s cringeworthy attempts of gaining Amber’s attention weren’t that bad anymore. Not when they made Sander chuckle under his breath and catch his eye over Amber’s shoulder, winking at Robbe with a mischief dancing in his eyes as he bit his lip to keep his own laugh at bay. 

And then, Amber came up with some stupid “love excercise” or whatever the fuck she called it and made them all hold hands in a circle. She claimed it released stress and spread positivity or some other bullshit, but Robbe was convinced it was just a ploy she came up with to hold the school’s number one fuckboy Senne’s hand (who, if Robbe had to guess, also wasn’t there out of his own free will). 

Robbe wasn’t a very touchy-feely person, especially with people he had no business of touching in the first place so the whole thing was beyond painful. Thankfully, Jana came to his rescue, snatching his right hand as they exchanged smirks over Amber’s lofty speech about positive energy filling their bodies.

But then someone else gently took his other hand and when he went to inspect who it was, annoyance already starting to creep in, his mouth went dry, eyes going up, up, up the person’s leather-clad arm before stopping on Sander’s face, looking far too entertained.

The boy took an overly deep breath, eyes closed and face feigning seriousness, breathing out loudly.

“Ahh, I can already feel that rush of energy,” Sander leaned in to whisper to him, a teasing tilt to his voice making Robbe giggled at his antics. 

“I guess Amber was right then.”

“No no, I don’t think it’s Amber’s techniques, I just think it’s because of you.”

Robbe just gaped at this shameless flirting, receiving another wink when caught blushing deep pink. Sander seemed unfazed though, totally chill, like saying lame lines and winking at boys was in his everyday repertoire. It definitely wasn’t like that for Robbe, and definitely not from boys as cute as Sander.

He should have probably rolled his eyes at him, called him cocky and full of himself. And yet.

There was something about Sander’s demeanor that screamed it was all a facade, and that underneath there was a huge dork that came out right after that guard was let down. Robbe couldn’t even be annoyed with the smug winking because it was adorned with such a cute smile that it called for a fond eye roll rather than scoffing.

Before he could form at least a half cool response, Amber started shushing all of them with a bossy face, glaring at every person that dared to make a sound. So with a rush of sudden boldness, Robbe just squeezed Sander’s hand and looked at him from under his lashes, biting his lip in an attempt at being coy (and cringing at himself internally) despite his body thrumming with nerves standing this close to Sander, and for some unknown reason it brought the desired effect. 

Sander kept smiling at him surreptitiously throughout the entire meeting, making him laugh with his playful faces at some of Amber’s more ridiculous statements, and it felt like they had an entire conversation even though they didn’t exchange one word during that half an hour.

When they were finally free to go home it was after 21, Robbe realized with a whine. After they all collected their things and were ready to leave, Sander turned around in the doorway, searching for Robbe’s eyes while ignoring the rest of their friends crowding against the door, and when Robbe glanced furtively into his direction his expression turned almost bashful as he said bye, Robin.

And then again with the winking.

Good god this boy.

And how cute it was he couldn’t actually wink? It looked more like a reinforced blinking, but he still looked cute doing it.

Once Robbe came back home that evening, thoughts occupied with bleached hair and the smell of leather jacket, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for Sander’s social media. In just one sitting he gathered a handful of information, finding out Sander was a year older and recently transferred to his school (which would explain how he had missed him in the corridors). He also had a photo with Amber down at the bottom of his profile and from the caption it seemed like they were cousins. 

Robbe’s fingers hovered over the ‘follow’ button, but he didn’t want to seem like a stalker so he just closed the app, throwing his phone on his bed in exasperation feeling sorry for himself and his inexperience in talking to boys.

The universe decided to be graceful for him for once in his life though and put Sander on his path again only 3 days later.

Like every Saturday afternoon Robbe was in the skate park with the broers, taking piss of one another’s skills and trying out new tricks while basking in the October sun that felt more like it was full on spring rather than the beginning of fall. He was in the middle of showing off some of his best tricks to the sounds of his friends hollering when he caught sight of bleached hair in his peripheral, almost falling straight on his ass. But luck was on his side and he avoided making a spectacle out of himself. 

Once he was safely on the ground, skateboard under his foot, he glanced in the direction of white hair one more time to see Sander lowering his vintage camera and whistling, making an impressed face and promptly causing Robbe to downcast his eyes bashfully.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Robin.” 

Robbe sighed. “It’s Robbe.”

“I know, but isn’t that a cute nickname?”

Robbe ducked his head, smiling a little to himself, cursing the heat rising in his cheeks. “Are you always this annoying?”

For a moment, Sander seemed to be taken aback, but then he must have noticed the teasing glint in Robbe’s eyes because he relaxed visibly, confidence back on his face.

Then, easily and offhandedly, he said, “No, just with very certain people.”

If Robbe had any doubts before about Sander taking immense pleasure out of teasing him, he didn’t anymore. He was flashed with another mischievous smile and then Sander nodded at the bowl.

“That was pretty awesome.”

“Thanks.” Robbe scratched at the back of his neck self-conciously, ignoring his friends’ intrigued faces and praying they didn’t say anything stupid. “To be honest, these aren’t even that difficult, anybody could do them...”

“Pff, I tried this skateboarding thing once and let me tell you, I was an absolute disaster so don’t sell yourself short.” Sander nudged at his shoulder with a knowing look, the contact sending a shiver through Robbe’s entire body. 

“So what are you doing here if you suck at it?” He sent him a toothy grin when Sander gaped at his brazen words, faux-scandalized. 

He then lifted his camera swiftly and took a photo of Robbe’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m only around this deadly thing to take artsy pictures of cute boys.”

Looking very proud of himself, Sander laughed at his indignant spluttering, refusing to show Robbe the photo at first, giving in a few seconds later under his killer pout (Sander’s words). 

“So, is this where you spend your afternoons?” he asked casually once they sat down at a nearby bench, Sander scrolling through his camera roll and showing him the photos.

Robbe nodded, watching Aaron from afar attempting the backside ollie and failing miserably. It pulled out a snort from Sander.

“Well, you’re definitely better at it than your friends.”

Elbowing him in the side as a sign of loyalty to his friends, he replied. “Jens is actually better than me.”

Sander sent him a curious look. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What?! Eww, no! I have way better taste than that.” It’s not like he’d admit he had crushed on his best friend a year ago. So, hopefully, he sounded convincing.

Sander lifted his hands in surrender, laughing at his outburst. “Okay, okay, message received, only the cutest boys for you,” he paused, biting at his lip to hold his smirk. “Makes sense,” he muttered under his breath, but Robbe heard him anyway.

Later that day, he got a instagram notification that informed him that earthlingoddity was following him as of now and damn if that didn’t make Robbe’s heart beat faster.

earthlingoddity sent you a link

S: Considering today’s unfortunate incident, I made you a bowie playlist, need to teach the youngsters like you the real music 😎😏

The first message from Sander made him scoff, but he rolled his eyes at himself anyway when he remembered his conversation with him at the skatepark, asking about the shirt and prompting Sander to quiz him about David Bowie’s songs.

Robbe hid his face in his hands at the mere memory.

Space Cowboy.

How embarrassing. 

Sander tried so hard not to burst out laughing at Robbe’s confusion when his answer was met with a blank stare, bless him.

R: So you're one of those people?

S: What people?

R: Self-righteous hipsters 😜

S: Now now Robin

No need for names 😩

R: It's Robbe

R o b b e

S: Okay Robin ;)

R: 🙄

Unbelievable

S: So 

What's up? 🙃

They kept up at this casual texting for 2 recent weeks, getting to know each other, and Sander confirming that he does, in fact, have a soft side. Robbe also realized he was a much bolder person when no face to face interaction was required when he had more time before responding to Sander. Then there were the occasional “hellos” at school when they crossed paths in the halls, but so far their friendship, if he could even call it that, hadn’t evolved further.

In fact, this party was the first time Robbe had seen him in a week.

Their eyes met for a few short seconds and Robbe waved at him, immediately after wanting to bang his head at the table because who the fuck waves these days? 

Sander didn’t seem to mind this dorky display at all, beaming at him from across the hallway and not paying much attention to Milan who was talking his ear off. A second later, he was out of Robbe’s sight, dragged by Milan and the girls to the living room, leaving him staring longingly after him. 

Before Robbe got his shit together and on shaky legs went there to maybe squeeze out a few words to him, Moyo was already on his way of arranging people into a circle and producing a bottle to spin. 

What a bad fucking timing.

This was so not Robbe’s idea of fun so he started to surreptitiously backing off to the hall to slide out the door but Jana, the traitor, grabbed his arm and sat him next to her, seeming very excited about the game.

It’s not like he was the only one reluctant to play though. Sander’s face looked rather bemused too.

“Come oooon, Sander,” Noor groaned at him, pulling at his sleeve relentlessly to make him plop his butt on her left side. “You promised to leave that sulky slash lovesick face at home and have fun. This is fun!”

“I think we have a different definition of fun, darling,” he retorted, his gaze sweeping through the half-drunk faces, stopping at Robbe’s for a millisecond. It was so quick he thought he imagined the apprehensive look on his face, but then Sander did sit down, letting out a long-suffering sigh and promptly avoided his gaze throughout the game. Which was clearly an intentional effort because they sat exactly opposite each other.

To say Robbe was confused would be an understatement.

And that’s how he finds himself here, sitting in a circle amongst his friends and several strangers who keep hollering and shoving tongues in each other’s throats. He had one close call when the bottle spinned by a redhead girl almost pointed at him, making him hold his breath but then stopping on Moyo sitting on his other side, who was way more eager to fill the deed.

When it’s finally Sander’s turn to spin the bottle, Robbe's heart starts beating double time and he twists his fingers nervously. He realizes with dread that there is no good outcome of this situation; if it lands on any of his friends or any of those few people he only vaguely recognizes, he’s going to have to watch Sander play tonsil tennis with them and his stomach turns unpleasantly with something akin to jealousy at the mere thought. 

But if it lands on him?

Oh god.

The bottle is spinning already, Robbe having missed the moment Sander put it in motion, too busy wrangling with his thoughts about what he should do. The fact Sander has been avoiding his eyes ever since they started this stupid game makes him even more nervous about the whole thing. 

Then the bottle stops, pointing at him so accurately that it leaves no room for question.

And Sander’s face positively falls.

Sitting near him Jens and Moyo are giving him subtle thumbs up and not so subtle shit-eating grins with Aaron next to them clearly confused at their behavior all the while Sander looks like he’s in pain.

Eyes glued to the floor, body rigid, looking like he’d want to be anywhere but here.

People are staring at them, waiting for something to happen and Robbe feels nauseous.

And so humiliated. 

How could he misinterpret Sander’s behavior so much? And it’s not even that, not really. Does the idea of kissing him disgusts him that much he can’t even give him one stupid kiss to avoid putting Robbe on the spot?

From the corner of his eye he can see Noor elbowing Sander in the side and there’s an entire conversation happening between them without one word being uttered. 

Then, several things happen at once. The boys let go of any subtlety and start whooping and hollering like they want to force Sander to make some kind of move, there’s a loud whack coming from the kitchen where one of the couples went to continue their PDA so Jana and Zoe get up to check the damage and then Adi, who has been rummaging through the liquor cabinet for the last ten minutes, yells that he found a ten year old whiskey, making the broers scrambling off the floor to get their hands on it.

The rest of the people are still here with them though. Still staring. And Sander still seems to be rooted to the spot.

And Robbe has had enough. 

Ignoring Noor’s soft Robbe, he gets up and with a heavy heart almost runs to the door, putting his jacket on in a haste, frustration and shame cursing through his body as he runs down the stairs two step at a time, wanting to get outside as fast as he can.

The cold air washes over him once he reaches the entrance and he breaths in shakily, feeling his eyes welling up despite his hardest efforts not to cry.

It just hurts. It really hurts. And if he’s being honest with himself, the fact that there have been witnesses to his humiliation is a small part of the reason why he feels this way. It’s about the fact that it was Sander.

Sander. This boy who let him believe there may actually be someone interested in him. In that way. Sander, who flirted with him, complimented him, smiled at him, listened to him and sent him Bowie playlists.

Sander, who he felt more connected to recently than to any of his friends. 

He wipes at his eyes angrily, scoffing at the fact that this asshole was able to make him cry, when he hears rushed steps on the sidewalk behind him.

“Robbe!”

Walking faster, he tries to ignore the sound until there’s a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks. He turns around ready to blow out in Sander’s face but the boy is faster.

“I’m so sorry for that,” he pants, voice tinted with desperation, apologies written across his face as his eyes flit all over Robbe’s like he’s trying to read his mind.

But Robbe only lets out a humorless laugh. “No worries, I understand, you were very clear. Point taken,” he sneers, starting to walk again.

“No, you don’t understand,” Sander pleads with him, taking his hand in his own to keep him from leaving. Robbe wants to pull it back, but the distressed look in Sander’s eyes makes him hesitate. “I didn’t want our first kiss to be a part of some stupid game. Not when I spent weeks trying to come up with a perfect scenario for our first kiss in my head.”

Robbe promptly loses his breath at his confession. 

“You wanted to kiss me before?” 

“Ever since I saw you,” Sander confirms in a small voice. His demeanor lacks the confidence Robbe got acquainted with, ripped of any trace of the usual conckiness. Instead, Sander appears almost shy, biting his lip nervously as if waiting for a blow and heart-breaking rejection.

There won’t be a rejection though. Not tonight. 

Without second-guessing himself, Robbe takes that one step that still separates them and seals their lips together, hands drifting to Sander’s rosy cheeks on their own, like there was a magnet pulling them in. Sander is stunned at first, his lips unresponsive, but it only takes about three seconds for his brain to catch up and then.

Then.

Then there’s Chernobyl in Robbe’s head.

Fuck.

The way this boy kisses.

Phew.

Robbe’s brain shuts off as Sander’s mouth moves over his with intention, sliding together in a rhythm that leaves him breathless. It’s almost impossible to keep all the noises that threaten to escape inside, one small whimper getting out without Robbe’s accord, but it’s okay because it gets swallowed by Sander’s unyielding lips right after it leaves Robbe’s, making Sander pull him even closer.

Eventually, they have to stop, getting dizzy from the lack of air. When their mouths do separate though it’s only for a centimeter and they keep panting in that small space between them, soon breaking out in quiet giggles.

“I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you too. Ever since that stupid meeting,” Robbe admits, feeling brave and like he’s floating on air, no confession scary enough right now. Sander looks very pleased with his words, and Robbe can feel the telltales of his regular confident smile coming back to his face under his lips when Sander pecks him softly.

Then, he draws back, regarding Robbe with eyes full of mischief.

“I only joined to meet you.”

That makes Robbe cock his brow in surprise and he searches his face for a lie or at least a joke, but he doesn’t find any. “You saw me before?”

There’s a pause and then Sander’s smile turns softer. “I saw you the first day of school.”

And, wow. He did not expect such a turn of events. 

“You were sitting at a lunch table with your friends, deep in thought, looking so beautiful you took my breath away. It felt like I saw an angel.”

Blood floods Robbe’s cheek and he drops his eyes under Sander’s intense gaze, because he’s not used to such praise, or praise whatsoever. And then there’s Sander, looking at him like he’s something precious, like he hung the moon and stars, touching him so gently and kissing him so passionately and Robbe feels like passing out.

Sander must have sensed he was getting overwhelmed because he chuckles quietly and cradles his cheek in his palm, thumb sweeping under his eye in a soothing motion as he leaves a few small kisses on his other cheek, melting Robbe in a pile of goo right there on the sidewalk, quiet night around them.

Once he pulls himself together, he can’t resist the tugging at the corners of his mouth and a full-blown smile blooms on his face that’s instantly matched by Sander’s own.

“You know, I don’t think I ever played spin the bottle before but I’d give it zero stars on booking.com,” he declares suddenly pulling a laugh out of Robbe. “I was so scared I’m gonna have to watch you kiss somebody else, phew!” He places a hand on his chest comically, turning on the dramatics. “My poor heart wouldn’t take it, Robin!”

And fuck, he’s so cute that Robbe can only laugh at this (his?) dork, fondly rolling eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, I didn’t want anybody to kiss you either. And it’s Robbe,” he adds with a long-suffering sigh, futilely, he’s sure, but it’s still worth it because Sander’s cheek in tongue expression lets him know the boy loves to rile him up and is not going to stop anytime soon.

Still, to wipe off the smug smile for the time being he pulls him back into a kiss by the lapels of his leather jacket and Sander doesn’t exactly protest such. The second kiss is slower, more thorough, but still mind blowing enough for Robbe to feel heat tugging at his stomach.

“Will you go on a date with me? Tomorrow? Or any other time you’re free? Please?” Sander whispers in the small space between them after they finally break apart, foreheads resting against each other and fireworks going on in Robbe’s brain. Despite them standing so close Robbe can see Sander’s face pretty clear, and he can see his hopeful but tentative expression as he waits for him to answer, eyes growing unsure with each second of silence.

Not wanting to keep him in suspense anymore, he gives his parted lips one more lingering kiss, too weak to resist them when they shine so prettily in the street light above them. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

[4amofmd]

I am just vibrating out of my skin waiting for my Cameo to come back so I'm gonna dump some Misha/Cas thoughts.

THE WORLD DOES NOT DESERVE MISHA COLLINS

He is the perfect blend of Altruistic and Hedonistic but scaled up to a sun like blinding degree, if I think of all of the wonderful things this man has done, while thinking of how crazy raunchy fun he is I will literally cry. Everyone should aspire to be more like him.

Supernatural did not deserve Cas

It was an accident that they got him in the first place and the accidentally wrote the most compelling and dynamic character of all time. Like credit to some of the writers, we know who they were and credit to us, because when they tried to kill him we got bored.

Look I love the brothers and their relationship was interesting for 3 seasons, I do feel like they were an important part of the show, but they could not be the only important part. I could only watch them sacrifice themselves for eachother so much before it got boring, and not to take anything away from Jared or Jensen or Sam or Dean, but the people that say this show was about two brothers are seriously delusional. If Cas wasn't there, the show would not have made it as far as it did. It actively pisses me off that the people in charge can say it's a show about two brothers in one breath and LITERALLY bring in a mini Cas to try and recreate the magic he brought to the show for the younger generations. THEY NEED TO FUCKING STOP.

This is why its so important to stay loud, to run to Twitter every time Castiel/Misha trends because I NEED it to be a well known fact that there were 3 main stars on that ficking show. The show ran for 15 years, misha missed 3 seasons of that its true, but he stole the show, I don't need him to get more credit, just equal and certainly not forgotten.

SORRY THIS GOT ALITTLE RANTIER THAN ANTICIPATED

Ok Misha, I know you will never make it this far down this rant post, so people on this app, what can we do to make this man star in another movie or something until they reboot supernatural?

I think him trending everytime he breathes is a good start. The world wants more Misha content, ill take scraps at this point, I will literally throw my money at any opertunity to see him. I need him to know that, and I know I am not alone.

Jackels

Jensen makes me nervous, at this point he seems like the most likely person to reboot this show, but unless I hear out of Misha's mouth in a way I know for sure isn't for show that he doesn't want to work, and would turn down equal pay to be in every episode, then I will go absolutely feral if he is not in every fucking episode.

In conclusion Castiel is the only character with true free will, this is a fact stated in the show. His love for Dean is what saved the SPN world without it in the show the world would have ended and in real life the show would have been canceled. People in charge know this because the literally wrote it in so anyone involved with the show saying its a show about two brothers needs to seriously be re-educated.

[fan-girling-101]

Pogue Winter

Pogues x Reader x Kooks, Rafe x Reader

Summary: After almost dying on Halloween Y/N stays with Rafe. Until he surprises her with a too expensive gift.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Rafe being a sweetheart, My sucky writing, I think that’s it

Thank you @thisismynerdyself​ who let me use her story which was part one. This is part two there’s going to be a part three and maybe four. Please go check her out and read the original. And thank you for letting me use it. This is all my writing, also if you read the first then second chapter the writing style is completely different.

Part one here

Original part one here

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Imagine he’s dressed up not sweety in awe of how you look

The next few days I’ve been quiet, not talking to many people, mostly just Rafe, I haven’t even answered JJ. I mostly stayed in Rafe’s room reading or watching any movie on disney plus. Rafe got some clothes from Sarah for me to wear, Ward and Rose had no idea someone else was in their house. I guess that would happen if you never pay attention to your son.

“Hey Pumpkin.” Rafe called making me look up from Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban book in my lap. “I wanted to go golfing with Topper and Kelce, but I don’t want to leave you alone, so do you want to come?”

“Do I want to come watch the most boring sport, if it can even be called that, in the world?” I looked out the window thinking for a moment before answering with a sure.

“Ok it’s not boring.” I rolled my eyes walking over to Rafe. “You keep telling yourself that.” I pat his shoulder walking around him to grab some clothes to change into.

“It’s not!”

♛

We’ve been at the golf course for what feels like an eternity, but probably only an hour or less. The boys are golfing while I sit in the golf cart, tempted to drive away and go anywhere but here, reading my Harry Potter book. The sun makes it almost too hot to bear, It’s November for God sakes stop being so hot.

“Come, I’m gonna teach you how to golf.” Rafe grabs my hand pulling me up and over to the golf tee. Handing me a golf club, I stand there not making a move to actually golf. “How hard can it be to hit a ball with a club?” I ask, laughing and going to walk back to my book.

“Pretty hard Y/N,” Topper said, hitting a ball himself that went super far. I roll my eyes hitting the ball Rafe so kindly set up for me. The ball ended up going further than Topper’s so I smirked at him and walked away. “Beginners luck.” He muttered.

♛

 Over the next few weeks Rafe has been taking my golfing with him just the two of us. He says I could be amazing if I tried. I rolled my eyes everytime but went along anyway. By now I couldn’t really remember why we ever hated each other. Well I mean I know he was always kinda mean to friends, who I haven’t spoken to in a long time, but I can’t remember one time he said something mean to me. Ever.

It was now Christmas time, I was still living in secret with Rafe and if you’re wondering where my parents are. Right when I turned 16 I got emancipated. Their idea, not mine, not that I wanted to stick around with them. So back to Christmas, Christmas in the Outerbanks means the annual Winter Ball.

“So Y/N/N what are you doing December 18th.” Rafe asks me, coming to lie on his bed with me. His smile told me he was planning something, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to be a part of it. “Come on Pumpkin, it's not a hard question. 18th are you or are you not doing anything.”

“Well…. Let me check my schedule.” I pretend to pull out my phone. “Hmm.. well the 18th that's a Monday meaning, one o'clock, wallow in self pity. Four thirty, stare into the abyss. Five o'clock, solve world hunger; tell no one. Five thirty, jazz-ercise. Six thirty, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! Seven o'clock, wrestle with my self-loathing… I'm booked! Well if I bump the loathing to nine I could still be done in time To lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness…”

“So you’re free. Good.” I shake my head at him letting him continue anyways. “December 18th is actually a Friday, also the day of the Winter Ball. So Y/N L/N will you come to the winter masquerade ball my me?”

“Rafe-”

“That doesn't sound promising.” He pouts looking at me sadly trying to get me to guilt me into coming.

“You didn’t let me finish. Why would you want to bring me? I don’t know if you’re aware but I’m a pogue, your sworn enemy. And being a pogue means I have no money, no money means no dress, no dress means no Y/N at Winter Ball. It’s really just logic.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to bring the most gorgeous girl in the universe to the winter ball.”  A blush found its way to my cheeks, making me look down. “Also I already planned for you to come so…” He gets up leaving the room for a second and when he comes back he has a sparkling red dress. I was beautiful.

“Rafe-” I gasp looking at the beautiful dress. “I-I can’t take that. That probably cost you a fortune, Rafe I could never repay you for it. I mean when did you even. That cost more than my whole house and things combined.

“Y/N I don’t need to be repaid. Take it. At least try it on please.” He hands me the dress leaving the room. I reluctantly put the dress on facing the mirror looking at how the dress flowed. I couldn't help but smile. A soft knock on the door of Rafe asking if he can come in.

“If you’re making me do this I don’t want you to see me on the dress until the ball.” I heard the groan from outside the door.

“Fine but I have your shoes, mask, necklace and earrings.”

Full outfit

“Rafe! I’m gonna owe you for the rest of my life and more.”

“I don’t want anything, just take them please.” I open the door just enough to grab the stuff quickly putting it all on. “Sarah helped me find everything one night while you were asleep, the shoes took the longest, or I would have asked you sooner instead of a week's notice. Does everything fit, I was scared it would be too big, or small. Or you would hate the color. Or the style of it. It took me almost three nights to find that one, it had the prefect and I needed Sarah and Wezzie to say it looked good and you would like it.”

“Rafe shut up I love it ok. It fits perfectly, the shoes are my size, I love the color,and the style is beautiful. Stop panicking ok.” I open the door dressed back in my Christmas pajama pants and Rafe’s old football jersey. “Come on, ice cream my treat. And I’m driving your truck.”

The whole way there Rafe was acting like a scared mom in the car with their child. Telling me to slow down. I was an amazing driver, he was just paranoid. Sure I was a little reckless but I’m also too good to ever get in a crash.

We go through the drive thru Rafe ordering a plan oreo, while I got a candy cane ice cream because Chritmas time is here bitches! As I pull up pay I grab my cash going to give it to Matt a tenth grade that I go to school with. Out of nowhere Rafe reaches over to hand Matt his own money.

“Rafe!”

“I can't let you pay what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay.”

“The kind that already bought me a dress, shoes, and jewelry.”

♛

Soon enough the 18th came, Sarah, Weezie, Rose and I were all getting ready in Sarah’s room. Rose was so excited when she heard Rafe was bringing someone, never once had Rafe brought someone to a kook event. When she found out it was me I saw the fake smile with clenched teeth. 

Sarah had me sit down on her vanity chair to do my makeup. I told her to do whatever would look nice with my dress. When she finished she started my hair curling my hair and braiding some small red flowers into my hair to match my dress and give me a pogue type look with the random small braids. Rose did everything for Weezie and after the two of us sat on Sarah’s bed playing a card game while Rose and Sarah got themselves ready.

Sarah’s Outfit

Weezie’s Outfit

I knew Kie was coming of course with her parents, Pope was coming to help his dad and John B was Sarah’s date. But I had no idea if JJ was going, usually the two of us would sit around drinking and smoking while the others were at the fancy parties, or on a rare occasion we’d crash the party, while being drunk and high. I haven’t spoken to any of them in a long time. I felt bad, really bad. I mean JJ was my best friend, basically a brother to me. 

We all had our dresses and me, Sarah and Weezie started taking instagram pictures all dressed up. I say I was nervous was an understatement. I mean I was going to a kook party dressed as one of them. I was going with Rafe fucking Cameron, the kookist of all kooks. 

Weezie and Rose left when Ward called us down. I started fiddling with my freshly painted nails. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up at Sarah. “Don’t be so nervous, if you get bored of my brother and his boring friends me and Weezie will come and save you. We have a secret place we go to.” She gives me a reassuring smile giving me a small hug.

“You go down, I'll be there in a sec. I have to mentally prepare for this.” She laughs leaving the room and heading down with everyone else. I pace the room a little before heading down myself.

Rafe’s POV

We all stand in the front room waiting for Y/N. I hear heels clicking on the stairs as someone walks down. I eagerly look at the stairs waiting for the girl that’s been living with me for over a month. The one who I always thought was beautiful. The one who deserves the world and more. The one I think I fell in love with. When the person came into view the excitement fell from my face seeing Sarah instead of Y/N.

“Sorry to disappoint.” She laughs going to stand with Weezie whispering things in her ear. “This is why you don’t bring someone like her.” My dad sighed clearly, not happy with having to wait.

“What do you mean ‘someone like her’?” I ask him. “Someone who’s never been to anything important in their life. We’re going to be late. Next time invite someone with some social class. If this was some way to piss me off congratulations Rafe you’ve done it.”

I would have yelled at him, I would have told him to shut up. But I head the soft click of heels on marble. This time I knew it was Y/N. I completely forgot about what was said about her. I couldn’t wait to see her all dressed up. The only time I’ve seen her in a dress was when she’d crash our formal parties. It was always the same one, a peach sundress.

When I saw her in front of me I had no words, everything else suddenly didn’t matter. I didn’t hear when everyone else went to the car. All I could see was Y/N, she looked like a goddess. No one was more perfect. Her Y/H/C hair was lightly curled with flowers braided into it. To be fair Y/N would look perfect in anything, and nothing.

I lied before, I don’t think I’m in love with her…

I am in love with her.

[inadaydream99]

Obviously

University au, fluff

A/N - hey! It’s been a while since I’ve written a oneshot, I hope you enjoy! Anything in italics is the readers thoughts 😊 Also, let me know what other members you would like to see a oneshot for!

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You are sat at the table in the library, elbows leaning on the hard surface as you intently stare down at the textbook that is open in front of you, though none of the information laying flat across the open pages are going in and it’s becoming frustrating.

“Ugh. I can’t do this anymore.” You whine, suddenly sitting back in your chair, your eyes looking away from the book for the first time in what feels like years.

“Then take a break.” your best friend Seonghwa laughs as his attention is drawn from his work and bought onto your complaining.

“Thanks, that’s really helpful.” Your tone drips with sarcasm as you grumpily retort, folding your arms across your chest.

“You’re annoying.” Seonghwa sticks his tongue out at you before moving his attention back onto the book he was previously reading.

You sigh, rolling your eyes at your friend before looking around the silent library in search of something remotely interesting to get your mind onto. Anything is better than studying. It’s pretty dead if you’re honest, but one thing does catch your eye.

“Pst, Seonghwa look!” You whisper, leaning over and nudging him on the arm to get his attention once again.

“What now.” He mumbles as he looks at you displeased.

“Look, it’s Yeosang over there. Damn he’s so cute.” You gush, a smile spreading across your face as you longingly stare over at the guy with his focus on an open book across the room.

Seonghwa’s expression falls flat at seeing your reaction. It’s not that he doesn’t like Yeosang, or that he is a horrible person. It’s the fact that Yeosang is the guy that every girl has a crush on, including you. He doesn’t get why you can’t notice him instead. After all, its not like you have a strong chance to get Yeosang’s attention anyway. Well, in Seonghwa’s jealous opinion. There’s too much competition.

“And...” Seonghwa presses, his tone letting you know he doesn’t really care. But you don’t take in his words, your focus on how at that exact moment you make eye contact with Yeosang and a blush turns your face a deep shade of pink.

“Shhhh! He’s coming over!” You suddenly exclaim, instantly straightening out your clothes and trying to look more presentable as you watch him stand up and make his way towards you.

“Hey (Y/N), how’s your work going? I noticed you look a little spaced out from over there.” Yeosang politely asks, presenting his kind smile as he stands slightly awkwardly in front of your table.

“Oh, its ok I guess... just the usual, I have no idea what I’m doing really.” You giggle up at him, trying to come across as cool and unaffected by his presence instead of the flustered mess you are inside.

“Don’t worry I’m helping her, but we appreciate your concern.” Seonghwa interrupts before another word can be exchanged between you both. It’s apparent he is annoyed, the suddeness of his statement making you send a glare in his direction.

“What Seonghwa means is that we are studying together. But you’re more than welcome to join us if you want?” You awkwardly laugh to try and move on the conversation, a genuine smile on your face as you extend the offer.

“Oh that’s ok, I don’t want to intrude. Was just makeing sure you’re ok.” Yeosang nods, politely declining your friendly invitiation with a tight lipped smile. You simply nod in return before Yeosang turns and walks back to his seat. You watch him the whole way until he resumes his reading and you’re attention is once again turned onto your friend.

“What was that.” Seonghwa whispers to you still slightly agitated. “You’re more than welcome to join.” Seonghwa mocks in a high pitched tone causing you to frown.

“Excuse me for trying to be polite... and I do not sound like that!” You bite back, narrowing your eyes at him until you decide that you would rather go back to studying than deal with a grumpy Seonghwa.

“Stop acting like a jealous brat.” You mumble under your breath as you open your book, a pout visible on your face. You don’t realise that Seonghwa heard your comment but chooses to keep silent, the words circling his mind as it dawns on him that maybe he is jealous.

~~~~

It’s been a few hours since you left the library and you are now back in your room laying on your bed, just mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Your eyes grow wide in surprise as you pause on a picture on your feed. It’s of Seonghwa smiling brightly with his arm wrapped around a girl who looks oddly familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on where you know her from. What confuses you more is that he hasn’t once mentioned seeing anyone and it awakens some odd feeling inside of you. Almost like you feel a sense of possession over Seonghwa and you don’t like that he’s hanging out with another girl.

Of course, he’s your best friend. You can hang out with who ever you like. And you are adamant that there’s absolutely no way you’re jealous because of one picture. So why do you feel a little heart broken seeing him look so happy with someone other than you?

Placing your phone on your bedside table you absentmindedly stare up at the ceiling, the silence of your room surrounding you and allowing your mind to overthink everything. Is Seonghwa bored of your friendship? Have you don’t something to piss him off? Is that why he has been grumpy with you!

You sit up suddenly, feeling panicked and upset. Taking deep breaths you try to calm yourself, it’s just you overthinking. You’re sure if you find Seonghwa and talk to him everything will be cleared up and turn out ok.

~~~~

Knocking on his bedroom door you wait for Seonghwa to answer. You immediately rushed over to his place to clear your mind, but this time you feel nervous to see him.

“Hey (Y/N)... what are you doing here?” Seonghwa’s greeting shows his surprise as he awkwardly stands by his door. He seems a little off.

“I just wanted to check in, you seem off lately.” You cautiously explain, trying to show your concern.

“Oh yeah, no, I’m fine.” Seonghwa tries to come of blasé as he looks everywhere but at you.

“So... can I come in?” You chuckle, sending him a questioning look as it’s never taken Seonghwa this long to invite you I’m before.

“Oh! Sure.” He suddenly becomes more alert, his previously slumped posture straightening up as he holds the door open wide to allow you to enter.

“So, you spoken to Yeosang since earlier?” You can tell he’s trying to come across as if he is just striking up a casual conversation, but you know him too well to know that it’s obviously been playing on his mind since this morning.

“Actually, I bumped into him at the student cafe after we left the library and we got talking about this movie that’s showing at the old theatre on Friday, so he asked me to go with him.” You inform, playing it down whilst trying to ignore the rush of butterfly’s that erupt in your stomach when you finally make direct eye contact with Seonghwa.

“Oh.” He doesn’t say much, but his expression speaks a thousand words. “Like a date?” He continues, his tone soft and quiet.

“I guess so, I’m not sure.” You awkwardly shrug. You watch as Seonghwa sighs a little and become confused with his reaction. He looks... disappointed?

“What’s with the sigh?” You break the moment of silence. “Do you have a problem with me hanging out with Yeosang?” You continue to question.

“I just don’t get what you see in him.” Seonghwa’s words make you feel anger begin to bubble up inside of you. So he’s allowed to hang out with other girls but you can’t hang out with another guy?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You become defensive, your voice raising slightly as you struggle to contain your anger.

“Well, he’s no different to any other guy yet you seem to be falling at his feet.” Seonghwa matches your defensive attitude as he takes a step towards you.

“So I’m allowed to hang out with Mingi and Jongho but not Yeosang? That makes no sense-”

“Mingi and Jongho are completely irrelevant in this and they’re both harmless anyway. Yeosang isn’t who you think he is, it’s obviously an act he puts on in front of you to make you like him!” Seonghwa interrupts your rant, his body tense and his piercing stare shooting daggers into you as he towers over your smaller frame. The room is thick with suffocating silence as you tremble from the adrenaline that is coursing through you.

“I’ve got to go...” You stare up at him with watery eyes, your bottom lip quivering as you try your hardest to not burst into tears. Upon seeing your reaction Seonghwa’s expression softens, watching your every movement as you rush out of his room. His body is frozen in place as he absorbs reality, finally taking in the argument that has just happened between you and feeling his heart breaking as he pictures your sad face over and over again.

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The buzzing filling the room becomes like torture.

“See! He won’t stop calling.” You complain to Mingi. Surely he must give up soon? Haven’t you made it clear you don’t want to speak? You sigh in frustration as your phone begins buzzing again... he’s relentless! And then it stops and you sigh in content.

You have been ignoring Seonghwa and his desperate attempts to get you to talk to him for about a week now. It’s been extremely difficult, everytime your phone lights up you see his name and it only makes you feel your heart break more. Mostly because you realised that you have feelings for him while you went out with Yeosang. But now he’s hurt you in more ways than one. Though, the picture on his Instagram, you found out from Mingi, was just his cousin.

“Seonghwa wanted to make you jealous, something about showing you that Yeosang isn’t the only guy out there.” Mingi fills you in as he comforts you. He had come to see you after hearing about your argument and that’s when he began telling you about Seonghwa’s recent attitude... but he seemed hesitant to relay a crucial piece of information to you and you couldn’t for the life of you work it out.

“I just don’t get why he would want to make me jealous...” you mumble in confusion, your thoughts being spoken loud and clear as you run over everything that has happened. Your eyes grow wide as you suddenly stop pacing your room and turn to face Mingi who is casually laying across your bed. “No, it can’t be possible...” you trail off, your expression panicked.

“What’s not possible?” Mingi turns his head to the side as he watches you frantically begin to walk around again, only this time much more urgent.

“I need to go-” you grab your phone and rush out, leaving Mingi in complete darkness to what you are doing.

You rush over to Seonghwa’s halls, frantically knocking on his door, but he isn’t in.

Your realisation was that he liked you and you have never felt more stupid in your life for not noticing the signs. His snarky attitude towards Yeosang in the library now so clear to you. You needed to find him and tell him that you feel the same... if only you knew where he is.

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Please pick up, please please please... no answer

“Where is he.” You mumble under your breath in annoyance. After rushing around campus for the last few hours you finally sit down on the park bench outside Seonghwa’s building and try calling his phone thinking there may be some miracle that he will answer.

“Who you calling.” Your head shoots up as soon as you hear his voice, your eyes landing on Seonghwa as he awkwardly smiles down at you.

“Where have you been! I’ve been trying to reach you all day!” You stand up and lightly hit him on the arm. Seonghwa chuckles, his body visibly relaxing upon seeing your smile as you plafully attack him.

“I’ve missed you.” You fall silent, your hitting ceasing immediately upon hearing his words. Although they were lighthearted and came out through a laugh it made your heart skip a beat and the atmosphere turn serious, though not uncomfortable.

“You did?” Seonghwa nods, his smile now genuine and warm.

“So... how was your date?” Seonghwa casually questions as you both sit down on the bench together.

“If you’re trying to find out if I’m dating Yeosang then you’d be pleased to know I’m not.” You can’t help but notice the small smile that appears on Seonghwa’s face at your words.

“Why? I thought you liked him.” You look down at your feet feeling shy under his gaze.

“I realised I have feelings for someone else.” You timidly reply, peaking up through your lashes to see his responce.

“Who?” Seonghwa’s volume matches yours, the softness of his tone making you finally turn your head to meet his eyes properly.

“You.” You whisper, his face so close to yours that there’s no need to speak any louder. Your heart races as he smirks at you, a deep blush covering your face as his hand reaches out and intertwines your fingers together.

“Obviously I like you too.” You hear before you are pulled into his chest tightly, your arms locking around his torso as you shut your eyes and enjoy the moment.

You feel on top of the world, both of you smiling like idiots but neither of you care. You may have both said some things and hurt each other but that’s all forgotten now. It’s no longer important. It took so long to finally get to where you are now, but you’re so glad that it all led to this moment, obviously.

[notsoteenagegirl]

Pizzas, friends and questions

Note: This self isolation thing really gets me in the mood for writing. Sorry I only write Chris pieces, but I guess this works for me the best, at least for now lol. Here’s another one for you to enjoy, and for me to practice a little 😊

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You were done with life today. Your classes took way too long, so not only you were tired at this very moment, but also pissed at the coffee machine that decided to break just when you needed it. The minute you stepped home all you were dreaming about was to just hop in the shower, make yourself a cup of coffee and plop on the couch, trying to forget about all the stuff that was bothering you this day.

Your friends had different plans though, and they really wanted you to be a part of it. Just as you were about to put your favourite show on and relax a bit, you heard your phone ringing. Glancing at the screen, you noticed your best friend's name. Chris. You picked up, wondering why he decided to bother you just now.

"Hey mami, ready for some partying this evening?" You heard his chirpy voice. 

You just frowned, not being in the mood for anything right now.

"I had a really shitty day Chris, I'd rather just stay home." You answered him. Now this could go two ways - either he's going to try to convince you to get out with him and have fun, which sometimes was necessary, or respect your decision and leave you to yourself. You really hoped he's going to pick the second option.

"C'mon, you know we're always having so much fun." Shit. He did have a point there, you were never able to be bored around him, but this time you were just not having it.

"I don't wanna go out." You mumbled into the phone.

"So you're just gonna sit there all alone?" Chris asked, maybe a bit surprised you didn't wanna hang out with him and the boys. Sitting there on your own was exactly what you needed right now. Or more specifically, disappearing under your covers, binge watching Netflix and eating your mood away.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning to do."

"Ah, okay then." You heard him giving up. It worked. "If you'll change your mind, you know where to find us."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I gotta go now." You hung up, pleased about the fact he let go that easily.

After you finished third episode of the show, along with second bowl of popcorn, you moved to the bathroom. You ran yourself a nice, warm bath, where you were just able to relax and take your mind off of the stressing events. Right before you turned into a prune, you got out of the bathtub, finishing your pampering session with moisturising your body and snuggling into the fluffiest robe you owned.

You were just about to start figuring out what you want for dinner, when once again your phone started ringing. Looking at it, you noticed Chris' name. What did he want this time?

"Yeah?" You picked up, hoping you won't have to deal with his drunk ass.

"We're on our way home, do you want some food?" You weren't expecting this; usually at this time the boys were partying at their hardest, not coming back home.

Well, if he already called you and offered you some food, you couldn't really pass on it.

"Can you get me a pizza?"

"Sure, the one you always get?" He knew exactly what kind of pizza you liked, and that there was not supposed to be any onions on it. You couldn't really ask for a better friend, could you?

"Yes, thank you Chris." You said back, grateful that he was being so thoughtful and decided to call you.

"No problem mami, we'll be back in a couple minutes." You heard him disconnect.

Waiting for the food, you prepared glasses and something to drink for the boys. Little did you know there was only one of them coming up to your apartment.

Not long after ending your phone call you heard someone knocking softly on your door. You got up off the couch, opening and seeing your best friend's smiley face. He let himself in, moving closer to the dining table.

"Here's your food mami." You saw him still holding the box, so you reached for it, ready to demolish whatever was inside of it. He brought it closer to himself though, not letting you grab it.

"But I want a hug for it." Chris grinned slightly.

You sighed, not really being in the mood for some games. But since he was nice enough to bring you your favourite pizza, you didn't have no choice but to give in. Seeing you moving closer he put the box of pizza on the table, engulfing you in a warm hug.

You wanted it to be a quick one and move on to stuffing your mouth with the food, you didn't expect your hug to feel so good though. Not only he was warm and smelled really nice, but the way his arms were gently wrapped around you made your heart melt. You let yourself stay in longer, feeling one of his hand moving to your head and stroking it softly.

You pulled away after a little while, taking a seat at the table and finally opening the good stuff that just got brought in. Chris sat next to you, filling both of your glasses, while you already started munching on the pizza. Smiling softly, he took a slice as well.

You two were just eating in silence, watching whatever was on tv. Your friend got particularly interested into something at the screen, and your eyes just absentmindedly went to his face. His soft features were changing as he got focused on the tv; his hair was looking extra soft today, and the pizza made his lips a bit more shiny and luscious looking than usual. Was it possible you were falling for your best friend? You can't lie, you were always finding him attractive, but it seemed like he was always a bit distant if it comes to something more than being just friends. Plus you really did enjoy the relationship you two had, and in no way you wanted to destroy it.

You felt him moving around and stopped staring almost immediately, not really wanting to get caught. The two of you already finished the pizza he brought in, and with full stomachs you moved onto the couch. Chris got in charge of the tv and picked something for you to watch, making himself more comfortable. At first you were try to pay attention to an actual movie, but with your stomach full of delicious food and the heat your friend created while sitting next to you, your eyelids started to get heavy. Eventually your head ended up on his shoulder, your body enjoying the presence of a warm and snuggly company. Chris moved his head gently, trying not to wake you up. It was his time to watch your face closely, and even if it felt maybe a little creepy staring at you like that while you were asleep, he couldn't help it. Seeing you being so vulnerable, yet comfortable and relaxed next to him made his stomach all bubbly, and he tried really hard not to give in and kiss you. You didn't know that, but your best friend shared the same feelings towards you. He adored you, and he wanted to ask you out so many times, but he didn't want to ruin your friendship. He loved seeing you all giggly and happy everytime your group was out, and he thought that maybe it's a little selfish, but he wanted to be the one who makes you feel that way.

Sighing softly he turned his head back, and very gently, trying not to wake you, he got off the couch. He quickly grabbed a pillow and put it under your head. Looking around he noticed a blanket laying next to the coffee table. He covered your body with it and softly tucked you in. Turning the tv off he turned around one last time, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head and moved to the door, closing it quietly after getting out of your apartment.

[imaginesmylife]

Could I ask what it would be like to be best friends with the dragon slayers?

imagine-fairytail-dorks answered: Natsu: I mean what do i even say here… if you watch fairy tail and his interactions with Lucy…yeah. expect him to invade your house / dorm constantly and he totally peeks inside your furniture’s drawers- ‘ I must unveil the deep dark secrets of ___’s room! ‘ dragging you off to missions out of nowhere like you could be going shopping or taking a bath, it doesn’t matter to him if it’s day or night, you’re COMING. totally draws on your face while you sleep (again this is cannon) - do not play monopoly with HIM. I REPEAT DO NOT. THERE WILL BE PIECES MISSING AND DISAPPEARING EVERYTIME likes to steal food from your fridge a lot “ NATSU, YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FOOD! “ “ but yours is better. “ you feeling down? he will not promise to listen to a long hour rant, unless its really tragical, but he will probably open his arms like ‘ ya wanna hug ? ‘ makes silly hairdos to your hair on purpose and laughs it off.

Gajeel: sleepovers in which he will probably help you so much with the meals, like # secret master chef gajeel at your service steals food from your plate when you’re not watching and thinks he’s fooling you but really he isn’t. Okay but he’s that guy who if you need help on really weird occasions he won’t mind helping you out: “ Gajeel, i forgot my towel can you hand it over? “ “ Gajeel, you mind going downstairs to get me some pads / tampons? I just noticed i ran out of them…. “ “ Gajeel, we’re out of pasta, please make a quick run to the mini! “ the old ladies are chuckling at him and it pisses him off a bit but he feels …manly? to be able to help you? like so blessed so moved # this is what a man is! - quoting elfman. poking you randomly while you’re watching tv or reading books, specially if he’s bored like “ gajeel …” “ shh, weren’t you watching it?” he’s really clueless on how to comfort others in times of need, so all he’s going to do is listen to your problems without saying a word if he can’t find a way to better them, and /or open his arms weirdly for you to receive the hugging . him being salty about others with you like “ uhhh i can’t tolerate that fake arse. “ “ me too , mate. wish they’d just get a vase thrown at their heads. “ #saltmates fist bump

Wendy: Tea sessions with her and Charle reading club time!!!!! doing intricate hairdos to each other and SLEEPOVERS !!!!! 1! !!! 1 !! ranting about your life  … specially boys if you want wendy to turn red like a tomato “ Wendy, stop being so flustered over this! “ “ I can’t help it, Charle… “ light sparring sessions if you wanted to, specially since she needs to be on pair with her dragon slayer friends cooking sessions shopping downtown on fridays. telling each other bedtime stories to sleep one of the best at comforting people, will do anything to help you, and feel bad if they can’t. cuddling sessions and sad disney movies are a must.

Laxus: Beware the raijinshuu will probably be after you too. either jelly or anxious lots and lots of indirect jokes, innuendos or puns like “ ya know what’s up right in the morning? “ “ hOE DON’T DO IT.” He actually gives pretty good input on stuff - he could go with you to stores and be like: “ no that pattern doesn’t suit your figure that well, you have wide hips so it will only make you looked even larger than usual. “ “ look i don’t want to influence you but… this earphones brand is better, it’s durable, the sound is great, and it can allow you so many more functions blahblahblah… “ Not even the raijinshuu know about this side of him but he must always pet the wandering animals in the streets and feed them if he can like AWWWWWW ANIMALS !!!! 111 !!! 1 !!1! Shares food with you no problems. he’s just chill countering your sarcasm with his sarcasm and vice-versa “ Do i seem amused to you? “ “ hmmmm in a scale of  1 to 10? “ “ hahahaha. very funny. “ “ you’re welcome. “ B) surprisingly affectonate when others are out of it - his hugs might crush you a bit tho but he does not mean it - can’t measure his strength tbh “ Laxus…. you’re .crushing me.. can’t breathe, and my boobs – “ “ OH SORRY. “

Sting: Walking in unnanounced on accident sometimes inside your room and being like ‘ OH SHIT SORRY! but nice ass by the way. “  cue a finger gunning at you while he walks out and tries to play it cool but you’re throwing objects at him randomly “ STING, YOU IDIOT! “ “ i guess you can say he STINGS. “ - Rufus “…Frosch thinks so too! “ ba-dum-tss. Watching a movie in a mess of limbs and legs while you share blankets and fighting over the last popcorn / chips /cookies like “ STING, NO THAT ONE’S MINE! “ “ FIRST COME FIRST SERVE ~. “ an d he just casually grabs it and yep they’re gone. he’s faster than you anyways # gdit sting “ unless you wanna take it out of my mouth now? “ “ eww no, keep it. “ # not sure if win or hurt - Sting you must have at least a sleepover once a week or month. he will probably be really deep questioning things in life before you go to bed # phylosophical sting hour ‘ why is the color blue called like that? why is the sky full of stars (coldplay reference badumtss) ? why couldn’t it be full of cheetos? i mean, why are they even like that? starts don’t look like what we draw even it’s jsut a whole mass of galaxy inside another massive rock thing, but from here it seems so small,… i feel like an ant. “ “ how much deep do you think the ocean is? “ # help him. Sting would be that guy that if he were best friends, specially with a girl, would probably go like: ‘ please unveil the darkest secrets of your gender to me, because seriously i don’t get most of you, i’m confused af. ‘ with such a very serious face you end up laughing. “ I’m not joking, ___ . “ staring contests in which he always loses because he starts snorting at something anytime: “ what is it this time, Sting. “ “ your clock…pfft, it’s making  a very..pffft– weird figure in the wall ! “ if you feeling down he’s all up for cuddling session. of course,he will try to the best of his ability to help you with your problems but he prefers to firstly focus on you and spoil you.

Rogue: more mature than Sting but still a bit salty also good at giving remarks like Laxus be it at shopping or life decisions, but sometimes he comes out too strong.. “ Huh, okay Rogue.. Okay. “ “ JUST DO IT, ____. Really– “ he secretly collects candy every time he can, he has a hidden stash of candy in his bedroom- sting once found it and almost died. # do not unleash the kraken probably offers himself as poison taster to each of your recipes and vice versa “ HMm it’s good but what if we added—” “ Rogue, no the last time we improvised it ended as a disaster. “ searching for warmth, he will accidentally inch towards you like in a chase if you’re sleeping over at his room; kick him away or you’ll end up on the floor. (!!!) (THIS IS BASED on a true story) he is a roomcon lover don’t even tell it to the guildmates. he would never hear the end of it. “ NO, JACK! JAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!! “ good at consoling people but slightly awkward since he’s unused to it - he’ll pat you your back weirdly #save him.

Erik / Cobra he’s that guy who’s making snarky remarks at everything and anything around him # so salty will turn to you in a joke and be very inoportune and nosy like: “ so what pattern is it today? hello kitty? bows? hearts? stripes? or is it plain?” ERIK NO. he’s very protective of you though like no kid – if you ever trade him for someone lese, like let’s say you were supposed to have lunch with him at the tuesdays and you went off somewhere instead and cancelled it. he’s hurt and ONTO YOU . no escape. throws food at you while you’re distracted - be it a popcorn , a candy, a chip…. but he pretends he’s innocent likes to invade your room once in a while but is at least more respectful than the other dragon slayers…. sometimes he’s deep af though like he might just vent about life indirectly: “ if you could what would you’ve changed about your life , ____ ? “ protect him gives really nice hugs to be honest will beat the crap out of anyone who makes you sad tbh.

Source:  imagine-fairytail-dorks

[kpopscenario]

SVT (Vocal Unit): When they‘re jealous

Jeonghan

You two were in your flat, watching a tv show while cuddling. It was almost 7pm when Jeonghan looked at his watch. „Wanna watch a movie? And make something to eat, I‘m starving“, he whined and sat up, having you in his arm. „Uhm actually, I‘m going out.“ „What?“ „Yeah, sorry that I haven‘t told you earlier. Is it okay or should I stay here, with you?“ Obviously Jeonghan would have prefered to spend the evening with you. But he didn‘t want to keep you there if you had already agreed on meeting someone, you could do whatever you wanted. „No, it‘s okay“, he smiled. „I‘ll stay here if it‘s fine with you.“ You gave him a kiss and hugged him before standing up and going to your room to change into some fancier clothes than a sweater and sweatpants, also doing your make-up. „Who will you go out with tho?“, Jeonghan asked from the livingroom, right when you came out of your room, showing him your outfit. You looked beautiful. After you smiled at him, you went to get your jacket and shoes. „Ah, just with Wonwoo.“ Dead silence for a moment. „Wait. Wonwoo?“, you giggled at Jeonghan‘s words. „Yeah, Wonwoo. Why?“ Jeonghan turned around to look at you, frowning and not believing that you were going out with him alone. Maybe you could have asked if Jeonghan wanted to join? Or...something in him didn‘t like the idea of you two going out, alone, without Jeonghan. „What is it?“, you asked when he saw his expression and came to him. „You‘re going alone with him?“ „Yeah, got a problem?“ „You could have asked me if I wanted to join“, he shrugged and whined, turning away from you, which made you realize what he was doing. You giggled and quickly kneeled in front of him. „You don‘t have to be jealous!“ He pouted. „I‘m not! Whatever then, go out with him.“

Joshua

It was a rather hot spring day. The sun was shining and it was no longer need to wear long and warm clothes and because you loved dresses so much, you decided to wear a rather tight yet cute summer dress. White with sunflowers on it. It came to your thigh but you were feeling so comfortable in it that you didn‘t have any worries to wear it to your date with Joshua. He was waiting for you in the city. Texting a few people back as he was waiting, he then looked around and widened his eyes when he saw you in that beautiful fitting, yet rather tight dress. It was underlining your best parts, fitting perfectly. „Hi“, he almost mumbled, a little taken back by the appearance but decided to shrug it away. You greeted him and then he immediately took your hand in his as you started walking. „Soooo where do you wanna go?“ „Hmm i don‘t know, maybe to the river?“, he smiled and agreed. As you were getting there and you were looking for a place to sit and he was going to get ice cream, a guy came to you and started complimenting the dress and your general appearance. Joshua saw the guy talking to you, he was standing there without moving, a bit shocked but not pissed. He heard that the guy was complimenting your appearance. When the guy risked asking for your number, Joshua came to you, sat down and gave you your ice cream. „Babe, here‘s your ice“, he said loud enough for the guy to hear it. You bit your lips so not to giggle. Joshua was obviously underlining his position as your boyfriend in front of the stranger who now awkwardly said goodbye and went away. „Was that necessary?“, you asked amused. Joshua only shrugged and grinned. „If I haven‘t said anything, he wouldn‘t have left you alone. Simple as that.“

Woozi

It seemed like such a simple idea. Nothing to cause a mess in Jihoon’s head. Introducing you to one of his old friends who came to town sounded like something innocent but did him quite dirty since he forgot how flirty and talkative that friend could be. This friend would be touchy towards you since the beginning (hugs, patting your head, pulling you to the couch) which you seemed not to mind at all. Maybe you were a bit too fine with it, in Jihoon’s opinion. He would be quiet while listening carefully to your conversation with the flirty friend. You seemed to enjoy his company a lot. After a while that Jihoon spent staring between you two and listening carefully to what especially you were telling the guy, he’d get uneasy. He would be someone to stay quiet until he could find a way of talking to you in private about his thoughts. After the friend left, he’d sit next to you and play with his fingers. You noticed something going on since he wouldn’t be that quiet around you very often. „What is the matter?“ „Look, I’m gonna be honest. He was a bit too flirty while talking to you, don’t you think?“, he’d sound very calm but as far as you knew him, you’d immediately get that he’d be jealous. Normally, Jihoon would just need a honest talk between you and him to fix things since he wasn’t childish in those matters. But a little protest from your side could really make him angry. Then he wouldn’t be too easy to talk to. When Jihoon would be very jealous and tensed, he could get very impulsive. Like spitting not to nice words, use a cold tone or just walk away and be petty until you apologized for not taking him seriously.

DK

Seokmin was a curious guy, to say at least. Not that curious that he had to know everything what was going on in your life, of course. But when your phone lit up pretty much every two minutes when you two were supposed to watch a movie at home together and you were texting back everytime and even giggled about the text you just got, his attention was no longer on the movie. He tried to peek at your phone but didn‘t see who was spamming you. „Who is it?“, he tried to ask as smooth as possible, not wanting to overreact. You shrugged your shoulders while responding to another text. „Just a boy from work.“ Seokmin slowly nodded but inside, he was struggling with himself. Should he keep asking or should he fight against it and leave it? „What does he want?“ „Hm?“ „I-I mean he‘s spamming you so it‘s something important? What does he want?“, you looked up from your phone to catch Seokmin at trying to see your messages. You scoffed. „It‘s about our shift, don‘t worry, boring stuff.“ He nodded and wanted to apologize when your phone buzzed again, making him nervous. Why was he texting you that much? „Doesn‘t he have someone else he can bother?“, he muttered but you heard him very well. You looked up at him and saw that he was almost upset. „Seokmin“, you called so he would look at you. „Don‘t be such a jealous, worried man!“ He then gasped and acted shocked. „I‘m not exactly jealous...“ „You are!“, you giggled, making him chuckle too. „Trust me, it‘s only about work but if it calms you down, i‘ll switch off my phone now.“ „THANK God.“

Seungkwan

„Yah, why is your notifications so loud today?“, Seungkwan would ask from time to time, when he’d here your phone making a sound. „Ah sorry, I just posted a new picture and get reactions for it“, you’d say in a calm tone. Seungkwan would check your blog and shower your post with lovely comments and then would scroll through the comments. His smile faded. There weren’t only sexual comments but disgusting and comments that left him feeling more and more jealous. He’d speak in pout when telling you about the comments but when you just shrugged and calmed him down, he’d overthink a bit too much. Maybe you needed those comments? Maybe you liked them more than his own words? Maybe he wasn’t good enough? For a while, he’d just stare at his phone, then at you and would pout more. „Are you happy with me?“ „What do you mean? Of course I am!“, he’d nod weakly. „I just….maybe I’m not good enough? Those people, am I even keeping up with them?“, when it came to you, jealousy would always lead him to getting insecure.

[purplesurveys]

706

What weird food combinations do you enjoy? I’m willing to experiment mayonnaise with most food. I also dip my fries in hot fudge sundae and because I’m Filipino I have to have my fried chicken paired with banana ketchup. Where do you get your news? Usually from the Twitter and Facebook handles of my go-to news outlets. My dad is also the only one who turns on the TV in the dining area so whenever he’s home and watches the evening news I get to hear the reports as well. What social stigma does society need to get over? HIV/AIDS, dating or marrying the same sex, tattoos... even breastfeeding is a fucking stigma lmao. So many people are babies. What is the best/worst prank that you've played on someone? I hate being the victim of pranks so I never pull them on anyone. What was the last photo you took? My dog jumping up to ask for food last night.

What makes you roll your eyes every time you hear it? Lately our president has been wanting to give nightly addresses on TV every midnight so when I hear another announcement from the government I just roll my eyes because I know it’s gonna be another hour-long speech that not only has absolutely zero substance to it, but made everyone unnecessarily stay up that late. What are you currently worried about? I’m worried about my remaining academic requirements. With the suspension of online classes and the lockdown being extended until April 30 (which is virtually the end of the semester), I have no idea what’s gonna become of our academic calendar and my grades – and the status of my graduation.

A notable school in the country already mass-promoted (read: passed) all their students and is planning to give tuition fee refunds since only two months of the sem were used. It’s honestly the most responsible thing to do for now and I hope all other universities follow suit.

Do you think aliens exist? I believe we aren’t the only ones alive out here but I also don’t think they look like the creatures books or movies have made them out to be. What mythical creature do you wish actually existed? Meh, was never a fan of anything mythical/mythological. What are you interested in that most people aren't? Pro wrestling. In my 15 years of being a fan I’ve only found literally a handful of people (at least who are also Filipino) who shared the same passion or amount of interest as I have. It’s just never been a popular topic or fanbase here so I never get to bring it up – and I’m afraid to bring it up because people seem to judge anyone still into wrestling these days. What's the most ridiculous thing you have bought? My most pointless purchase was a pink bar of soap with lettering that says “Gay Bar.” It’s a novelty item at best and I never needed to buy it, but I had money that day so I did and now it’s gathering dust in one of my drawers. What sounds hit you with major nostalgia every time you hear them? The PS1 start-up noise is a big candidate. If given the oppurtunity to open a museum, what kind would you create? They have museums about everything now, so I think it’d be a good idea to turn to my roots and make an ancestral house instead and have it in our home province. My family has a rich history and it’d be a waste if we allowed ourselves to forget. When was the last time you immediately regretted what you said? I think last night? We were having pork belly bought from outside for dinner and I was talking about how good it tasted and that it was the best thing I’ve had in a while. I forgot my dad has been cooking us a different meal every single day since the quarantine started and they all have tasted amazing as well. After I realized what I said I felt like shit and immediately downplayed the pork belly so that he didn’t feel left out. What's the silliest thing you've seen someone get upset about? My mom is a champion of this list lmao, there’s so much stupid shit she’s thrown a fit over. The most ridiculous one happened last year when my sister sprained her ankle and my mom would not help her walk around and even walked faster than the rest of us. It was like she was purposely leaving us behind, which confused and pissed me off. Anyway I was left assisting Nina as she hobbled on. Eventually I caught up to my mom and asked her to slow down and to be with us and to help my sister walk. Apparently it was enough to piss her off and the whole ride home she was yelling at me and legitimately sobbing about how humiliated she was when I called her out because she thinks people overheard and are judging her for it. I mean if you’re afraid of getting judged isn’t that proof you know you did something shitty?

The sermon also turned personal and she started screaming about how I was a horrible daughter and that I’ve never done anything right, and that I was a disappointment, and that I was straying further from God everyday and she could see the horns growing on my head. How’s that for abusive? What was the best thing that happened to you today? I finally finished the level I’ve been stuck on in Mario Kart 8 and now I’m officially done with the game. I’ve never finished any video game before so it feels pretty bitching!!!!!!!!! Do you consider yourself a good cook? I don’t even consider myself a cook. What's the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? ^ The thing I just talked about, even though it wasn’t technically an argument because my mom didn’t let me talk throughout.

The next dumbest thing I could think of is probably when my grown-ass aunt fought me back when I was 13 on whether Beyoncé lip-syncs or not. It was a random family discussion and I was just talking about how much I like Beyoncé and she not only stole my thunder by picking a fight with me, but she also made me feel bad about something I loved lol. She was so insistent that she lip-syncs and was so hungry for an argument, I didn’t understand why?????? so I just dropped it and rolled my eyes at my dad. IT’S SO DUMB RIGHT What did you google last? Information I needed for an article I’m currently writing. What fashion trend makes you cringe or laugh everytime you see it? Skirts paired with either denim jeans or leggings, and short vests. All the Disney stars wore them and it was the epitome of fashion for us at the time aaaahhhhhhahahahahaha. What's your favorite holiday movie? LOVE ACTUALLY. For sure. I’d also say It’s A Wonderful Life but it has some very low points that ruins the Christmas-yness for me. How ambitious are you? I’m pretty ambitious and also a bit of a perfectionist, but I’m also aware of my limits and I don’t always jump onto tasks feeling confident. I know what I’m capable of so if I’m faced with something I know other people can be better at, I’ll consciously be less ambitious at it cos I usually let my insecurity get in the way. What was the biggest realization you have had about yourself? As someone who’s always thrived on being an introvert, the last few months and years have taught me that I CAN talk to people if I have to? And they’re not scary? I had little hope for myself prior to my internship - but it ended up being fun and I met a lot of awesome new people. I also never thought I’d get to write articles solely because I hate interviewing people - but my sources have all been nothing but nice to me. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve always doubted my ability to talk to people and dive in to unfamiliar scenarios, but when I do either it’s always turned out to be great experiences for me.

What topic could you spend forever talking about? If we’re going for what’s been the most recent hot topic, it would be the government’s incompetence in dealing with COVID-19 so far. Which way should toilet paper hang, over or under? Over. What word is a lot of fun to say? I dunno. I don’t think of words in terms of how fun they are to say. Maybe curse words? HAHAHA If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? Assuming the internet is nothing to worry about, I’d watch all the series I’ve long planned on watching but can’t because Netflix does a big pull on the entire household’s connection. Are you usually early or late? Early or on time. There is no ‘late’ for me. What do you wish you knew more about? The future. Not knowing the answers to it is so irritating/boring to me. What is the most annoying question you've been asked? Asking if I go to rallies/am an activist/am part of the NPA just because of the school I come from. None of those things are bad at all, but I’ve always been annoyed at the stereotyping. How different was your life 1 year ago? I wasn’t graduating yet then. And I was OUTSIDE MOST DAYS because there wasn’t any fucking virus. What movie title best describes your life? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, except I literally have to be stuck at home. What was the last lie you told? Telling my groupmates I had some family stuff at home to fix before getting started on our group project, but really I had to take a bath first because I wanted to feel fresh while working. It’s a minor lie, but it still made me feel bad. What type of music do you listen to? It’s usually varied but my go-to genres are indie pop, electropop, alternative rock, punk rock, *some* indie, R&B, and pop.

Are you a good listener? Yeah, it’s why I prefer to be one than a talker. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Cookies and cream or some peanut butter/chocolate concoction. Do you think you're brave? I can be. Just not about everything. What are you most grateful for in your life? The relatively comfortable life we live considering where we live. And that covers everything from the food we eat, the schools we’ve been sent to, where we get to travel (or the fact that we can travel at all), etc.

What was the worst phase in your life? My rebellious, no-one-understands-me, angsty teen phase when I was 12-13 and my time readjusting in college when I was 18-19. What is a relationship deal breaker for you? Verbal abuse. What are some things that give you complete peace of mind? Staying in coffee shops, driving at midnight, views of the skyline at night, staying on the rooftop at night and being under the stars... I just like a lot of things about the night. Would you like to explore another planet? Yesssssss. Who was your favorite cartoon character as a child? Spongebob. Cosmo from The Fairly Oddparents comes at a close second. What would you do if you were the president of your own country? Right now? I’d assure people everything was being taken care of – mass testing, support for doctors, provision of PPEs and free transportation for frontliners, making all the senators (who are all expectedly not doing anything, save for one) work their asses off, put part of the P275B fund to assist middle- and lower-class people who can’t  – instead of imposing shoot-to-kill orders for the military to anyone criticizing the government or rambling about absolutely fucking nothing in nation addresses.

[imagine-x-everything]

You walked through the house you and Sommy were trying to make a home. It was hard to make a home when he was never at home. He worked a lot but he loved his job and sometimes you got to work with him. You were technically ‘a friend of the NYPD’ but the Special Victims Unit consulted you on cases where they needed psychological assistance or input from a professional on behavior.

You and Sonny didn’t get to spend much time together, not as much as you would’ve liked anyway, but he made sure every moment was special. He brought flowers and Chinese takeout home at three in the morning and you would watch a movie. You danced on the balcony at your old apartment. Every few months, he’d request a few days off and you’d would spend the weekend in a cabin upstate,the two of you.

You picked the mug out of the sink that Sonny must have used when he left for work that morning and poured yourself some coffee, looking around at the boxes in towering columns around your house.

Your house. You smiled, suddenly losing you bitterness towards your surroundings. You pictured a toddler, a little girl with Sonny’s eyes and your hair, your nose, his smile, slapping her bare feet against the hardwood. Your little fantasy was over when Ace came running down the hall, pounding down the hall, his giant paws making a sound similar to a herd of elephants. His tail was wagging furiously and he was showing all of his teeth. Sonny always called it Ace’s smile and he’d learned to do it on command. Sonny brought Ace home a year before, he found him on a bust and the dog was going to be taken to the pound otherwise.

You spent most of that morning the same way you had the past four mornings, unpacking boxes and signing for new deliveries.

Around 3 that afternoon, Sonny’s mother stopped by to drop off a dish full of leftovers from the dinner she had made for the two of you the night before. You hoped it was your lucky day and Sonny would call, wanting you to bring him lunch.

“Y/N,” she started in as she followed you to the kitchen. “The two of you have been here for four days and you haven’t unpacked yet?”

“Uhm...no.” Your voice was squeaky and cheerful, as it always had to be with her. “We’ve both been working.”

“Working? You’re home all day.”

“I have a job Mrs. Carisi.” You turned around with a huge smile on your face, trying not to react so she’d get bored and go home.

“You don’t have a real job. You went to school 12 years and for what?”

“My doctorate, Mrs. Carisi.” You gritted your teeth. She sighed.

“Don’t you have any clothes of your own? Everytime I show up, You’ve got on some lounge pants and a t-shirt of his, they don’t fit you,Y/N! He’s a skinny boy. He wasn’t skinny like that when he lived with me, you know.”

“Yes, well-“ you were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was Sonny. You snatched it up and answered it quickly.

“It’s Sonny.” You mouthed to his mother. “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, I’m going to take a break soon, think you could bring me lunch?”

“Yea sure, I’ll bring you some lunch.” Yoh answered in the same overly cheerful voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, honey I’m fine. It’s so funny you asked to bring lunch because your mother just dropped in to give us the leftovers from last night, isn’t that so nice?” You were hoping he would understand.

“Oh, I see.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you in a few babe. I love you. Tell Ma I love her.”

“I will. I love you too.” You looked at the background on your phone, you and Sommy acting like goofballs in an art museum.

“Well?” Mrs. Carisi demanded.

“Oh! Um- he told me to tell you thank you and that he loves you.” She smiled. “He asked me to bring him some lunch so, I have to go. Thank you Mrs. Carisi.” You grabbed your keys and headed for the door but she scoffed. “Is everything alright?”

“Aren’t you going to walk me out?” Her eyebrows raised in a power play. She knew her hold over her son and so indirectly, you .

“Of course, how could I forget?” You turned back, linking your arm with hers as you walked her back to her car and closed her door for her. You threw up both middle fingers as she drove around the corner.

You walked to the precinct, taking in the sun and the cool breeze.

You never knew what you would walk into when you went to spend Sonny’s break with him. But you always went when he asked.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Sonny kissed your head when he greeted you.

“I brought leftovers, your mom dropped them off at the house.” You followed him to the break room, saying hello to Sonny’s coworkers as you passed through the bullpen. “How has your day been?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Dirt, scum, shit. I made a bust, really pissed off some big guys, apparently.” He shrugged his jacket off and sat down across the table from you.

“Dominick...” his hand wrapped around yours, trying to ask you not to worry, but he knew you always would.

“How’s your day been?” He was chewing already, covering his mouth as he spoke.

“Dirt, scum, shit.” You smirked.

“I’m sorry baby, what happened?”

“Nothing, I feel like just as I’m making any kind of dent in the boxes, more just show up. And your mom, god.”

“What, Ace isn’t helping you unpack?” He grinned back at me.

“No, he definitely helped me make a bigger mess than what there already was.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Mom giving you a hard time again?”

“Again? It never stopped.” You laughed.

“I’ll talk to her about it. She’s only like that ‘cause I’m her only son. You know? She doesn’t want me-“

“I want my lawyer!!!” There was a loud yelling coming from the office, so Sonny jumped to his feet, you following after him. “I want my fucking law- YOU! Carisi!” The man screamed, beginning to kick and bump against the two cops bringing him to the interrogation rooms right past the break room. “Is that your little bitch Carisi?” The man spat at you on his way past the doorway.

“That’s enough!” One of the cops warned.

“I’ll make sure the same thing happens to her that happened to those other girls!” He kept yelling until he was locked in a room himself. You didn’t think anything of it, when they brought in suspects, obviously most of them were usually very upset, cussing, throwing insults, making threats, and saying disgusting things like that.

“You okay baby?” Sonny turned around, grabbing your face in his hands, checking you, even though you’d never been touched.

“I’m fine.” You answered statically. “That’s the guy you pissed off, I’m assuming.”

“You’d be correct.” He sighed.

“Please just be careful, baby.” Begging for his own sake. Sonny was the type of man to run into a burning building to save a kitten, which meant he got himself into all kinds of predicaments. Sonny’s eyes glossed over, looking at you apologetically. “Sometimes I wish you were a librarian or something.” You joked just to hear him laugh.

“I gotta get back to work, doll. I love you.” Sonny placed a kiss on your forehead. “Be safe on your way home, okay? Text me.” He threw his trash away and gave you one last look before he left the break room.

Your house was several blocks from the precinct but you didn’t mind the walk. It’s easy to feel like you’re being followed on the sidewalk in New York, but you had a feeling in your gut that told you that you truly were being followed. You weaved through larger crowds and took a couple wrong turns, trying to shake the feeling but you ended up hailing a cab. The ride home calmed you down, and Ace’s presence when you got home was enough to put the whole thing completely out of your mind. You texted Sonny, plopping down on your bed, which was just a mattress on the floor, Just got home, hope you have a nice rest of your day. Be safe out there baby. I love you.

It was around 8 when you woke up from the nap you were taking to 9 missed calls from Sonny, one from Olivia, and one from Fin. You opened a voicemail from Sonny.

“Hey. The guy you saw at the precinct today, his name is Emmanuel Cost, he uh- he made bail. It’s probably nothing, just make sure you lock the doors okay? I love you.”

And then the next, “Hey sweetheart, just call me when you get this honey, okay? I’m just worried about you is all.”

“Y/N, you need to get out of the house now. Take Ace and go to my moms, alright? Nothing happened, no news, just want you to be safe, babe, I love you so much. Please call me back when you get this.”

You jumped when you heard a crash downstairs. You tried calling Sonny back with no answer so you left him a short message, trying to be as quiet as possible, you covered your mouth and the speaker with your hand. “Sonny, I think someone is in the house, I just heard a crash downstairs, don’t call me back, just get here, please.”

And then you called the police, creeping downstairs with your baseball bat and Sonny’s gun tucked into the back of your pants, hoping you wouldn’t have to use it. As you got closer to the bottom you heard someone rustling through the boxes and when you got to the bottom you peaked around the corner to see a tall, broad figure in the darkness going through my things. He was in the living room, which was connected to the dining room so when he turned his back you ran as silently as possible across the hall into the kitchen. you placed your bat silently on the mat in front of the stove, pulling the gun from behind yourself and snuck through to the dining room.

You held the gun up, aiming directly for his head and cocked it, obviously drawing the mans attention. “I don’t know who you are or what you want but my boyfriend is a cop and him and his friends are on their way, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my house.”

“So you’re the bitch, that detectives little old lady.” He sneered. “You gonna shoot me, puta?”

“If I have to.” you were shaking, your whole body was, but you couldn’t let him think you wouldn’t pull the trigger. You heard sirens in the distance. There was no promise they were coming to your house, not in New York, but you prayed they were. “Sounds like I won’t though. You’re going to jail.”

He took steps toward you, moving like a tiger stalking prey. “I’m not going to jail.”

“Stop, right there.”

He didn’t. He kept coming towards you until you were standing face to face, your gun inches from his forehead now. “You know what I could do with you?” You could see a sick smile in the moonlight. He squeezed your face so hard your jaw popped.

“You’re not doing shit with me.” You scoffed. Before you could blink, he had slapped the gun out of your hand and punched you in the face. You fought until he wrestled you to the floor, on top of you holding your hands down with one of his. He got out a pocket knife, obnoxiously flipping it open and dragging the blade across your cheeks.

“Qué hermosa.” His disgusting breath rolling into my face so you spit in his. “Fuck! Little bitch!” He leaned back, to wipe the spit off his face and you fought as hard as you could to get free, grabbing the gun just as he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back. You slung your arm around and banged the pistol across his face. He fell on his side and when he looked up, he saw you standing over him, a gun pointed at his face.

“Y/N!” You heard Sonny scream as he burst in the door, gun held high.

Other officers were yelling, identifying themselves as NYPD, all of them surrounding the man on the floor. But you couldn’t put the gun down, you could only stand there, frozen, tears starting to roll down my face. Sonny took the gun from your hands. “It’s okay baby. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing my head. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, sobbing into his bulletproof vest. “C’mon baby let’s get you to the hospital okay?” Sonny hooked his arm under yours, around my back after he wrapped his windbreaker around your shoulders. The sirens outside screamed at you as you stepped outside with Sonny.

“Dominick,”

“I know baby. It’s okay. Let’s go, let’s just go.” He rode with you in the ambulance and sat with you in the room while the doctor stitched your forehead and checked you over.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about today, you know?” He said when the doctor left to do your paperwork.

“Sonny, please, it’s okay, really.” Yoh smiled softly at him, trying to make him feel better.

“No, J, it’s not okay. I-” his face turned red and his eyes started to water as he sat back in the chair he had pulled beside your bed. “I’ve been thinking for a while now.”

“Sonny…” You croaked. You thought he was going to tell you it was over, tell you he loved you but you couldn’t be together, he didn’t want to see you getting hurt. “Dominick, don’t do this.” He’d pushed you away before over minor incidents with suspects calling your phone, leaving threatening letters at your old apartment. You knew something like this would happen, it was bound to with your jobs, and you knew he would blame himself for it and you prayed he wasn’t pushing you away for good.

“Please, just let me finish.” he gave your hand a squeeze. “I love you baby.”

“I love you.”

“You are the most important thing to me and I want you to be safe.” he started. “I will do everything in my power to protect you for the rest of my life, so that nothing like this ever happens again.”

“Sonny-”

“Baby, I want you to marry me.”

“Dom, I- What?”

“Marry me,Y/N. I know this isn’t the most romantic thing I could’ve done.” he chuckled. “And I-I don’t have a ring, I’ll get you one, anything you want. But marry me.” he huffed it all out breathlessly.

“Y/N, Barba is here to ask a few questions.” Olivia appeared in the doorway with Rafeal. “Sorry, is now not a good time?”

“This is the best time.” You cried. “Yes!” You looked back to Sonny, tears falling quickly over your cheeks. “Of course I will, Sonny.”

“What’s going on here?” Barba stuttered. Sonny’s face was red and glowing.

“I’m gonna marry her!” Sonny exclaimed, his own tears drenching his face now. He stood up, looking back at them before he leaned over your bed, hugging me tightly.

“My ribs, baby, my ribs.” You grunted.

“Oh right.” He sniffled, straightening out his shirt. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Liv and Rafael both looked confused and slightly uncomfortable by Sonny’s outburst, Barba more so than Olivia.

“Well, congratulations.” She clapped her hands together.

You gave your statement to the Barba and the police handling the investigation. When it was all over, Sonny took you to a hotel near the station for the night

[meddows-theblondebastard]

‘Galileo’ For The Win (’Galileo’ or Stop Laughing At Me While I’m Filming Part 2.) (Ben Hardy Imagine)

Also posted on d-double-trouble and AO3.

Warnings: None.

                                                    Imagines / Part 1

PLOT: You’re back at Ben’s door after a difficult night out with Rockie, your boyfriend and you can definitely see the difference.

(Credits to Nicole Partridge for the picture on Pinterest.)

It was after 10PM when you faced Ben’s apartment door. You were slightly tired, your phone was switched to ‚silent mode’ and you, yourself, had a bitter taste in your mouth. It would’ve been better if you had accepeted Ben’s offer from earlier this day. Your night out with Rockie was pretty terrible, to be honest. He liked to call it a date, but it didn’t feel like one at all. You two went to a restaurant near your house, a place you used to frequent before because you enormously enjoyed their food. Also, the place where you, Ben and Rockie hung out together for the first time. This time, Rockie acted so strange; he has questioned you, he looked at you and talked to you on a suspicious tone and he was all moody, like some particular thing really pissed him off. You couldn’t explain to yourself his behaviour, but it was certain that it ruined your night and bored you. What if Rockie found out you weren’t at work today and that you actually lied to him? No, he couldn’t have. You didn’t even spill something out, and it wasn’t a thing which should’ve worried you.

You don’t even care now.

After a few more seconds of thinking, you finally knock on the door. You can’t tell if someone’s approaching to open it, you can’t really define any sound inside the apartment. Holding your handbag over your shoulder and biting your lip, you see someone now looking at you through the opened door. It was nice to see that soft, blonde hair again.

„Oh.” He started. „It isn’t that late for you to be here, Y/N.”

„Hi.” You welcomed slowly. „So can I come in?” An answer to your question wasn’t needed, he just got out of your way and let you in without any comment. After he closed the door, his attention was all yours.

„Your night with Rockie?”

„I don’t really want to talk about this right now. I am tired and a bit angry.” You answered him. Your voice was calm, though. You were keeping your tone clean.

„Okay, sure. Everyone is in the living room, come with me. They’ll be very happy to see you.” Ben said, nodding. You let him walk in front of you while you followed him from behind. As you were approaching the living room, the voices you were hearing became more and more proeminent. Lucy’s one was subtle and cute as always while those deep masculine tones almost managed to cover it all.

Once they saw you, they stopped talking instantly. On each of their faces appeared a wide smile and they all greeted you.

„Y/N, it’s so nice to see you!” Gwilym said, but before you could start to talk, someone wrapped their arms around your waist. The sweet smell of her hair made you smile.

„Y/N!” Lucy was obviously excited to see you. You tried not to look too tensed and murmured a ,hello’ to each one of them. Then, you waved. When Lucy’s hand dragged you where she was sitting, on the couch, you had the chance to hi5 with each of the boys. They had beer bottles in their hands. Lucy had a glass full of juice, you assmued, with a straw in it.

„Lemonade, juice … And, well, I think beer is out of the discussion.” Ben suggested.

„Lemonade would be fine.” And then the boy went straight to the kitchen.

„I heard that you cannot come tonight.” The blonde girl beside you said.

„’Turns out I’m here, right?”

„You visited us today, but I didn’t get to see you.” Joe joined the conversation.”And you stole Ben in the lunch break.” He added. You smiled at him.

„It wasn’t like that.”

„It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t need to lie. Ben is not restricted to see other girls. I’m quite understanding.”

„Did I hear my name somwhere around here?” The one you were talking about had just came back with a glass in his hand. He came and handed it to you. You thanked him.

”Just Joe and his protection over you.” You said, looking at Joe with an amused expression. He winked.

„How lovely.” Ben replied while going to the place where the armchair Joe was sitting on was. „Not in front of her, please.” He begged.

This was clearly a thing for them. Joe and Ben became very friendly with each other quickly while working together on set. They had inside jokes, some of them which seemed strange for you and sometimes even making you a little jealous. All in all, it was funny to be around them and see them interacting like that. It’s a good thing they get along, especially for the bond they need to have in the movie. The others, Rami, Gwilym and Lucy were enjoying each other’s company just the same, they know how to get close to you and make you laugh, especially when they’re all together. It’s been barely three months since you met them for the first time and it has already felt like they have been your friends for years. Rami has an intelligence which makes you feel like a child when you talk to him, Joe is literally Joey Tribbiani from Friends, Gwilym acts just like a father in front of you all, not to mention how tall he is. He’s cute and knows how to play with words, always been around to make conversation with you about everything he would’ve noticed you are into. And Lucy … Lucy is a total sweetheart, always supporting, funny, a little clumsy, gentle, beautiful and incredibly good at giving advice. She helped you so much in three months with your questions about pregnancy, your messed up thoughts and with those shitty days you’ve had when everything seemed so upside down for no reason. She’s got a little obsession for dessert too and that brings you two even closer to each other. It is very exciting to be around them. Truly.

And Ben seems to be over the moon to know such persons. To see him so determinated, hard-working and eager for what future can bring him is a pleasure. He becomes more and more free around people, with you he behaves wonderfully, he makes you laugh and cheers you up everytime he has the opportunity. Being an actor fits him like a glove, it makes him glow and you can glow with him too.

You don’t realize how time passes when you, Lucy, Ben, Rami, Gwilym and Joe start talking. They continue to discuss about the upcoming scenes that need to be filmed over the next few days, debates about the movie’s relase date, future events and interviews, days off and free time and eventually, you feel the need to rest your head on Lucy’s shoulder. The glass of lemonade is still in your lap, but you don’t pay attention to it while your eyelinds become heavy enough to make your eyes close. You didn’t want to abandon the conversation with your friends, but you simply couldn’t help the fact that you were tired. This day has tired you and Rockie hasn’t helped you too much either. Sleep takes hold of you. The voices of your friends are losing intensity and you’re so comfortable.

After a good period of time when no sound is coming from your mouth, Ben finally notices that you have fallen asleep. With the eyes of the others watching his movements, he gets up from next to Rami and gets to you. His arms wrap around your waist and soon, he’s carrying you to his bedroom. It’s so hard to feel him moving, you sleep peacefully, only shifting when feeling a soft surface beneath you. Before returning to the living room, Ben looks at you once again and at the way your mouth is slightly parted whenever you’re sleeping. Smiling for himself, he turns off the lamp on the nightstand and leaves the door cracked behind him.

                                                             *

When you suddenly wake up it’s 3AM in the morning. That’s what your phone’s clock is saying when the light of the homescreen blinds you. Leaving it on the bed, you get up trying not to lose your balance due to fatigue and reach for the doorknob only to realize that the door is actually open. The hallway is very quiet to the living room and you can’t hear a voice while walking. In the living room, Ben is ready to lie down on the couch, with the TV on.

„Ben?”  You murmur, rubbing both of your eyes.

„What are you doing, Y/N? Go back to sleep.”

„They’re gone already?” You asked, trying to find Lucy or Joe or Rami anywhere around. Instead, the room seemed dark and empty. Ben saw the confusion on your face so he made you understand.

„It’s late. Joe was the last one to leave, but yeah. They went home.”

„I fell asleep early, but I was tired.”

„I know. I saw it. Are you okay?” He asked, as if he was unsure of your situation. You didn’t really understand what he was referring to but you wanted to make him understand as well.

„Yeah, of course I am.”

„What happened tonight?” You didn’t move from your place. He, on the other hand, got closer until he was almost next to you. Rockie returned to your mind like a boulder, but you were lucky that your nerves  were eased by now.

„You mean about me and Rockie? He is just … We went out and he was suspicious all the time. I felt him being tensed while he was talking to me. Almost angry, I can say. I don’t know, it was very upsetting . I couldn’t wait to come back home after that, so when we did, I waited for him to fall asleep and then here I was. That’s what happened.”

„Uh …” Was all Ben could say about what he heard. You knew that he didn’t want to comment about your relationship or get too annoyed at Rockie because he cared about what you could’ve thought.  He wasn’t always able to control his reactions, he was aware of how stupid Rockie could’ve been sometimes.

„He starts to get on my nerves very quickly with this phases of his. He manages to get me tired all the damn time.” You confessed while your friend could only nod in agreement. „Ben, I know what you think even if you don’t prefer to talk.”

„That’s good because I won’t say it. You’re right, it’s annoying, but as you said today at the cafe, he has to understand.”

„Faster if possible.”

„Don’t ruin your rest with this now. Go back and sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? I’m gonna make sure to wake you up with the smell of coffee.” And he was right. You didn’t have to think about your childish boyfriend everytime you got into some kind of fight with him. And the most important, not now. Maybe he has to think about his behaviour too, if it isn’t too much to handle.

„You’ll sleep on the couch?” Only you could thing about somethink like that in this moment.

„Don’t worry about it.”

„I honestly don’t get how can you handle all my drama.” You were a little ashamed of Ben and of how many times he had to witness your life turning into a soap opera. Good for you, he never thinked like that about you and will never be able to. As long as he could help, it was more than fine for him. And unlike Rockie, he really knew you.

„I wish you a good night. Now go back to bed!” He even gestured you back to the hallway. You lifted your hands up in defense and turned around to go back to the bedroom. All the while, you wore a sheepish smile on your face.

You were lying on your back, half-asleep when a strong, kind of sweet smell awoken all of your senses. You stretched your arms in the air and you blinked several times to get used to the image in front of your eyes. You took a deep breath and sealed your lips, which were parted because of your weird habit. Getting up, you got scared when you saw Ben just by the edge of the bed holding a cup of coffee in one of his hands.

„I hope not to find saliva on my pillow.”

„Aw, good morning to you too.” You cooed at him, not even taking in consideration his comment.

„As I promised …” He said, giving you the cup of coffee. „I had to let it cool down, as you prefer iced coffee.” Hearing him saying those words was funny and beautiful in the same time. A nice thing to wake up to.

„An observer. Sweet.” Your voice was definitely not normal in the morning. The sound of it almost made you cringe. However, you took a sip from your coffee.

„I’ll be back in the kitchen. My coffee is there.” Not long after he was out of the room, you took another sip from the cup and placed it on the nightstand near the bed. You searched for your phone on the mattress and when you found it, the first intention was to unlock it.

Oh no.

20 calls and 10 messages from Rockie were popping on the homescreen and you knew you were terrified and screwed. You bit your lip, not really feeling the guilt while you got up from the bed, following Ben in the kitchen. On the window, you could see the sun and the clear, blue sky. It seems like an amazing day. You certainly don’t want to ruin it with anything from an ugly text to an annoying boyfriend.

„I’m in so much trouble.” You said once you were facing Ben. He stood in front of the kitchen counter holding a white mug in his right hand. He didn’t seem to understand, that until you handed him your phone. He reluctantly took it, starting to tap the screen, probably scrolling through messages. Suddenly, you felt like this was all your fault.

„Your phone is on silent mode.”

„I did that last night, right after I left my house.”

„You know, it’s not such a big deal.”

„It is. But I didn’t want to talk to him. I was angry. And I can still be angry if I fully read those texts.”

„You know he exaggerates. You two need to talk, and that before you get to call him a loser.”

„Ben - …”

„Sorry.”

„No, in fact, he acts like a loser.”

Ben approached you and gave your phone back. You put it in the back pocket of your right now too-tight jeans and crossed your arms to your chest.

„I will clarify the situation, but I will not feel compelled to explain him anything more than it’s needed. Nothing happened and that’s all.”

„I’ll say something.” He kind of warned. „If you were my girlfriend, I certainly wouldn’t mind if I realized you’re spending more time with Joe than with me. Sincerely. It would’ve seemed funny to me.”

„We’re friends, that’s why you’re saying this right now.” Ben is used to always find an explanation, no matter how pointless it is.

„Not really. I trust you enough on that part.” He said back.

„Ben, you need to tell those things to somebody.” You started, feeling so fond of him all of a sudden. He was too sweet for this hour, this situation and even too sweet for a person like you. „Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you so much for everything, but there should be someone out there only for you who really needs you. More than I do. You totally deserve it.” The corners of his mouth curled when he heard what you’ve just said. He hestiated for a start, but then he came straight to you and dragged your whole body into o bear-alike hug. You were a bit surprised, but you’d never think of rejecting him or his pretty, sudden reactions. „Why isn’t there any lucky girl by your side?” Your words were muffled by your face being stuck in the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. Which, by the way, smelled like a candy shop for an unknown reason.

„’You mean you don’t feel lucky enough?” He looked at you from above, his eyes teasing a palyful exchange of expressions. „How can you ask me about a potential girlfriend while you’re being tucked up in my arms in this moment?

„Don’t do that. You should look for someone permanent.”

„Well, I happen to know that you’ll be giving birth in five months from now and unfortunately, I’m not in need of a grilfriend for the time being. I have to take care of someone, have you forgotten?”

„Stay right where you are, dear, I’m all good.”

„Anyway, if you’re still in doubts about the small bean’s name, I can help.” He suggested. Crazy how he manages to change topics.

„I’m still curious to hear them.” But after saying this sentence, you stopped in your tracks. „You’re definitely not going to call him Galileo.”

„Hey, but it is a smart ass name and how the hell did you know I was thinking about it?” He laughed and eventually broke your hug.

„You know, it was on your face.” It was actually, but another creepy detail about you was the fact that you could guess your friend’s next words, in some situations like this one, for example. Especially when he’s excited about something.

„And what if I would’ve said Patrick?”

„My baby’s name will never, ever be Patrick. This is a fact.”

„You’re mean.”

„And you’re terrible at picking names. But actually, you can, if you want, of course, do something for me.”

„Speak.”

„I’d fancy a ‚cool mom’ badge.”

„Oh, I know.”

It was a better idea to stay here with Ben and drink your coffees together rather than trying to get something good out of your relationship with Rockie. In fact, it wasn’t a thing to abandon speaking with him, just not a thing to do now. It could’ve sound selfish, but Ben was firmly a better companion.

„So you want to do that.”