#getting forced to talk to people is not fun

[verdancy-hime]

I want to never be expected to keep my word and to be allowed to punish others for not keeping theirs

I want to never be expected to be sexually faithful and to be able to demand that other people were faithful before they met me

I want to demand that everyone else give everything I say the benefit of the doubt or they are too sensitive while also claiming that any critique of my behavior is always harsh unfair and hyper critical

I want to be a hobo sexual who makes my girlfriend do my school work and my job applications and refuses to do any cleaning or cooking or anything other than play on the computer and go to work

I want to be allowed to tell all my significant other's secrets and talk to them in belittling ways in public and never have them to that to me

I want to blame my significant other for having to be an adult, like it's something they personally inflicted upon me

I want to force my significant other to try to be the fun police in my life at the expense of their own well being and mental health and never listen to them and constantly insult them and tell them they are a nag and unreasonable for being upset when I do things like literally get arrested

I want to get arrested and have it be cool and punk

I want to hit people in the face outside of bdsm and stab them and have it make them want to be my friend instead of hate me and want to get me fired

I want to crash other people's cars and borrow their things without asking and forget to return them or break them

I want to be allowed to ruin someone's life because they won't date me

I want morality to be a cudgel I get to wield against everyone around me and also something which never applies to me or stops me from doing whatever I want in the moment

I want to never need permission for anything and for no one to ever be able to stop me from doing anything

Like a man.

I want to be antisocial and destructive and have it be a woman's fault instead of mine.

I still like wearing lipstick and having long hair and getting to drink fruity alcohol instead of beer which tastes bad and own dolls

I just want to never be expected to be anyone else's moral compass and I want to be allowed to be a terrible person sometimes and I want to literally be allowed to kill anyone who wants me to do housework on their behalf like honestly I paid someone else to do it and I paid her really well and it was amazing but if I can't afford that like I want to be allowed to throw other people's unwashed dishes against the wall like an abusive husband in a lifetime movie.

I see a lot of ‘cis’ women say they wish they were androgynous in the way men were or they wish they were pretty in the way men were. This is your sign to go try to do that. You may find you enjoy being an androgynous woman. You may find you no longer identify as a woman. You may find you don’t like androgyny. You will not know until you try. Cut your hair if you’ve always wanted to but have been afraid to. Shop in the men’s section if you’ve been too nervous to. Wear clothing with an androgynous  silhouette. Experiment with binding, take baby steps with compression bras if you want. Wear unisex scents. Live life. Try things you want to try. A lot of cis women do not understand the joys of mens pants and mens deodorant. I think everyone should try both of those things.

[revelboo]

hello revel!! I want to absorb you into the hive mind. for fun, of course. mayhaps you give us more Predaking? or perhaps Megatronus? or even [insert character Revel wants to write about]?

anyways, I am enamoured with how you write, and how fast you write! it's insane!!!! you are a gift to this community ✨

Sure! And thank you!

Rewind Pt 2

Predaking x Reader

• Shifting in the sun, he lays his head on his claws, optics shuttering. Listening for you to make another mad dash for safety. Why don’t you give up? You must realize he’s much faster than you are. That you’re only getting away if he lets you. So why persist in running? There’s something almost admirable in that stubborn refusal to surrender. Hears you trying to be quiet as you get to your feet again and the tip of his tail flicks. Stubbornness isn’t that far from bravery in the right light.

• “Why don’t you give up?” That deep, voice rolls over you to make your skin prickle and you freeze. He’s talking to you. The giant metal dragon talks. Heart racing, you stare at him and one of his optics slides open to stare at you. If you run, he’s going to knock you down again. Know it and even if he’s not hurt you, you feel bruised. Running hasn’t gotten you anywhere, so maybe talking will.

• “I’m not ready to die,” you whisper, voice trembling even as your chin lifts. Afraid and angry at the same time. Those fierce words spoken as you look up at him towering over you, light through him. Hadn’t expected such defiance or bravery from such a pitiful thing. You have to know you’re helpless against him. That you can’t stop him if he does mean you harm. And you still meet his optics anyway. Making him feel almost guilty for toying with you.

• “So live,” he growls and there’s an almost musical sound of metal sliding against metal, parts slotting together as he transforms. Going from a massive dragon to a massive mech. And he’s staring at you like he’s just now seeing you before his luminous optics lift to the sky. “I won’t harm you.” Heart racing, those words in that deep, shockingly gentle voice are determined. “I know what is like to fight alone.”

• Such a small thing. And yet you still hesitantly reach out, lay a tiny, soft hand on his ped. Obviously still tense and ready to bolt, scared of him, but reaching out anyway. Wonders why you’re alone out here. If you have no clan, no people to look after you, protect you. If you’re alone like he is. Why does that bother him? Longing for his own kind and forced to play along with Megatron to meet that goal even if he doesn’t agree with the warlord or his tactics. But to bring back his people? He’ll become the monster if that’s what it takes. Has no other way forward.

• Want to ask why he’d toyed with you likes bored cat if he had no intention of hurting you. And you’re not sure why his answer matters to you. Why you aren’t running away before he changes his mind. “I’m weary of being alone,” he growls, voices rumbling through you where you’re touching him. And he turns, a hand reaching as you gasp. Caging you and lifting you in his cupped hands before you can run. What happened to not hurting you? Struggling to get free, you scream as he transforms and you’re falling before claws snare you. And he’s launching himself skyward carrying you away with him as you scream.

Previous

[mothmandalorian]

It's Just Dinner

Hello and welcome to my very first fic! This was inspired by a “Joel Miller x doesn’t know you’re dating” writing prompt. I’d hit the writer’s block wall pretty hard on another project but was encouraged to get some practice in by doing this. I’m so glad I did. This was really fun for me to write and I hope you have just as much fun reading it. And let’s face it, now that season 2 is out I think we all need to see this man happy. 

Huge HUGE thank you to the incomparable @djarins-cyare for lovingly forcing me to write this, being my beta reader, AND making the gorgeous header!

A quick note: This is mostly canon-compliant with TLOU with one very glaring exception: Joel doesn’t go golfing. This takes place after Joel’s talk with Ellie on the porch. My man can be traumatized but he will be breathing. 

No use of Y/N. Reader is female but there are no physical descriptions other than words like “pretty” (and yes, that does describe you if you’re reading this, I don’t make the rules). 

Tags: The Last of Us, Joel Miller, Joel Miller x f!reader, fluff, angst, fluff and angst, my precious traumatized Joel is just kind of an idiot sometimes, give the old man time he’’l figure it out, gratuitous mention of flannel shirts Word count: 2148

- - - - - - - - -

It’s not that you aren’t grateful to have a house in Jackson. 

When you’d first arrived here—after a horde of infected had attacked your group and you’d become its only survivor—you’d been under the impression it wasn’t even possible to have a house anymore. Maria handing you those keys had felt like a fever dream. 

You’re insanely grateful to have a house in Jackson.

But after the third consecutive leak in your bathroom sink, you’ve just about had it with houses.

“My brother Joel and his kiddo will be livin’ right across the street from ya. If ya need anything fixed, go bug him. He needs the socialization,” Tommy had said when he and Maria had helped you move in. You think they knew you’d be needing the socialization, too. A week of wandering the forest and convincing yourself that starving to death might actually be the least awful way to die out of all of your options will do that to you. 

You’ve seen Joel coming in and out of his house, taking note that he doesn’t do it nearly as often as your other neighbors do. He largely keeps to himself, aside from the young woman who appears to live in a makeshift apartment behind the property, who you assume is the kid Tommy had referred to. You’ve been too intimidated to walk over there yet. He isn’t nearly as approachable as the other people here, but then again, neither are you. You’re still a bit jumpy after a few too many dreams about gnawing teeth and endless forest. But when your bathroom floods for the third time, you get over it.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

To say that Joel isn’t used to visitors is an understatement.

He’d had another night of fitful sleep. Even though they’ve slightly improved since moving to Jackson, he’s convinced he’ll never be rid of the nightmares. He has even more reasons for them now, after all.

His relationship with Ellie is barely getting off the ground again, but he’ll take what he can get. After their talk on the porch, at least she isn’t completely ignoring him anymore.

He still dreams of sheep being stolen in the night, hearing their cries from afar as he tries and fails to find them. The endless pit of regret grows and grows in his stomach until his eyes open and his heart is racing. Usually, he has to look around the room, count the number of panes in the windows, squeeze and release his fingers and toes–anything to help him remember where he is. 

Today, the knock at his door serves as a much quicker method. Grumbling but unable to not check it, he rolls out of bed and tosses the nearest shirt on. Eyes still bleary, he opens his front door. He blinks a few times, making sure he’s seeing it right. There you are, the pretty new neighbor, standing on his porch first thing on a Thursday.

“Can I help ya?” 

It comes out almost mumbled, his Texas drawl heavier in the morning. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Oh, shit. 

You must have woken him up.

“I’m uh–god, I’m so sorry. Hi. I live, uh, over there…”

“Across the street, yeah?” Joel saves you, seemingly choosing to have mercy on you while your mouth stutters open and closed like a fish. 

“Yeah! That gray one. I’m um, I’m new here.”

“Only a couple’a weeks, right?” Joel asks, eyebrow quirking. He leans against the doorway with his arm above his head, and for a split second, you completely forget why you came over here. 

“Yup. Fresh off the…forest.” Oh, god. Really?

Joel chuckles, and you nearly want to thank him for it.

“I take it my brother told you to come bug me if somethin’ was off in your house, yeah?” 

You nod, trying not to make it any worse.

“I’ll come by later this afternoon.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

He keeps his word, and you make him dinner as payment.

He tries to refuse, but you insist, handing him a plate of the best-smelling food he’s had in years. 

“You can’t refuse. My house, my rules. Eat.”

He nods and obliges. It’s clear he isn’t used to this. What you’d originally thought was a coldness in his eyes looks a lot more like sadness this close, and you wonder if that’s why he doesn’t let people get close often. You don’t bring it up.

“I haven’t had someone else to cook for in years. And I’ve never had a proper kitchen to do it in. This is very exciting for me.”

Joel chuckles, a little bit of life briefly lighting up his face. 

“Don’t mind bein’ your test subject,” he says. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh god, ew. Please do not call me that, it makes me feel eighty years old.” Joel breaks into a full-body laugh. You catch a hint of surprise in his eyes before he settles into it, and you wonder how long it’s been since he’s gotten to laugh like that.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

He keeps coming back for dinner long after the sink is repaired. He always finds something in your house to fix, but you still always end the evening eating dinner together. Joel is surprisingly funny, his laugh lines well-earned. You learn that he worked as a contractor with his brother for over a decade before the outbreak, and he tells you stories about some of the strangest things he found in people’s drains. He tells you a lot of stories. None of them go beyond a certain depth. You don’t push it.

Because you want him to keep coming back. Because you desperately like him.

You frequently get distracted by the way his shoulders shake when he laughs, how he rubs his chin when he’s thinking, the gray hair growing in at his temples. 

They’re so distracting that you start to tell him things about you. He catches you off guard, and suddenly, you’re being vulnerable. 

He listens. He doesn’t share a whole lot about himself, but boy, does he listen. He doesn’t try to placate you with the same sappy bullshit everyone else tries to give you. He doesn’t do a lot of comforting at all. It’s downright refreshing.

You think that, at some level, he knows how it feels to be pitied, and it probably makes his skin crawl, too. 

You think that’s why your relationship works so well.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

This time, you’ve come over to his house bearing a pot full of something that smells heavenly. 

Joel watches closely as you take the cover off of it. 

“Chili,” you say proudly. “You said you grew up in Texas and ate stuff like this, right?”

His crooked, boyish smile makes all that effort crushing tomatoes and chopping onions worth it.

Ellie, who up until this point has simply been a person you know exists because you see her going in and out of her little apartment in the backyard, walks down the stairs, her hair wet from an apparent shower.

“I knew someone else made that. Nothing he’s ever cooked has smelled that good,” she says as she walks into the kitchen. 

“You wanna have some?” you ask. “I made plenty.”

Ellie looks at Joel.

“You haven’t even introduced us, and she’s offering me homemade food. This is finally the treatment I deserve,” she declares.

You chuckle.

“I like her, Joel,” Ellie’s sing-songy voice echoes as she walks out the door. 

Joel runs his hand through his hair.

“Your kid is funny,” you comment casually. “She must get that from you.”

He doesn’t correct you.

- - - - - - - - - - -

He knows he’s fucked up by the look in your eyes.

He doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings, he just wasn’t expecting…this. 

After dinner, as he stands up to start doing the dishes, you walk over to him and put your hands on each of his cheeks before tilting up your head and trying to bring your mouth to his. 

When he physically recoils, it really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that no one has tried to kiss him in years.

But you don’t know that. 

You curl in on yourself as you walk–more like scurry–out of his house. He hates every second of it, most of that hate directed at himself.

- - - - - - - - - - -

When Tommy opens his front door, seeing a shell-shocked Joel on his doorstep, he assumes the worst. 

“That’s it?” Tommy asks Joel when he explains the situation, trying to hold back a chuckle. 

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it’?” Joel snaps his eyes back up from the floor. 

“Your girlfriend tried to kiss you. It ain’t exactly news,” Tommy shrugs.

Joel feels like he’s been stabbed in the gut.

“My–my what?”

“Your girlfriend, Joel.”

There it is again, that feeling in his chest. The rising panic. The bile coming up from his stomach and scratching the back of his throat. The sweat in his palms. He stops talking for a solid minute.

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Tommy chuckles incredulously.

If Joel thinks about it hard enough, maybe the floor will open up and swallow him whole.

“What happened?” Maria’s voice floats in from the hallway before she walks into the kitchen.

“Joel’s lil girlfriend tried to kiss him, and he freaked out and scared the poor thing off.”

Maria laughs. “No kidding? I told you she’d be the one to try first,” she says unceremoniously, giving Tommy a pointed look.

“Yeah, yeah, I owe you two loads’a laundry.” 

Joel wonders if he can vanish into thin air if he just concentrates on it really hard.

“But it’s just…dinner.” 

Tommy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do not say that to the poor girl.”

Maria pretends to look at a nonexistent watch on her wrist. “By my math, you’ve got about twenty minutes to apologize before she rightfully never talks to you again,” she advises. 

Joel thinks back to all the times you’ve spent together. The way you pay attention to which foods he likes. Your insistence on standing closer and closer to him. The way you light up when you look at him. How has he been this stupid? 

Even the way Ellie had talked about you earlier should’ve clued him in: I like her, Joel. 

“Did everyone know but me?” Joel asks, sounding pained. 

Maria and Tommy nod, a slight cringe on each of their faces.

“Shit, I gotta go.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Tommy yells out the door behind him. Joel rolls his eyes and wonders if they’re already placing bets on how it will go.

- - - - - - - - - - -

It’s your turn to be surprised by a knock at the door.

You desperately try to wipe the tears from your face, but it’s no use. Joel gets to see you in your full, heartbroken glory. 

He’s fidgeting as he follows you into the living room, his hands clenching and unclenching. He takes a deep breath. “You may have picked up that I’m a little stupid when it comes to…this kinda thing.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What kinda ‘thing’? 

“I ain’t had anyone…interested in a long time. I think I forgot it was possible.”

He looks down at his hands, then back up at you. Wait, is he serious? There’s no way he’s just now realizing that you’re interested.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Joel approaches you slowly, his hands out as if in surrender, until he’s just a foot away. You can tell that his mouth is moving and that he’s probably saying words, but hell if you know what they are. What is he talking about? Why is he acting like this? You’ve been dating for weeks. Right?

“Honey, you hearin’ me?” You snap back when his thumb brushes your chin. His hand is gently resting on the back of your head, the other around at the small of your back. 

“Y-yeah–sorry–what?”

“I asked ya if we can try that again.”

You’ve barely finished nodding when his lips touch yours. His flannel shirt smells like the laundry you imagine hanging from a line across the backyard of your shared home. You picture coffee in the mornings on the porch, getting a dog together, what kind of wedding dress you can find in an apocalypse, how it feels when he wraps his arm around you in bed on cold mornings…

You don’t even realize you’ve moved your hands to grab at the front of his shirt until he pulls away, an infuriatingly smug chuckle coming out of him.

“I ain’t gonna float away, sweetheart.” 

You relax your grip a little but don’t move your hands entirely. 

“So…does this mean we can keep havin’ dinner?” He asks, the usual sadness in his eyes replaced by something softer. 

“Yeah, Joel. We can keep having dinner.”

You tug him in by his shirt to kiss him again. He’s not about to complain.

[chleem]

Casual /extra IV

One shot; college students drew x reader

explicit language and scenes, read at own caution

⋆.˚ "two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach, is it casual now?"

♡⸝⸝ elevator | other | more casual!drew

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The sun is casting that golden-hour glow across the backyard of the Starkey’s summer house, a little over the afternoon.

The yard, is decorated with a large banner that reads “Lil’s Second Bday,” and a few balloons are scattered around. The long table on the stone patio is stacked with snacks, and the smell of BBQ fills the air.

There aren’t many people- just the Starkey family; Mr and Mrs Starkey, Drew, his four siblings, his baby niece, and a couple of close relatives. 

It’s nothing big. Other than their baby niece’s birthday, it’s also a chance to catch up. Laughter and chatter fill the air, a warm vibe surrounding the entire afternoon, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The view of the beach just beyond the low fence adds to the relaxed, coastal atmosphere. 

…and you? You’re chilling, calm, and- and…and you don’t really know why you’re here. 

No, you do know. 

Drew’s mom invited you. 

A week ago, when you and Drew were casually lounging on the couch, watching tv, he picked up a call, suddenly handed it to you with a defeated look on his face. 

His mom. Mrs Starkey. 

She urged you to join them at their house on Long Beach, celebrating their granddaughter’s birthday, if you weren’t too busy. 

It was weird. 

Casual, yet you’re here, celebrating his niece’s birthday. 

You didn’t want to come. But Mrs Starkey sounded so excited on the phone, and it seemed like she liked you- a lot. 

And Drew? He didn’t resist much either. Last time you visited, it was his idea to bring you, thinking you could act as a ‘distraction’- both for his family, a new person to annoy, and for him, a way to sneak away from the constant questioning and attention.

On the way here, he’d admitted that yes, his family liked you, and it would definitely be boring without you.

The whole day flowed smoothly- a long drive in Drew’s car to the summer house his family owns. Upon arriving, you’d helped with setting up, meeting some relatives that Drew introduced you to- as his ‘best friend,’ of course. 

His niece? Adorably cute. His siblings and parents, would pull you away to chat privately, either about their random hobbies or just to get to know you better. 

You didn’t even realize how long it had been since you’d been alone with Drew today, until he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand lingering around your lower waist. 

You were holding his niece in your arms, standing by the fence, entertaining her with the seagulls flying just a few miles away- when Drew decided to join. His height loomed just over your shoulder, his broad chest brushing faintly against your back.

“Hey you,” 

Drew whispered into your ear, his voice low and flirty, just like it always was. 

You turned around, a smile pulling at your lips as you showed him Lils, his niece, held against your hip. 

“Look,” you whispered back, her pacifier snug in her mouth, her little eyes wide with curiosity.

“My sister’s… freaking out,” Drew started, a smirk tugging at his lips as his blue eyes met yours, the light catching from the afternoon sun, making them almost glow. “But it’s just you that kidnapped her.”

You shot him a glare, making him chuckle, the sound warm and full of amusement.

“Go away. We’re watching seagulls,” you half-heatedly tease him, turning back to the beach view. 

Drew, of course, wasn’t done. He laid his palm against your hips, gently turning you back to face him.

“Hey- hey,” he murmured, forcing his face into your view, the sapphire orbs meeting yours again, “I’m bored. Talk to me.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” he said, his smile soft and unbothered. “Just, just talk to me.”

His fingers came up, gently brushing the corners of your mouth.

“So?” he asked, his voice low, curious. “Was today fun?”

You looked away on purpose, pretending to think deeply for a second before answering with a playful shrug, “Hmm… could’ve been better.”

He laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all day- bubbling straight out of his chest.

“God- I missed you,” Drew suddenly said, like the phrase weighted nothing.

“Missed me?” you echoed, brow raised.

“Yeah.”

“We’ve… you’ve been in the same place as me all day.”

“I know.”

“You sat next to me like ten minutes ago.”

“I know.”

“You talked to me during lunch.”

“I know.”

“You’re literally talking to me right now.”

“…I know.”

His smile never wavered. If anything, it deepened, pulling at the corners of his mouth, creasing the skin around his eyes- those soft, familiar smile lines you could trace from memory.

His hand rested at the base of your neck now- light, warm, grounding. He was close. Too close. And he wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore.

He’s looking at your lips.

And you were pretty sure that if the two of you were alone right now, he’d kiss you. He’d kiss you like he’d been holding his breath all day and just remembered how to breathe. Like you were the cure for something he didn’t know he had. He’d kiss you like he’d thought about it a thousand times and still wasn’t ready.

Which… was not how casual people behaved. 

Before you could say anything, Lils, lets out a sound that’s muffled by her pacifier. 

You let out a quiet laugh at that.

Drew gently pulled his hand away from your neck, the warmth of his touch fading as Lils reached out to grab his finger- the one with the gold ring he always wore. Her tiny hand curled around it with the kind of fascination only toddlers had, but her attention quickly drifted. 

She reached for the chain bracelet on his wrist instead, the one he never took off. The one you gave him.

She tugged at it curiously, eyes wide with wonder. 

“Hey- she likes it,” Drew says, his voice warm as his gaze flicked from you to his niece. That smile still playing on his lips.

“I wonder who picked it,” you tease, rocking Lils gently on your hip.

“Someone amazing,” he murmurs, low enough that it felt just for you, punctuated by a quick wink that somehow made your heart skip in the dumbest, most inconvenient way.

He said things like that; and each time, it made you wonder if it’s still casual. 

Drew’s tongue poked out, resting on his lips for a beat as he stared down at yours. The look in his eyes said everything; Shit- he wants to kiss you so bad.

“…Stop that.”

You barely recognized your voice, rougher than you expected.

“Stop what?” he laughs, dropping his hand from your waist.

“Looking at me.” You try to play it off, but your pulse betrays you.

“‘Looking at you’?” He laughs again, “Where- where am I supposed to look then?”

“…no, I mean, stop looking at me like that.”

“…you’re confusing me, babe.”

The nickname slid off his tongue effortlessly, and it stirred something in you. Butterflies erupted, trapped somewhere between your chest and your stomach, without a doubt every single time he said it. 

“…never mind,” you whisper.

Drew laughs, for the thousandth time. 

Suddenly, a voice calls his name from across the crowd. You glance over, seeing two of his cousins standing together, probably wanting to talk to him. They waved over at you; eyes at your direction.

You turn back to Drew, but he’s still staring down at you, completely lost in the moment.

“Drew?”

“Mhm?” He hums absently; eyes still staring down at you. 

“Your cousins- they want you.”

“…Mhm.”

Before you can say anything else, Lils tugs harshly on Drew’s bracelet, causing his hand to shift slightly. That’s when he snaps back to the present, the playful, seductive gleam returning to his eyes.

“…Let’s get out of here,” Drew says, a hint of something else laced in his words. 

“What?” you ask, a little surprised. 

“Yeah, you heard me. Let’s get out of here.”

“What? ‘Get out of here’?” you giggle nervously, trying to mask the pulse that suddenly races through you, though part of you already knows exactly what Drew means. “But I’m taking care of Lils- ”

“Not anymore.” Drew’s voice is calm, but his hands are quick, effortlessly lifting Lils out of your arms and into his hold without much work at all. “You’re not- not the babysitter,” he adds.

“Drew, this is your niece’s birthday party. You can’t just leave.”

“She’s two. You think- you think she’ll remember this shit?” Drew glances down at Lils, the innocent little face beaming up at him, then back at you, the smirk still teasing at his lips.

You give him a soft glare, but it barely registers as he begins making his way toward his sisters, Mackayla and Brooke, both in deep conversation with each other.

“Drew- stop,” you say, a soft giggle escaping your lips. You tug at his arm gently, trying to keep him in place. “The party’s almost over anyways. Just a few minutes, yeah?”

He slows down for just a second but doesn’t stop, his steps continuing with that same purposeful stride. He glances back at you, his lips still curled in that devilish smile. 

“I- I don’t wanna wait.”

A heat rises to your neck as you fall silent, following him as he closes the distance to his sisters. Without hesitation, Drew interrupts their conversation, forcefully but gently placing his baby niece into Mackayla’s arms. Her mother instincts kick in immediately, holding Lils close to her.

“Here- take your kid,” Drew says, his tone that demanding, teasing way that siblings use when talking to each other.

“What-” Brooke glares at her brother with an exaggerated expression of disbelief. But then her eyes flicker to you, standing close to him, and her gaze softens as she shifts between you two.

You awkwardly stand on your feet under her scrutiny.

“Where are you guys going?” Mackayla rocks Lils in her arms, also looking at you.

“Showing y/n the house,” Drew says, his voice dropping low as his arm slides around your waist, guiding you away from them.

His sisters stare suspiciously at you two. Brooke already gave you a tour.

“Be right back,” Drew murmurs. He doesn’t wait for their response, tapping your waist to get you to move. Your feet follow his lead before you can think about it.

In seconds, you’re inside the house, the hum of the backyard party fading as the kitchen door clicks shut behind you. Drew’s presence envelops you, and you can’t ignore how close he really is, how the space between you seems to shrink.

“You’re showing me the house?” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you spin around, your sundress flowing with the movement.

Drew’s eyes land on your figure for just a moment, the smirk on his lips sharp, before they quickly flicker behind you, his attention drawn elsewhere.

“Alright- don’t- don’t do that near a window,” he mutters.

You laugh softly, out of shyness and amusement.

You follow him as he walks through the kitchen into the living room, purposely trailing behind.

It’s hard not to notice the way his eyes flicker around, scanning the space, his steps urgent and his back muscles flexing under his shirt.

When he starts walking up the stairs, you stop at the bottom. 

Drew’s a few steps up before he realizes he doesn’t hear your footsteps following. He looks down at you, a mix of a smile and something resigned tugging at his features. 

Without a second thought, he hurriedly walks back down, and grabs your wrist with a firm, almost commanding grip.

“What are you doing?” Drew asks, a chuckle escaping him as if he already knows the answer.

“What are you doing? Show me around,” you tease, mimicking his words from earlier.

“Babe, c'mon,” he groans, tugging your wrist.

“No, show me the living room or something,” you murmur, the corner of your lips lifting in amusement.

Drew stares into your eyes, his gaze intense, but surprisingly, he lets go. 

You smile, before turning to point toward the pictures along the fireplace. The Starkey siblings’ childhood memories sit there, arranged like a timeline of their past. Brooke already introduced you to them, even showing you the entire family album. You’d seen Drew’s younger self, his bob haircut embarrassingly cute.

“Tell me about those- Drew!”

Before you can even finish your sentence, he lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder. Your ass sticks in the air, and one of his hands comes up, flattening your dress back down.

He lets one hand stay there; caressing the back of your thighs, the other hand on your lower back to steady you in place.  

“Drew, what if someone sees us?” You breathe out, as you realize he’s making his way upstairs.

His throaty laugh replies instead. 

“Drew- put me down-“

He slaps your ass, rather roughly, the sound echoing for a brief second. 

Your gasp follows after, and he laughs once more. 

“What? Want me to do it again?” Drew teases. 

And because your face is close to his ass, you hit on it; hands balling into fists as you attempt to frustrate him into putting you down. 

You wiggle in the process; which just makes him hold you even tighter; not even flinching at your protests. 

Your white ballet flats slip off, rolling down the stairs. 

The familiar flooring of the second-floor hallway approaches, the sound of it under his heavy steps making it clear that you're getting closer to his room. The moment you hear his door click open, you give up, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

Without a word, he drops you onto his bed, your body bouncing slightly from the force, and you try to prop yourself up with your elbows. 

Drew stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with that smirk of his, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hair is slightly messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding to the casual look that only seems to make him more irresistible. 

The way he’s looking at you, though, is anything but casual.

“Comfortable?” he teases, his voice low and mischievous as he takes a step closer.

You giggle, and instinctively, your feet come up, pushing lightly against his stomach to keep him from coming any closer. “At least show me your room.”

Last time, at Drew’s childhood home, you remember Drew’s bedroom like it was yesterday. The basketball posters, his sports car bed frame, a small table, shelves filled with trophies and books, etc. It was the typical teenage boy’s room. 

This, however, was a bit different. This was the summer house. 

You scanned his room quickly, taking it all in. 

It wasn’t as decorated as his childhood room, the interior different too. The white walls were bare in comparison, except for a couple of posters and a surfboard leaning against one side of the room. In the corner, a guitar rested. His table was cluttered with papers and a few random items, and on the wall, a small basketball hoop hung above his trashcan.

Your eyes don’t linger long because Drew grabs your legs, forcing them apart as he leans down, slowly pressing his weight on you. 

“You play guitar?” You continue, as he signals for you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

You do; your dress shifting upward, riding up past your hips. Drew glances down at your panties; licking his lips as his hand covers the back of your neck. 

“Shut up,”

he practically growls, his voice low and rough as it vibrates through the air.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or insulted, you let out a giggle, a flutter deep in your stomach, a rush of warmth flowing through you. 

Casual, casual, casual. 

His lips inches from yours, the tip of your noses brushing as he closes the distance. 

He finally kisses you after being deprived of it all day; his tongue darting in without hesitation. 

You gasp at his urgency, your arms naturally wrapping around his neck. One of his hands steady himself against the bed; the other sliding down further, from the back of your neck, lower, lower, lower, moving to your stomach. 

The heat escalates as you explore each other’s mouths; licking, sucking, caressing, or whatever you would use to describe a passionate and lustful kiss.

Moaning into his mouth as he cups you over the pussy, your hips buckling instinctively against him. 

You didn’t even know how wet you are from the make-out; until Drew chuckled into your mouth, his chest shaking against yours. 

“Soaked, you are,” he murmurs, letting his lips drag along your jawline, before sucking on the skin just below your chin. 

You whimper softly as his teeth sink in, head leaning back into the mattress. 

He tugs down the waistband of your panties, lugging it just above your knees. At the same time, his lips trail to your cleavage, and he gives each side a quick peck. Your hands play with his hair now; messing, ruffling it just enough to see him smirk, clearly enjoying it. 

Drew shifts; positioning himself so his face lies on your stomach, your legs now lazily dangling by his sides. 

He plants kisses on your bare tummy; a hand kneading your breast, the other still resting on the bed. 

He basically has you trapped under him. 

Your back arches as his mouth goes from light brushes to aggressive savoring; tongue licking your skin, moving lower, lower, lower. 

Until the tip of his tongue teases your sensitive nub. He teases it; slow and deliberately, earning your breathy gasps, your fingers tangling with his hair. 

“Drew…” you whined, the throbbing of your pussy growing louder by the second. 

“Mhm?” 

Tongue flat against your folds, he licks a long stride of your arousal. 

Your breath hitches, moans rippling out of you. 

His laughter, all shaky and trembling, echos between your folds, his hot breath fanning the cold sensation. 

However, just as you expect him to dive in, eat, clean up the crumbs, he tears himself away. 

Your eyebrows knit together, your arms and legs dropping onto the bed. 

Drew has that devilish, almost mocking smile on his face as he pushes himself off the bed. You don’t miss the glossy shimmer of saliva (or arousal?) dripping from the corner of his lips, the blue eyes of his taking in your position; your sprawled-out body and dress barely worn right. 

You prop yourself up by your elbows; the strips of fabric flowing off your shoulders. 

“You got something on your…” 

You point to your own lips, before giggling, clasping your thighs back together. 

The smirk on his lips remains, and he wipes it off with the back of his hand. 

“Now get back here,” you whisper, eyes dropping to his crotch, seeing a very, very obvious outline of his erection.  

Drew touches his back pocket, and his expression drops, the playfulness in his eyes quickly replaced with something unreadable.

“What?” you ask, your voice a mix of curiosity and concern, your gaze following his every move.

He pokes his tongue against his cheek; eyes darting around the room as he thinks. 

And swear, you could see the exact second when it finally clicks through his mind. 

“Don’t- don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, his tone soft but firm as he walks out of the room.

As his footsteps fade away, it’s only then that you realize- he never closed the door. 

…Idiot. 

A small, frustrated laugh escapes you. 

You can’t believe you didn’t notice earlier.

What if someone saw? Idiot, really. 

You bite on your bottom lip as you waited, looking around his room. Oh, there’s even a CD player resting on the shelves, with booklets of of albums. Mostly old ones, worn at the edges, the artwork faded with time.

You hear footsteps again.

Sure enough, Drew’s back.

A light smile plays on his lips as he steps in- and then, casually, effortlessly, he rips open a small foil package.

“Close the door!” You whisper-yell. 

He pauses, glances over his shoulder- then quickly shoves it shut. The force of it sends a loud thud echoing through the house.

Good thing everyone’s downstairs, outside.

You let out an excited laugh as you sit up slightly, spreading your legs to let Drew in. 

“Where did you get that?” You ask, as he yanks his pants down, just enough to let his hard-on spring out. Your eyes flicker to his cock; already leaking his precum. 

“Logan,” he murmurs, knees sinking into the mattress. “Lay down.”

You do as told; resting your elbows and letting your hands lay on your stomach. “What, he’s- he’s next door?”

“His suitcase,” he clarifies, a hint of frustration peeking through as his hands grip his cock, trying to wrap the plastic around it. 

Wait-

It’s pink. 

You fail to hold back your laugh, watching as obviously, it’s a different color, and it’s not his size. 

“Fuck,” he groans, a smile tugging at his lips, whether from the situation or your laugh, you can’t tell.

But you just laugh harder, watching him struggle. 

“Here- lemme help you- ” you murmured, sitting up and brushing his hands away, “- princess Sophia.”

You giggle at the name, biting your lip as you watch his reaction.

But the moment your gaze meets his, the air shifts.

His smile disappears like a switch flipped off, his jaw tightening. His blue eyes- dark, narrowed- lock onto you with a heat that’s no longer playful.

His hands fall to his sides as yours wrap around his length, gently tugging on the plastic, and adding a few strokes. 

“Never,” he breathes out, obviously trying to hold out a moan at the way you touch him, “never say that again.”

You blink, still grinning, but your breath catches a little.

“Or what?” You press. You get the condom on him; tight and barely covering him, but it works, the translucent pink standing out from the corner of your eyes. 

His hand comes up fast, covering your mouth. With one sharp push, he forces you back down onto the bed, your body hitting the sheets with a soft thud, your laughter muffled by his palm. 

“Shut up,” he murmurs, licking his lips. 

You sigh into the palm of his hand, letting your legs wrap around his waist, guiding him downward. 

Then fuck me already, your eyes say. 

Drew lets out a throaty laugh; hands leaving you to run through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. “You’re killing me,” he comments, lifting your hips to angle your entrance with his dick. 

You feel his tip drag along your drenched clit; smearing the wetness. You shudder, you head dropping back as he continues to glide his cock against your folds.  

With a slow push, he sinks into you, nestled between your legs. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Drew,” is all you manage to breathe out as he stretches your folds. 

He groans at the way you say his name; gripping your hips as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto you. 

Your walls tighten around his thick length; and his eyes flutter close at the feeling, pausing to savor it. 

Reaching out, you let your hand overlap his, holding lazily. 

Move already, your eyes say.  

He smirks, and his hand catches yours in a firm, rough grip. He drives it down, pressing the palm of your hand flat against your own hip, now completely claimed beneath his touch. 

Holding you, he pulls out, before pushing his cock back in. He makes sure to return fully in- making you soak in every bit of his length. 

“Oh,“ you moan, your other hand clinging onto the sheets. 

“Yeah? I haven’t even started,” he grunts, pulling out of you, before rolling his hips back in. 

He’s knee-deep into the mattress, the bed sinking under his weight as he continues the same process over and over again. 

Each thrust begins slow, drawn out- intentional, like a tease. He chuckles at the way you squirm underneath him; your mouth agape as your eyes fluttered up at him. 

“Wait- wait,”

Drew breathes out, and his smirk widens, his eyes glued down at your stomach. 

You follow his line of focus- and you see it. 

A bulge peeking out with every snap of his hip. 

You couldn’t help but giggle dumbly at that; your head falling back. 

“Shit- that’s- fuck,”

Is all Drew manages to stumble out as he slides faster, rougher, sloppier into you, amused by your tummy bulge. 

It’s happened before; he’s noticed this before; but he gets excited like a child getting a new toy, every time he sees it. 

“Mhm, you- you like that?” You breathe out, your own body shivering with the way he’s hammering into you. 

The slapping of skins develops into a sloppily rhythmic melody, paired with soft moans and low grunts, with occasional low chuckles. Your eyes focus on the way his bracelet dangles, the metals shining just briefly, adding to the liquid heat building in you. 

He lets go of your hand; tracing the hard outline of your tummy. 

“You- ” he starts to lean down, slowly letting his weight crash onto you. It allows his cock to sink deeper, nudging against your g-spot. You moan, loud and unfiltered into his ear as he presses a kiss on your cheek. “-you have no idea.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulder as his movements become jerky and messier, repeatedly attacking your g-spot. 

To the point where your knot snaps, without warning, unexpected. 

Maybe it was the sex, his words, or just him. 

But it sends you over the edge, moaning his name, shivering as it flows through you. 

Drew laughs, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, “oh, my baby,” he coos, giving the last few thrusts to chase his own high. 

Your arms fall to the side; panting as his length still slammed into you, your body trembling beneath him. 

His cock twitches, and- and he bites your shoulder. 

It’s so random and unlike everything before; the pain and pleasure mixing in together as his cum spills into the condom, that you just lay there, breathing in his sweat, cologne, everything. 

His teeth latched onto your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, definitely. 

“Aw, fuck,” he mumbles, a low groan escaping. 

He presses a hand into the mattress beside your head, lifting his weight off of you, but still close, hovering on top. 

Drew’s blue eyes look down at you, lazy and satisfied, a corner of his lips twisted into a smirk. There’s a faint trail of saliva clinging to his mouth, catching the light.

“Ow,” 

you whisper, delayed, breathy, but not really complaining. Your tired smile mirrors the haze in your eyes as your hand drifts up, fingers brushing the corner of his mouth.

You swipe the trail away gently, holding his face in your hands. 

His eyes flicker to your lips, and the smirk curves into a full smile- the one that produces winkles at the corners of his eyes.

It’s the kind of smile that feels warm and dangerous all at once.

The kind of smile that settles under your skin before you even realize it.

The kind of smile that feels casual. 

The kind of smile with no attachments. 

“Your skin’s soft,” he compliments. 

“But you didn’t need to bite me,” you shoot back, a soft giggle following after. 

“Aw, but you like it,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to your shoulder.

You follow his gaze- and it’s there, red, indented, a blooming imprint of teeth. 

That’s when it hits you; his family’s still downstairs, and your sundress isn’t going to cover this. Not even close. It’s not the kind of mark that fades in a few minutes either. 

You turn your gaze back to him, eyes narrowing, your smile quickly replaced by a pout. “Drew,” you whisper, dragging his name out like a warning. “You bit me.”

“I did,” he says, completely unbothered, the pride in his voice unmistakable. He leans in and gives your lips a quick, smug little peck- before slowly pulling out of you. 

He pushes himself off, the proximity gone. 

“Drew, this is serious. How am I supposed to hide this?”

He takes care of the pink condom; wrapping it up and disposing it in the trash. 

“It’ll fade in a few minutes,” he says with a lazy grin, adjusting his pants. His eyes trail over your wrecked form sprawled across the bed, and he licks his lips slowly. 

Then leans back against the edge of the table, arms crossed, his muscles flexing, “you’ll be fine. You- you are fine.”

A few quiet seconds pass before Drew moves again. 

He walks back to you, and handles you by the waist, pulling you to sit upright. You sway slightly, but he steadies you, letting your head lay on his chest.

His heartbeat hammers against your walls. 

Casual, casual, casual. 

He’s got tissues in his hands; and he wipes your pussy clean, gently taking care of you. 

When he’s done, he fixes your attire; adjusting the straps back over your shoulders, sliding your underwear back on, smoothing the hem of your dress back to its place. 

The bracelet and ring brushes against your skin ever so often. 

Casual, casual, casual. 

You study the side of his face; taking in the slight part of his glossed lips, the way his blue eyes stay locked on you. His hair is messy, a little damp with sweat. Your gaze trails over the tip of his nose, then down to the soft curve of a double chin that appears at this angle. 

“It’s not so bad,” Drew murmurs, fingertips grazing the bite mark on your shoulder-  the one your sundress strap barely manages to cover.

Casual, casual, casual.

“Let me do it to you, then it’s even."

“…do me then.” the double meaning doesn’t go unnoticed. 

You’re laying on his chest, looking up, eyes locking for a split second before it crumbles- you break into laughter, unable to hold it in. He snorts, then laughs too, chest shaking beneath you. 

Somewhere between the laughter, he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your eye.

Your gaze drifts around the room, and you’re remembering that this is his childhood room. The one he spent summers in. The surfboard propped in the corner, the guitar leaning against the wall, shelves cluttered with music and memories. It smells like him, like salt and dust and something warm you can’t name.

If you’re going to be here a little longer, you figure, you might as well make it count.

“You play guitar?” you ask again. 

“Sometimes,” he murmurs. One hand comes up to the back of your neck, fingers curling gently, rubbing slow, lazy circles into your skin. 

“‘Sometimes’? But I’ve never seen you play.”

He shrugs, “you never- you never asked to see me play.”

“…play it right now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Barely remember shit,” he mutters, and you see those sapphire orbs of his flicker to your lips, “…barely remember shit.”

You cock your head to the side, eyes beaming at him. Your hands slip under his shirt without warning, palms pressing against his stomach- warm skin, hard muscle, the faint trail beneath your fingertips. You start to massage gently, slow circles over his abs, coaxing.

You watch his jaw flex like he’s trying not to smile, but really, already folding.

“…okay,” he murmurs, giving in.

Your smile spreads as he walks over to the guitar propped against the wall. He picks it up with a quiet kind of care, fingers brushing off a thin layer of dust from the body. Then he walks back and sits beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The guitar rests comfortably in his hands, though it's clear it’s been a while. He strums a few hesitant chords- a little off, before reaching up to adjust the tuning pegs at the headstock, testing each string.

“You got a, a song in mind?” Drew asks once he finishes tuning, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching.

You shift on the bed, lying on your side to face him, propping your head up with one hand, your palm cradling your cheek. “Thought you barely remember.”

He smirks, fingers hovering over the strings. “…just recommend one.”

You glance away, thinking. One comes to mind almost immediately- the one that’s been on loop lately.

“Shallow.”

He bites his lower lip, nodding slowly.

Yeah, he knows. He’s heard you humming it, caught it on the shared playlist, playing in your AirPods, playing in the car. 

“Sing- sing the start again,” Drew purposely says. 

You give him a shy smile, already feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, but you do it anyway. You hum the beginning of the song, soft and unsure, the melody slipping from your lips a little uneven. The lyrics come out half-mumbled, half-forgotten, but you keep going, biting back a laugh as you stumble through them.

His eyes don’t leave your mouth.

Then, when you finish, he finally looks down at the guitar. His fingers move slowly, thoughtfully- and he begins to play the melody exactly as you sang it, mistakes and all.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch him, listen to the quiet chords filling the space between you.

“I’m falling... in all the good times…”

Drew sings the line without thinking, his voice low, a little rough, laced with that lazy drawl he always has when he’s not trying too hard. Somehow, that makes it worse. Or better. You’re not sure.

Your breath catches before you even realize it, and the playful smile you wore a second ago slips, just a little. Your eyes soften, doe-eyed and open, completely undone by something so small.

Casual, casual, casual. 

But it’s not.

Not when he’s sitting this close, not when your heartbeat stutters just hearing his voice wrapped around a song that’s been sitting in your chest for weeks. Not when he’s still so unaware of the weight he’s tossing around with every offhand lyric.

Drew strums once more, half-heartedly, then stops just before Gaga’s next verse. Looks up at you, totally oblivious, grinning like nothing's changed.

“You like that?” he asks, lips tugging up at the corner.

Yeah. You do. Maybe more than you should.

“Not bad,” you manage to say. You hope he doesn’t see how flustered and completely gone you are right now. 

“‘Not bad’?”

“Yeah. You- you got some parts wrong.”

He chuckles under his breath, “you sang it wrong though.”

“Blaming me now?” 

“…maybe.”

It’s quiet for a moment, that perfect little stretch of tension hanging between you, before he says softly, “come here.”

You glance at him, confused for a second. “…I’m already here,” you say, laying on the bed next to him.

But then he gestures with a shift in his posture, opening his legs slightly. “No, I mean, come here.”

It clicks in your head, and you crawl, sitting in between his legs. 

You lay your back against his chest, the warmth of him immediately surrounding you as the guitar nestles in front of you. 

His arms come around you, and you melt, melt into him like butter. His hands move- one guiding yours to the fretboard, the other settling on the sound hole. 

You feel his fingers slide over yours, teaching you the placement, Drew wrapped around you in the most natural, intimate way.

“You’re gonna teach me?” You murmur, your face inches from his, your nose grazing his jawline as you look up at him.

He hums in response, that soft sound vibrating against your back.

You can barely focus as he shows you how to strum, how to move your fingers, how to hold the chords. 

Your brain’s fogged, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded. 

You’re not listening to the melody. Not really.

"You’re a natural," Drew whispers- and that’s when you realize he’s stopped, at the same spot, right before Lady Gaga’s verse. 

“I am,” you whisper back, as he leans in and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You getting comfortable?”

“I am.” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur- and this time, you close the distance.

Your hands reach up, fingers threading through his hair, gentle and certain. 

The guitar slips away somewhere between your bodies, forgotten on the bed. 

His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer like instinct, like gravity.

You kiss him- slow, tender- and he kisses you back like he always does. Like he can’t help it. Like he physically can’t do it without you.

A few seconds, minutes, maybe even hours might’ve passed by the time you finally pull apart-  both of you gasping, smiling giddily. 

“You wanna head downstairs?” Drew asks, voice low, still breathless.

“Is it gone?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly, referring to the bite mark on your shoulder.

He shifts, his head cocking to the side as he stares at the spot. Your fingers lazily wrap around a soft strand of his shirt, as he squints, inspecting.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head, following his gaze.

It is gone.

So, reluctantly, you peel yourself off of him, standing slowly, hands smoothing over your dress.

Drew leaves the guitar on the bed, and then-  he reaches for your hand.

No words, no glance- just his fingers brushing yours, finding them easily. And sure enough, your fingers interlock like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

He leads you out of his room, and as you walk beside him you glance at his face; neutral, unreadable.

Holding hands. Something very causal to do, apparently. 

You trail a step behind him as you both descend the stairs, your eyes stuck on the place where your hands are joined. How could you not? The way his thumb brushes along your knuckle feels thoughtless, natural, nice.

“Shit-  your shoes,” 

Drew says suddenly, half-laughing.

You blink down and remembered how they slipped off on the stairs earlier. 

He bends down slightly- still holding your hand, and grabs them. He places your shoes neatly in front of your feet so you can easily slide into them.

“Thank you,” you whisper, as you slip your feet into them.

Drew gives you a quick wink, a playful glint in his eyes, before continuing down the stairs.

Nearing the end, the distant hum of voices starts to grow louder; laughter, silverware, footsteps. 

Thought everyone was outside? 

It’s not coming from the living room, as the two of you checked.

However, just as Drew turns the corner, just as the noise becomes real, closer, and the world outside of the two of you floods back in- 

He lets go.

Just… drops your hand. 

Immediate, sharp. 

When you look at him, he’s already a few steps ahead, like it never happened at all.

“What are you guys doing in here?” you hear Drew say.

You try to stop the frown forming at your lips, but it’s slowly sinking in. Quiet and slow, like an ache. Your hand- the one he had held- you rub it against your stomach, feeling the material. Like that’ll distract you. Like it’ll help.

You glance around the kitchen. His two siblings are moving through it like a well-rehearsed routine, grabbing plates, reaching into cabinets, passing things between each other.

Drew’s by the fridge now, grabbing a bottle of water. Or sparkling water. You don’t really know.

You don’t really care, actually.

“We’re cutting the cake now. Where’s y/n?” Brooke asks, glancing around the kitchen with a plate in her hand.

Drew leans back against the counter, then nods in your direction, chin tilted just slightly, and those blue eyes of his lock on yours.

Two almost identical pairs of eyes follow, putting you under a spotlight. 

You force a smile, your legs moving on their own, carrying you forward.

“How’s the house tour?” Logan asks, and the second the words leave his mouth, you feel your ears burn.

Your eyes flick to Drew before you can stop yourself. His expression changes in an instant. Not dramatic, very subtle- his jaw tenses, lips pressed into a flat line, his entire body suddenly still as he leans against the counter. He stares at the back of Logan’s head with a look that could cut glass.

Brooke catches it too. She nudges Logan in the shoulder, a silent knock it off, passed between siblings like a second language.

“It was fine,” you say finally, pushing the words through a tight smile. You meet Logan’s teasing gaze with one of your own- friendly, distant, like you didn’t just come down the stairs with Drew’s warmth still clinging to your skin.

“Mhm,” is all Logan replies, but you catch the way his lips twitch at the corners. Logan grabs the plates in both hands, muttering something under his breath as he speeds out of the kitchen, escaping before another sibling can ‘attack’ him. 

"Ignore him," Brooke assures, holding the silverware and knife in one hand, her other ready to grab the cake box. 

“Here- let me." you immediately reach out to take the cake box from her. 

“Oh- um, thanks,” Brooke smiles as your hands brush the blue handles of the cake.

As his siblings leave, Drew takes the box from you.

You look up at him. He’s staring down at you intently, his blue eyes searching yours as he holds the box by the handle. 

“You okay?” 

No, no, I’m not okay.

“Of course.”

He hums, and simply nods, accepting your answer without question.

You look away, your chest tight. 

You walk out the house, the noise of his family sweeping over you as you blend into the crowd of Starkeys. 

Drew steps out shortly after, and placing it on the long table, he undoes the cake box, revealing a big, cute cake decorated with colorful frosting.

You stand a few steps away, quietly observing, letting the warmth of the scene wash over you. 

Drew laughs at something someone says, his eyes lighting up, his hands expertly lighting the candles on top. His mom is next to him, helping with the candles, a bright smile on her face. Makayla stands nearby, holding Lils in her arms, her husband leaning in to kiss her cheek.

They start singing Happy Birthday, and you can’t help but smile, the whole scene feeling like a snapshot of something genuine. 

And while everyone sings to the little girl squirming in her mom’s arms, Drew’s eyes are glued to you.

He’s not looking at the candles.

Not at the cake.

Not at the birthday girl.

Just you.

There’s a slight smile on his lips, relaxed, familiar- and you can’t help but smile back, even as your heart kicks up in your chest.

Once the song is over, Makayla urges her daughter to blow out the candles. Clueless, Drew does it instead, a quick puff of air before the family applauds. 

You stay off to the side, watching as they start cutting the cake, handing out slices on plates.

People move around you, but you just stand there, wondering; 

Is it still casual?

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word count: 7.3k

࣪𖤐 a/n: longest fic i've ever written. also, I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT TF

also i finished new girl. i have a crush on nick miller

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elevator | other | more casual!drew

[bubbleguppies42]

mmm we share a love for perv wilson… i would love to hear more of your thoughts on him. ;)

-💌

anon can we makeout instead? I'm not asking for a friend I asking for ME because we're too alike

YESSSS GIVE ME PERV WILSON ALL DAY HES SO UGHH

like this man is so so nasty in the bedroom and I LOVE it. I think that he would be very different in bed compared to his usual people pleasing, kind attitude. instead he would be mean and sadistic. he tell you that you're nothing but a slut for him, he'd made you cry, he'd slap you and then kiss your cheek because he's still himself in the end.

you're his release. his play thing. his toy. and let me tell you, he does NOT share. (house can be an exception on occasion) if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you mention one of your male coworkers, his jealousy goes insane. the best part about his jealousy is the way he fucks you after. he's rough, careless, and unforgiving. (he never loses his pleasure dom ways you're still going to cum atleast 3 times) he throws you around like you're weightless, he fucks your face until you're sure you're going to throw up. he'd leave the most disgusting hickeys on you, in places that are impossible to cover up. (house does more of this imo lmk if I should dedicate a post to him) he would make you beg for him, make you beg for him to touch you.

he loves how much you'll do for him. he thinks it's the hottest thing in the world. he'll buy you slutty outfits to wear around his friends, knowing that you’ll do anything he asks, just so he can show off what's his. (this led to a fun night with him and house)

if he had a bad day you better be waiting in bed when he gets home. because he has no mercy, taking all of his frustrations out on you. if you do something he doesn't think is appropriate, he'd be so mean that you'd cry while he fucks you. if you get too loud he'd shove his thumb in your mouth and tell you how much of a slut you are since you can't seem to shut up, how you must want everyone in the building to know what he's doing to you. (though I think he is a bit of an exhibitionist and he also wants everyone to know what he's doing to you, he gets off more on the control of forcing you to be quiet)

more on his exhibitionism, he'd love doing things to you in his office. that could be fingering you, eating you out, or fucking you. this all started with you sucking his dick in his office, under his desk while he was doing paperwork. it was amazing until house barged into his office, demanding to know why his door was locked and complaining that he was forced to use the balcony door. Wilson hadn't been thinking about locking that door since it never gets used. he starts to panic, knowing how house reads people, especially him. he glances back down at his paperwork, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. you continue to suck his dick despite his pulling of your hair. he swallows his moans with clenched teeth. house suddenly stops his sentence, turning his full attention to Wilson. "what's got you so flustered?" house says with a smirk before unlocking Wilson's door and hobbling down the hallway. for once, closing the door behind him.

he's so insecure, but it somehow adds to his appeal

okay 💌 anon I love you

[amphitriteswife]

Goo dating headcanons

💸 Dating goo can be a real roller coaster. A fun roller coaster that is. There could be problems here and there but in his eyes it’s nothing he can’t solve. Yes it is true that sometimes he prioritizes his job over you sometimes. But that’s because his job is very ‘demanding.’ But it pays well, so he hopes you understand.

💸 Fair dates, cinema dates, shopping spree, restaurants, coffee dates and karaoke dates. (Sometimes with jonggun tagging along even though he himself doesn’t want to and goo forced invited him to go) he can’t always make it, but he does make it up to you in one way or another. Always.

💸 if you go to a far date, expect him to scream and yell in every attraction you go to. Yes he’s afraid of heights. Too bad you didn’t know, you have to put with him now. Luckily he don’t throw up. Oh but he WILL try the claw machine’s and not win shit. He spent a lot of money on it too by the way. Bro might start crying. Or just sit on the ground or sum. You might even feel bad for dawg😔

💸 if you are the one to actually win a plushie and give it to him, bro will scream. He’ll immediately hug it and start thanking you. You bet he’s taking pictures of it and posting it on all his socials. Even sending it to groupchats and Jonggun himself with a caption of ‘look what my girlfriend got me hehe😝😈’ and yes he also sends it to you. He’s putting the plush on his bed or in a special shrine he made with a gifts from you.

💸 personally, i think Goo also seems to be a best friend and boyfriend. He would want to be in love and love you if you get what i mean. Ofcourse his best friend is jonggun, but that’s different from how he loves you. A main thing that is important to him is understanding, you don’t need to accept. Just understanding for him is enough.

💸 If you date Goo, it’s high likely that you too are a fan of anime. He doesn’t really mind which type you are. Manga, manhwa, anime, donghua even BL or GL. He doesn’t really care which one you enjoy. He just likes the swords in em you know. He would probably talk for you about his favorites and you about yours. It could be that the two of you read/ watch together of that you made trades on watching each other’s faves. For him it feels like he can share a hobby with you which he appreciates.

💸 I can see you meeting Goo at a bookstore. Both of you at the Manga section eyeing the same manga. You having if in your hands first and Goo demanding that you give it to him with a serious gaze, however his face would twist in mild surprise when you do actually hand it to him. He would say he is joking but you would insist that he can take it, he would find your indifference and calm nature intriguing. He would stare at you for a while you pick at another manga and decide to buy that one instead. You didn’t bother arguing with him because you didn’t think you’ll see him again. Unfortunately, he kept showing up even when he saw you avoid him. Which eventually made him say. ‘Miss. Go on a date with me.’

💸 Goo likes to call you ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart.’ Because he thinks you’re lively, sweet, addictive and always lighten his heart. He feels as if he can say anything to you, no matter what it is. Sometimes he even wants to tell you everything about his job, but he knows he can’t because it’ll put you in danger and he can’t risk that. You mean too much to him to make you see the stuff he does.

💸 Now when it comes to you being Goo’s girlfriend. There are a lot of people you don’t know who are in Goo’s life. And he also doesn’t think it would be relevant for you to know all of them. He would probably introduce you to Jonggun who wonders why you haven’t left Goo yet. And maybe James who is rather aloof and is on pretty neutral terms with you. Its save to say that James likes you better than Goo. Jonggun on the other hand doesn’t necessarily engage with you, but does little things like asking you to look after Goo or keeping him on a leash.

💸 Goo would go to concerts with you. Even if he doesn’t listen to the same music as you. He’ll make sure he handles everything from tickets to seats to time stamps. He’s pretty laid back about it too, he has it handled but isn’t stern about it. He’ll buy you merch if that’s what you want, even going as far as to go buy it himself during the concert so that you can still enjoy seeing your artist(s). If it’s in another country he’ll ditch his work probably and still go with you anyway. If the concert has lightsticks you can be rest assured: he already bought those.

I’m sorry it’s short. I ran out ideas😭

[clonetrooperjournals]

Stutters

Summary : Working in the Mechanics department of the GAR has its challenges but when your a loner with a stutter who gets bullied on the daily the last thing you expect is the friendship of the Bad Batch Pairings : Crosshair x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) Warnings : angst, bullying, verbal and physical bullying, reader has a stutter, reader has a fat crush on crosshair (don't we all?), fluff, slightly spicy, happy ending Words : 2.1k Masterlist here dividers by @saradika-graphics

“H-Hand me t-t-the hydro s-s-spanner R3”  

The transport ship you had been working on was nearly finished. It looked like it had been to hell and back, covered in scorch marks, one side had half of the metal panels missing causing the need for the exposed wiring to be completely replaced. You had been stuck working on this ship for nearly 10 hours and was just about ready to call it quits. As you wipe the sweat from your brow you hear a commotion coming from the entry of the hangar.  

“Their back!” 

“Oh I hope there all okay!”  

“I hope Wrecker picks me up again!” 

The marauder lands and all the boys exit the ship. Clone force 99 has been the object of affection for a lot of the civilian mechanics. Most of the girls around here are used to the average clone so when the bad batch were put into the action most of the girls saw it as something different and throw themselves at them whenever they return home. You also thought they were handsome, especially one in particular but, you kept that to yourself. There's a reason you're a loner, nobody wants a stuttering mess of a person, including a super soldier with enhanced abilities.   

R3 rolls off to go and see the boys, knowing that Tech likes to dote on him. As you continue your wiring you hear the happy chirps of R3 getting closer and you giggle, “Y-yes R3 I’m g-g-glad the b-boys are h-home t-too.”  

“Yes, it is good to be home,” Tech says as he walks over to you with your droid, the others are trailing behind him.  

Your cheeks flush and you avoid the gaze of a certain sniper in the back of the group, “H-How w-was the m-m-mission?”  

“Long, but successful” Hunter says tiredly.  

You smile and nod, “I-I’m glad y-your all s-safe.” 

You had become friends with Tech after he fixed an issue with R3 a while back. You didn’t even know what was wrong with the astromech, but Tech saw you struggling and his curiosity got the better of him and he came to offer his assistance. Since then, he always comes to check up on you whenever they return home. He was a talker and a tinkerer, and since you preferred listening to talking, Tech rather enjoyed your company, especially when he needed time away from his brothers. Tech was one of the people you can genuinely say is a friend, he was always patient, understanding and never made fun of your stutter. He did sometimes try to come up with different methods and exercises for you to try to reduce the amount of stuttering, but you assumed Hunter told him to stop because he hasn’t said anything recently. You know he does it out of concern since he found out about the bullying, he’s been more attentive and checking on you more, even the other squad members come with him to check on you now. You assume he told them as well, which is its own form of embarrassing, but you know Tech means well so you can’t really hold it against him.  

 You glance around you and see some of the other girls pretending to be working while they glare at you. It hadn’t been bad at first, you had grown up with the stutter, you know how cruel people can be, so when some of the other mechanics started making offhand comments you didn’t let it bother you. Then it became more frequent, starting to make fun of you to your face and laugh when you would try to stutter your way through defending yourself, but when Tech became your friend, it got a whole lot worse. Suddenly the girls would corner you, make fun of and threaten you, hide your tools so you couldn’t work and complain about you to your superior, all because the batch were forming a friendship with you and in doing so, taking their eyes off of them. You didn’t tell Tech that the bullying got worse, you knew he would try to make it right or worse stop coming around so much. No matter how bad these girls treat you, you would put up with it every time if it meant you had a group of people you could call your friends.  

Crosshair noticed your gaze flickering to the girls behind them, but he said nothing. He had noticed recently that you’ve been more skiddish, and quiet. You’ve been trying to keep your distance without jeopardizing the friendship, suffering in silence. At first when Tech told the batch that you were being bullied Crosshair wanted to go off on his own and teach those girls a lesson because how dare they bully someone so beautiful and innocent? Until he realized that he was acting emotionally and instead just stayed quiet. It's not his fight, and even though it was very obvious you had a crush on him he wasn’t going to act on it. No matter how beautiful and perfect he thought you were...  

“Something wrong?” Crosshair asked raising a brow.  

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked down blushing hard knowing you’ve been caught, “N-No.”  

The others glance around and then nod to each other thinking its best they leave. They nod to you and leave the hangar, Hunter patting your shoulder on his way. Tech looks at you unsure, “Are you sure you’re, okay?”  

You smile at your friend, “I-I’m ok T-Tech.”  

“Alright if you're sure... Would you join us for dinner later? If you're finished with your work,” he asks hopefully.  

“I-I’d like t-that," you say gently.  

Tech nods and leaves the hangar to join the rest of the batch. You start to put your tools away, finally done for the day when a boot kicks your toolbox spilling your tools all over the hangar floor, “You’ve got some nerve stutters, flirting with them like the rest of us don’t have a chance!” 

“I-I w-wasn't f-flirt-” 

“Shut up!” Neela yells, the three other girls who make your life hell joining her around you. “You just don’t learn, do you? We told you to stay away from them, but you just can’t help yourself!”  

A loud smack echos through the hangar as you feel the sting on your cheek. Tears well up in your eyes as you grab your cheek, “I-I’m s-s-sorry! I w-wasn't-” 

“I said shut up!” Neela interrupts pushing you down. R3 was trying to get to you but the others held him back, “Next time you pull a stunt like that we’ll make sure, you regret it...”  

She turns on her heels and walks away the others trailing behind her avoiding your gaze as R3 rolls beside you chirping fast making sure you're okay. You quickly pick up your tools throwing them into your toolbox and then run out of the hangar back to your bunk, tears streaming down your face, and R3 rolling behind you.  

What you didn’t know was that Crosshair had come back to grab something from the marauder when he witnessed what had happened. And he was fuming.   

... 

You skipped dinner with the boys knowing that the girls would have been watching, and instead just lay in your bunk crying. You hear an unexpected knock on your door and roll over hoping the person would leave. The knocking however continued, and you sighed getting out of bed going to the door. You looked in the mirror and cringed at the sight, the red puffy eyes, tear streaks down your face, the bruise on your cheek, you’re a mess. You pulled your hair in front of your face best you could and opened the door.  

Not looking up you see a tall thin physique in nothing but blacks, “C-can I h-h-help you?” 

A gentle hand lifts your chin to meet Crosshairs intense eyes. He doesn’t say anything just looks over your face, his fingers ghosting over the bruise on your cheek a fury in his eyes. You back away looking down again, “I-It’s n-nothing...” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing” he quips back.  

You look up at him then cheeks burning, “did y-you n-n-need somet-thing C-Crosshair?”  

“No” he replies.  

You look at him confused but he doesn’t say anything. Crosshair’s not much of a talker and typically just stays with the boys so you were very confused why he was knocking on your door. You look around to make sure the other mechanics weren’t spying on you and sigh stepping aside to let him in. He hesitates but then enters your small room looking around before sitting on the edge of your bed. You slowly walk over to the bed, sitting by him with a large gap between the two of you.   

He pulls a tube of bacta gel out of his pocket handing it to you, “here.” 

“T-Thanks... wait,” you take the gel looking at him, “H-How did y-you k-know I n-needed this?” 

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “why didn’t you fight back?” 

You sigh the tears welling up in your eyes, of course he would be the one to see. You shake your head eyes squeezed shut trying to breathe, “I-I c-can't! It w-would m-m-make it w-worse!”  

“Then get a transfer. Away from them, somewhere you’ll be safer i-” 

“I-I d-don't want a t-t-transfer!” you panic.  

He eyes you questioningly, “Why not?” 

“B-Because I-I'll never s-s-see y-you!” you yell. Then realizing what you just said you gasp hiding your face in your hands panicking. It’s quiet for a minute and your sure Crosshair is coming up with some response to reject you, but when you peek out of your hands you see his smirk. 

“And why would you wanna see me?”  

You keep your hands over your face as you whisper, “b-because I... I l-like you...” 

You hear his deep chuckle as he grabs your hands moving them from your face, “I know. You're not exactly subtle.” He leans forward faces inches away from each other, “but I’m not worth your safety.” 

“Y-you are t-t-to me...”  

His eyes widen for a second then he smiles a sultry smile, “Guess I’ll just have to make sure they don’t hurt whose mine then.”  

Hope fills your eyes as you stare back at him, “Y-Yours?” 

He grabs your chin slamming his lips onto yours. You groan into the kiss grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. He smiles and starts to trail kisses down your neck, “Mine.”  

...  

A week has gone by since that night with Crosshair, and today the boys were being deployed to Felucia. Your cheek had healed, and you’ve been happier than ever, confusing the girls who’ve been bullying you for months. The boys have been keeping their distance as per Crosshairs request, saying that he had a plan to handle the bullying. The girls were still bullying you, but nothing physical since the night of the slap and you’ve been ignoring them the best you can.  

Everyone was gathered to watch the boys depart getting their last chances to flirt with them, and as you and R3 walked up they all turned and smiled, not seeing the death glares of the women they were talking to. You walked over ignoring the piercing stares of the other girls, standing in front of your friends, “H-How long th-this t-t-time?”  

Tech types away on his data pad, “If all goes according to schedule we should be returning within 30 standard rotations.”    

Echo and Hunter look behind you worriedly, “You gonna be okay while were gone?”  

“Y-Yeah I’ll b-be o-o-okay,” you smiled warmly.  

Crosshair who had been watching from the back walked over to you with a sly smile on his face making you blush. The boys watched confused as Crosshair grabbed you by the hips and kissed you roughly in front of the whole crowd, stunning everyone into silence.  

You both pulled away smiling and Crosshair looked behind you wickedly, “She’ll be just fine, or you’ll be answering to me.” The girls all nodded in their shocked silence, “Good.” 

The boys all give you a questioning look, but you smile and nod at them. One by one they all smile back and head onto the Marauder leaving just you and Crosshair. He runs a hand up your side and pulls you in for another kiss this one slower and more heated. When he pulls back, he whispers in your ear, “See you soon baby.” 

And with a wink he heads onto the ship, you smile and wave as the ship takes off already waiting for his return.  

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 02 : get a grip ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : none , bucky's an awkward guy <3

|| wc : 2.2k

Clint’s birthday went wonderfully, at least, in Tony’s eyes. There was a big celebration in the Tower, lots of people were invited. Well, actually most of them were just Clint’s friends from SHIELD as well as the Avengers. Even Peter and his aunt were invited! It was a fun celebration.. Well, to everyone but Bucky.

It wasn’t like Bucky hated parties, no in fact he loved them! At least, he was supposed to, back in the 40s, he loved to go to parties before.. Everything. Ah, but now? He was sitting at the bar, silently drinking some alcoholic drink that wouldn’t make him even the slightest bit tipsy. The only people here that were completely sober were the spider kid, his aunt, and Bucky. Even Steve was drunk from whatever Asgardian drink that Thor had brought this time. Not that Bucky minded, he loved seeing Steve happy. No, what was bothering him was that the spider punk was bothering him now.

“Oh! And- and one time there was a bank robbery back home and they were all wearing masks of everyone- well, not everyone everyone. But! They were wearing Mr. Stark and Mr. Roger masks and other Avengers,” Peter rambled on, swirling his apple juice in one hand as he leaned against the bar table.

Bucky just nodded along with any story that Peter was talking about.. In all honesty, Peter reminded him of his little sister.. But more annoying.

“But I took them down! It was actually really easy! Except that they had this weird weapon, like really weird! It went all boosh!” He made finger guns and pointed them at Bucky. “Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky bit back a sigh and just grunted in response as he took another swig of vodka. Might as well have the strongest drink and not get drunk, right?

“What was it like back in the 40s?”

Bucky spared a glance over to Peter, his eyebrow raised. He didn’t expect this, didn’t expect curiosity from the kid. “It was.. Different.”

“Liiike?”

“Loud. But not like it is now.” Bucky shrugged, in all honesty, he didn’t remember much due to the whole brainwashing thing, but what he did remember were.. Pictures, sounds. He remembered the music and how it made him feel. He remembered things from his childhood. “Steve ‘n I used to skip school a lot. Steve, uh, hated doin’ it, but I forced him to.” Bucky chuckled as he remembered, maybe he was getting tipsy ‘cause usually he wouldn’t be so open about his past. Or maybe the kid was easy to talk to, easier than the other avengers.

“We used t’skip and go to the greasy spoon a block away from our school, buy an ice cream soda with two scoops for us both. If we were lucky, we’d run into some dames and take a powder to the nearest place we can go for a dance.” As Bucky reminisced of the past, his inner Brooklynn boy came out and he started spitting slang from back then left and right. He didn’t even realize until he turned back to Peter who had the biggest smile on his face, but was so confused.

“That sounds fun!” Peter chuckled and took a sip of his apple juice, an awkward silence forming between the two before he asked. “Do you miss it?”

Bucky took a second and shrugged, he didn’t know if he did. It was simpler, yeah, but nowadays he has freetime. Didn’t have to fight every second of the day when he woke up. Didn’t have to worry about HYDRA controlling him, sure, he struggled with episodes sometimes, but.. He had Steve, he wasn’t alone. Wasn’t in the trenches.

“I don’t miss the war if that’s what you’re askin’, kid”

Peter chuckled and opened his mouth to speak again before May tapped his shoulder. “C’mon, Peter, it’s getting late, you still have school tomorrow.”

“Awe, man” Peter huffed before jumping off the barstool. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Barnes!”

Bucky waved to both Peter and May, a small ‘bye’ leaving his lips before he turned back to his drink. Man, time to just be a wallflower and watch as everyone got absolutely buzzed.

–

The next morning came by in a flash, it helped that Bucky turned in early. Well.. Early was a stretch, he went to bed at 2 AM, even when everyone was still preoccupied with the festivities. When, said, man left his room at 8 AM, he found everyone passed the hell out on the couches.

He didn’t wanna wake anyone up, so he just went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. Something about the modern days was that it was easier to cook something! Not just boiled, though he did miss the bread pudding.

“Shit.” he muttered to himself as he found out, yeah no the guests raided the kitchen.. Or maybe it was all the passed out Avengers. Might as well go on a run and get some groceries. He hated doing errands, but no one was telling him to do it, no pressure.. Might as well buy some stuff.

In a few quick moments, he put a hoodie on and a nice pair of jeans on with his gloves nicely placed on his hands. He didn’t like showing off his hands, let alone his metal arm. Hated scaring people. Bucky made his way down the Tower and left. Taking a deep breath in the early morning air, he walked down to the nearest grocery shop.. Which was 20 minutes away, or 25 on foot. He didn’t mind, he liked walking.

–

Soon enough, he made it to the grocery shop. With it being 8:28 AM, and being a Tuesday, it wasn’t too busy. In fact, there was barely anyone.. Barely anyone.

He made his way through the aisles, and there he saw.. The cute florist from before. Except no apron like before,, they were just wearing a lazy day outfit, they were struggling with grabbing something on the top shelf but god they still looked-

You glanced up and saw Bucky, a flash of confusion on your face before you snapped your fingers and pointed to him. A big smile dancing on your lips as you exclaimed, “James!”

“Hey-” Bucky stopped himself and cringed internally. He may have been non-stop thinking about you and your face, but he was an ass to not have asked your name. “Y-You..”

They’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatem-

“Pff- ha!”

Instead of what Bucky assumed, you shook your head and started giggling at Bucky’s awkwardness. He looked so mean ‘n scary, but here he was acting like a huge dork!

“The name’s [Name],” You went back down from your tippy toes. Man, you were just really cute- DAMNIT! Get a grip, Sargeant. “Hey! You’re like a giant, think you can grab that for me?”

You pointed at the box on the top, which was a box of fruit snacks. Cute. “Yeah, sure.”

Bucky grabbed the fruit snacks, glanced at the cover.. It was Avengers inspired fruit snacks. He raised his eyebrow and looked over at you with a slight hint of curiosity. Embarrassed, you snatched the box from Bucky’s hand and shoved it into your basket.

“They’re good-” You muttered. “The snacks and the heroes, I mean.”

“You like the Avengers?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“The bad guys.” He shrugged, and you laughed.

You kept laughing for a few moments, Bucky was just.. Admiring you. The way the corner of your eyes wrinkled, the way your cheeks flushed just the smallest bit.. Man, why was he acting like this? Barely knew you, yet his mind was reeling. Sure, he flirted back in the 40s.. A lot, but.. I dunno, there’s something different about you.

“James?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. Sure, he was absolutely enamored right now, but his face looked like he was just annoyed. “Wanna just shop with me? I-I’m probably just gonna get junk food if I’m alone, so-”

��Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!”

With a new pep in your step, you led him down the aisles. Checking over the produce section, he grabbed a few carrots, a package of lettuce. In turn, you grabbed some veggies as well.. It was more out of peer pressure (despite there not being any pressure), at least the plan was working. He inspired half of your purchases that day, and honestly, that’s a good thing. It seemed half his food was real healthy shit..

“Do you live alone?”

“Wha? Oh,” Bucky looked down at his basket before nodding. “I live with.. A lot of people”

“That makes way more sense, didn’t peg you for a-” You glanced into his basket and a small smirk tugged at your lips. “Pop tart, beer, and toast guy.”

Bucky shrugged and scratched the back of his head. He was just buying things from the usual grocery shop list. Pop tarts for Thor, beer for.. Half the Avengers, toast just for everyone, etc etc.

“My roommates are foodies”

“I can tell!” He watched as you hummed and grabbed one last item. “That should be good for me! You done?”

He nodded.

“Great! Where d’you live?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you realized what you said. “I-I’m asking ‘cause maybe after we pay I can walk you home! Or- somethin’.. I dunno, sorry-”

“Oh.” The tall man in front of you shuffled in his spot. “No need. I live a few blocks away, it’d be a hassle.”

“Oh, well, that sucks! I was hoping to talk with you more!”

Bucky walked besides you as you both walked to the self-paying cash registers. Man, your words made his heart start beating faster. How could you be so.. Smooth with this? Maybe you didn’t realize, it could just be something you see as platonic. He didn’t know.

“I can.. Give you my number.” Bucky muttered, he knew that’d be seen as flirty. Or at least hitting on you.. But, he didn’t mind. Maybe he wanted that? NO. No, Steve told him to make connections, this is just to make a new friend.

Your eyes lit up at the offer and you nodded quickly. Quickly finishing up at paying for your groceries and took your phone out. “You can put your number in my phone after you're done paying?”

Bucky nodded again. You watched as he put everything away and.. Okay, admired his arm. Even under the hoodie, you can tell he worked out. James was really handsome, but so mysterious at the same time! Not much of a talker, but you could do all the talking.. You wonder, would he talk in bed- NO WAIT! Get a grip, goddamnit. This was all supposed to be innocent, he’s just a new friend.

As quickly as your grocery shopping came, the two of you walked out, side-by-side.

“It was nice seeing you again, James!” You waved back and walked away, one new number in your phone.

–

By the time Bucky got back to the Tower, everyone was already awake, but hungover as hell. The only ones who weren’t super hungover were Steve, Natasha and Thor.

“Hello, one-armed man!” Thor waved over to Bucky and gestured him over to join, said, Steve, Natasha and him over to the kitchen table.

Bucky gave a short nod and put the grocery bags on the table.

“You better have gotten-” Natasha looked through the bags and let out a huff. Not of annoyance, one of thanks. “Thanks.”

She waved the bag of pistachios in the air before opening it and started eating them up. She loved pistachios.

“Man of one arm, you have done wonderfully!” Thor grabbed one of the three boxes of pop tarts and started eating one. “As thanks, I will make tea!”

Bucky nodded, even though he’d rather have coffee than tea, but he’d rather not correct Thor. He’s one of the only people who weren’t a part of the Civil war, the other was Bruce Banner.

“Thanks for the food, Buck,” Steve opened the bread and spread a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Bucky just grunted in response and took a bite of a piece of bread in which Steve made for him. Just a simple piece of white bread with peanut butter. He took his phone out and checked it for a moment.. You texted him.

Florist : hey, james :3! sorry if this is quick, just wanted to make sure you had my number! if this isnt james this is rlly embarrassing

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked up, very quick, very faint. Didn’t last long, but he texted back.

James : It’s me, don’t worry. Hi, [Name], and don’t worry, this isn’t embarrassing.

“Buck?”

Steve’s voice cut him from his.. Trance of you. He hit send on the text before putting his phone away. “What?”

“Who y’texting?” The blonde leaned on the table and eyed him suspiciously. A small smirk on his face as he eyed Bucky.. He knew for a FACT the only people Bucky texted was Sam and him, and on OCCASION Peter.

“Nothing- no one. Don’t worry about it, punk.”

“You sure? You look pretty happy”

A small murmur came from Natasha as she leaned over to Thor. “He looks happy?”

“C’mon, you can’t lie to me, Buck, I’ve known you for years”

“Steve-”

“Is it a dame?”

“Shut it before I hit you, punk” Bucky glared at Steve and bit his bread before huffing. Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands up in defeat.

“Fine, fine.”

With that, he didn’t ask anymore. And Bucky decided; he’ll only text you when he’s alone.

|| i am quite enjoying writing for bucky <333 also, ily domestic avengers

[goldenmetstli]

Seto Kaiba as a Friend

NOTES: It's been a while since I wrote about my sweet cursed child. This one is pretty long and includes "What it is like to hang out with him". Let's dive in!

✮ Pretty obvious, but he doesn't know how to have friends, and if he ends up having one, it will be in extraordinary circumstances. Like with Yugi and everyone else, there needs to be an external reason why you two are in the same room (a tournament, business meeting, waiting for someone else, etc), and even then, he is not fond of just socializing for the sake of it; there are more important things in his mind and schedule than talking to strangers.

✮ In general, you need to catch his attention (it could be positive or negative) and have lots of forced interaction/proximity for Kaiba to consider you something more than a faceless, unimportant person. From then on, it is just luck lol

✮ I don't think he has a specific person he befriends because his idea of intrapersonal relationships is so distorted that they just happen in extraordinary situations. But one essential thing is that he needs to respect you.

✮ For example, Jounouchi made a bad first impression; it wasn't until his battle with Marik that he respected him as a duelist. From then on, he kind of acknowledged him and wouldn't mind hanging out with him if they were in the same room.

✮ But it's not like he would start chatting with Jounouchi; it is more like if Jounouchi started a conversation, he wouldn't ignore him and would even engage. They have also known each other for so long that it just happens that they are now what other people might consider friends.

✮ Like I say, it is very specific and circumstantial.

✮ A way to know if you two are friends is if he shows interest. Did you invite him to play some games at your house? He would ignore or mock them for having such an outlandish idea if it were anyone else. But with you, he would be silent for a second and then offer a better place to play the game or check his calendar to see if he has any available time.

✮ Would Kaiba say you are his friend? Never in his life. He just doesn't mind your company. And that is the biggest compliment: he is okay with your presence. That's all it takes lol

✮ Still, you simply cannot expect him to answer you in a timely manner. If you are not his brother, a stakeholder, or an employee, he will read your message and answer in four business days.

What does it look like hanging out with him?

✮ I believe hanging out with Kaiba would involve games (board games, video games, DnD, etc.). He would give his undivided attention and expect you to take this seriously as he does, and do your best to beat him. If it's DnD, he would get very involved, acting the scenes, adding music, just the whole immersion.

✮ Kaiba doesn't have a lot of free time, so the fact that he takes time out of his day to spend time with you is HUGE. Because of his serious face and intense personality, it might not seem like he is having a good time, but believe me, the fact that he is immersed in the games with you is his way to have fun.

✮ If he starts to taunt you that you might lose, or is a little mean, he is having a great time lol

✮ The more time you spend together, the more you will unlock other ways to hang out with Kaiba. His favorite is to exist together in the same space, while the other works on a project/homework/etc.

✮ You will have to be the one who proposes it at first, but over time, he will ask you about your work/school, comment that you should work on it, look at his watch, say he has to review a business presentation, and suggest stopping at an expensive cafe. This is his way of saying, "Let's spend time together."

✮ Kaiba doesn't mind silence. But if you want to chat, please don't make small talk. He feels you two are way past the point of talking as if you were coworkers or strangers, so he would find it odd. Ask about his work; he loves to talk about it. Anything related to his interests (new technology, his company, games, etc.) would be great conversation ideas.

✮ He is kind of obsessive, so the more he considers you a friend or someone relatively close to him, the more he will observe you. He will remember details about you; your favorite colour, the beverage you always ask, your game style, little quirks, etc.

✮ Kaiba would store that information without even noticing it.

✮ After a while, if you ever told him that your computer broke or your car needed to be fixed, he would help you. In his head, he convinces himself that you need those to work or go to school; it is a need, not a luxury. He doesn't do it for the goodness of his heart; it just happens that he has the means to fix it so you will stop moaning about it. Just that, nothing more.

★・・・・・・★

Well, that is all for now ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕!! Thank you so much for reading!!

[forsaken-headcanons]

Hi new mods :•D

Some random pre forsaken bluudud, c00lkidd and Pr3ttyprincess hcs cuz I like these fellas

The three of them are playmates and they visit each other often cause their parents are friends with each other.

c00lkidd and Pr3ttyprincess are the only people who plays with toys and physical games. Bluudud will just be in one room most of the time playing video games (sort of projecting lol)

The only time bluudud is together with the other two is when they play multiplayer games together, they watch movies in their room, or when his mom forced him to play with the others.

During movie time, if it’s a horror movie, bluudud would try and scare c00lkidd most of the time it’s to the point they avoid horror movies now because of him.

c00lkidd and Pr3ttyprincess would roleplay irl (like roleplaying as characters not in a game or app) They mainly roleplay fantasy related stuff cause you know Pr3ttyprincess. Bluudud never participated (the only time he does is again when his mom forced him to) because he finds them very weird and cringe.

For the last few months before they are forsakened, because c00lkidd hasn’t have the fun experience being with bluudud and same with bluudud when around c00lkidd their parents stopped visiting each other. It does make bluudud lonely though considering he won’t also see Pr3ttyprincess due to her hanging out with c00lkidd a lot because he enjoyed her company.

That’s all I have :3

- 🌹 anon

Hello, hello!! From the mods to you!!!!

I quite enjoy these headcanons of the kids. They are always so fun and entertaining to read through! And with the way Bluudud is portrayed in this one, I get the feeling that he's maybe the oldest and a little rebellious! Tea time parties with Pr3ttypriincess are a necessity. They can't avoid it at all.

And the adults just simply talking and sharing stories of their kids would be such a cute sight to see!

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

Being Mauvika's younger brother who survived 500 years in the abyss

This is basically the prolouge/outline for what I'm writing. I wanted to post this and see how people liked it. I'm gonna try to finish regardless, but in case I don't, I at least wanted this posted

You'd think that you'd get used to having a sister like mauvika. Pretty much everyone loves her and has something great to say about her. After all, she's the child prodigy, Natlan's sun and the Pyro archon, and who were you? You're Rehua, the oh so moody younger brother of Mavuika and older brother to Hine

Unfortunately, you're quite the outlier in natlan given how waspish you can be and having a delinquent like demeanor which ALWAYS causes someone to pick a fight with you and they ALWAYS get thrashed with it all getting capitalized by your not so positive relationship with your big sister. It's not like you hated her or were even jealous of her as a bunch of idiots kept asserting. She just annoyed the fuck outta you at times, on top of her constantly bothering you during moments where you wanted to be left alone, looking back you wouldn't be surprised if she had a brother complex you already think she has a sister complex towards Hine.

When you were younger, you weren't sure why, but she made you feel so uncomfortable at times. You know she cared about you and didn't want to hurt you. That never stopped the feeling from persisting though

You being called moody wasn't just some random label or insult people sadled you with, they're are many days that you actually have fun being with Mavuika and Hine just being normal siblings but on others it was hard to even be in the same room as her without being annoyed on some level. This unfortunately only got worse when she became an Archon, and people started dogpilling you about how you interact with your sister. Let's just say those idiots brave enough to try to lecture and corral you were lucky to only leave with black eyes and shattered pride since the ones who tried to push the issue got broken jaws instead

You're parents didn't help the situation since they noticed your attitude towards your big sister and of course you were “in the wrong or just being a contrarian, she's hasn't even done anything to make you treat her this way” it honestly always hurt to have your own feelings on the matter be disregarded like that

It's just, how could you enjoy being around her when you can so clearly tell that she's so willing to relinquish anything she holds dear for Natlan and its future. It made you feel like everything you'd built up with her meant nothing, you just felt so insignificant.

I guess that's why you were the only one who wasn't shocked when she told your family of her plan to head 500 years into the future. All it did was confirm that you were right, unfortunately.

After that you avoided her like the plague and when you did talk to her you just gave her the cold shoulder, and of course eventually she’d finally had enough of your attitude and tried to force the issue, most people would probably be intimidated by her with this approach they'd probably kowtow to her, thing is you weren't like them since for one you've never once been scared of Mavuika and two there's one thing about you that has always remained a constant, it's doesn't matter who's doing it, whether it's a Monster, Archon or a family member the only person in existence allowed to push you around will always only be you. So when she thought that she could intimidate you into talking to her well that sparked a fight and a big one that you ended up losing and in the aftermath she still tried to press for an answer fracturing your already fragile relationship further

Still you decided to at least let her know a little of how you felt and left her with the words, “what's the point in trying to talk things out with someone who's just going to discard me like a broken tool”,and with that you left ignoring the devastated look of her face,soon after that conversation she'd left on her 500 year journey to the future then a few years after at the age of 19 disappearing off the face of teyvet and into the depths of darkness known as the abyss

You have no idea how long you'd been in this place, it's not like you've got anyway of keeping track of time all you can really do is fight and sleep which is kinda good but still you were bored like super mega ultra bored

So when you'd suddenly felt something new happen in your surroundings, you pretty much booked it towards where felt was the epicenter and it was there that you'd meet the person who'd eventually become your fellow student and sparring partner(punching bag) the boy who would eventually be known as Childe

@thequietkid-moonie check it out

[private-but-not-a-secret]

Too shy to answer your post but why not make a one-shot on Azzi and Paige stuck in an elevator and one of them (or both) are scared but one of them try to keep it cool

Going down?

This is my first fic, and I suck at writing, but I thought I would try it at least. Please feel free to send any advice or observations. I’m probably going to do mostly one-shots, so requests are always welcome :) 

The elevator comes to a sudden stop. Azzi grips the handrail, her eyes wide, while Paige stands calmly next to her, leaning against the wall like nothing happened. 

Azzi

 Nope. No. This is not happening right now. That's… that's not a normal sound. 

Paige

I mean…technically, it is happening. But like, it's not that bad.

Azzi

This isn't bad?? This is a claustrophobic steel coffin dangling by cables! Cables, Paige!

Paige

You're being dramatic. We’re fine; someone will come get us eventually. 

Azzi

I’m dead serious right now—what if the cable snaps? What if we plummet to our deaths?  

Paige

Then we’ll go out as legends. “ Two hoopers, one elevator, no fear—except for Azzi, who was screaming

Azzi 

Paige, I swear, I will throw my shoe at you

Paige

Come on, sit. If we were going to die, we'd get a sign or something. Like final destination vibe. 

Azzi

I swear, if you quote one more horror movie right now— 

Paige 

Just trying to distract you. That's what teammates do. 

After some hesitation, Azzi slowly sits next to Paige, but she's still tense

Azzi 

Okay. deep breath in through the nose… out through the— nope. Hyperventilating. Im hyperventilating

Paige

Hey, you drop 25 in front of thousands, with cameras in your face and the weight of the team on your back. You can handle an elevator. You're Azzi Fudd.

Azzi

Yeah, but in games I can run. This is just…stuck. Like emotionally and physically. 

Paige 

I get that

Azzi

You do?

Paige 

Yeah. Sometimes I feel stuck, too. Pressure, injuries, expectations… Like, off the court, nobody talks about how heavy that is. 

Azzi

 You always seem so chill

Paige

That's the trick. Be chill enough for both of us, right?

Azzi

Okay, maybe being stuck in here isnt the worst thing

Paige 

Exactly. Forced therapy session. No Wi-Fi. Just you, me, and this humming death box

Azzi

Paige! Don't push it. 

Azzi and Paige sit next to each other on the floor. The tension has calmed down. They’re quiet for a beat, just breathing. 

Azzi

You ever feel like… we’re expected to always have it together?

PAIGEAll the time. But honestly? Sitting in here with you—sweating, spiraling—it’s kind of nice to just… not fake it for once.

AZZIWe should get stuck in elevators more often.

PAIGEOnly if it means I get to be the emotionally stable one again. Kinda fun.

INTERCOM

Uh, hello? Elevator 3? Can you hear me?

Azzi 

YES! We’re in here! Two very emotionally stable, not-at-all-panicking people!

Paige

Can confirm. Zero freakouts. Totally chill down here.

INTERCOM

We’re sending maintenance now. Should have you out in a few minutes.

After a few minutes pass, the elevator starts to move again. They both brace, slightly startled, then exchange a look.

AZZIOkay. Never doing that again.

PAIGEKinda hope we do. But maybe next time, bring snacks.

The elevator dings. The doors slide open to a crowd of concerned teammates. 

Azzi whispers something to Paige only she can hear “If you ever tell anyone I panicked, I’m switching teams.” Paige just smirks and says, “Your secret is safe with me.

[zshiftsrealities]

zshiftsrealities ✦ introduction

❛ hi, hello, welcome !

i'm z ✦ she/her ✦ ‘07 — sept ✦ intj ✦ south–asian

꒰ ... and this is a documentation blog of my experiences with reality shifting, lucid dreaming, manifesting, and (newly added) astral projection ... ꒱

₊ ꒱ likes & interests — ★

anime, kdramas, highschool life (as depicted in media), summers, spring, red, rain, quiet evenings, starry skies, moon, black, cats, sleeping, comfortable silence, lively environments, friends, before dawn, ocean, clouds, trees, night outs, nature, tea, late night conversations, dreaming, the blue sky.

⌗ journey towards eternity ❝

꒰ i. 𖦹˙— reality shifting ✧

first found out about shifting in 2021 through youtube and tiktok ⋮ actually started attempting shifting since nov-dec 2024 ⋮ made more progress these 4 months being on tumblr than the whole of 4 years of having known shifting.

(mini) shifts ✦ first ⋮ second ⋮ third

꒰ ii. 𖦹˙— manifestation ✧

found out about subliminals and manifestation same year, just a bit earlier than shifting ⋮ had many results from subliminals, some even lasting to this day ⋮ got into loa after joining tumblr ⋮ recently manifested many things (small achievements, but a win is a win)

꒰ iii. 𖦹˙— lucid dreaming ✧

lucid dreamed once years ago and then forgot about it ⋮ came back to me on a random morning in december 2024 ⋮ lucid dreamed many times since then.

꒰ iv. 𖦹˙— astral projection ✧

wasn't ever really interested in astral projection ⋮ heard its unsafe (misinfo btw) so decided to just leave it as is ⋮ astral projected on accident recently, and am planning to look into it now :)

astral ✦ experience

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s realities .ᐟ

very few realities that i've put thought into and scripted. will add the links as I post.

‧₊ ⌗ my hero academia ── · . ˚✧ main dr ꒱

.ᐟ intro |

๑ moodboards | drself ✦ s/o ✦ friendgroup

‧₊ ⌗ jujutsu kaisen

.ᐟ intro |

๑ moodboards | drself ✦ friends ✦

‧₊ ⌗ miraculous ladybug

.ᐟ intro |

๑ moodboards |

⟡ others ⋮ demon slayer dr, kdrama drs, multiple au’s for mha dr and jjk dr etc etc

ᵎᵎ ❛ dni if — x

! basic dni criteria + anti-shifter, disrespect people's choices / preferences / beliefs etc etc, force your ideologies onto others, islamophobic, pro-isnotreal / anti-palestine, entitled for whatever the reason might be, rude and hateful in general.

... you get the idea. I don't want weird people on here so just don't interact if you are one.

! don't care if you do or don't support race-changing. I race change, and if that doesn't sit well with you, you're free to leave.

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꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loves ! ... my fav posts ever !!!

꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s drs ! ... when I talk about my drs

— ꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s mha reality .ᐟ ✧ things related to mha dr

— ꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s jjk reality .ᐟ ✧ things related to jjk dr

— ꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s miraculous reality .ᐟ ✧ things related to miraculous dr

꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s moots ! ... wherever I interact with my mutuals !!

꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s successes ! ... success stories (manifestations / shifts / lucid dreams / astral projection)

꒰ ⌗ ⋮ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ’s shooting stars ! ... answered asks

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[fluemsiie]

time to go [d. winchester ]

synopsis. dean finds you high at an after game party notes. mentions of cheating, getting high, romanticised drugs, being a crappy boyfriend, all charachters are eighteen in their senior year, samjess!! — comments & rbs appreciated. ++ second part coming super soon

“hey, stop it!” you turn around as dean’s grip on your wrist tightens and he pulls you into his chest, “why the fuck are you acting like this?”

you smile, “like what?” a small giggle, a flirty hand on his abs, a sniffle from the cocaine.

“like— i don’t know, a slut.” it’s mean, and something dean’s never called you, but still, it didn’t deter you so completely that you pushed him away, just rolled your eyes. his eyes do a once over. “what is this,” his finger comes up to just below your nose, rubbing the white powder off. “are you on drugs?”

“oh my god, d, you are such a baby! james is selling them for really cheap. just a blowjob.” you take your hand back and blow him a kiss. you feel too good right now to even be remotely affected by anything he says. this is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

your cheerleading outfit is doing something to every single guy at the party, and they’re not afraid to show it. a few of them are so touchy, you’re pretty sure someone finger’s are in your panties.

your drunk giggle catches dean’s attention from across the room where he’s talking to his brother. “yeah, we’re leaving, grab jess,” sam nods and walks to the bathroom to grab his girlfriend while dean makes his way over to you. you’re technically his girlfriend’s best friend but tate is nowhere to be found right now and he’s sure she’s fine, you’re all he cares about.

“hey, guys, c’mon, leave her alone.” dean winchester, star of the high school basketball team. his word goes in an instant, well, with some groans. the boys let go of you and your pout turns more of them on. dean intertwines your hands together. “yeah, how about ice cream, sweetheart?”

and god, you couldn’t be happier about that.

when all four of you are in the car, and a friend of tate’s informs her you’re gone, dean starts driving to the winchester’s beach house, much closer than any of your homes. jess’s parents have long given up on knowing their daughter’s whereabouts and your parents haven’t seen you since you became a freshman. you’ll be fine.

sam complains in the beginning that he’s in the back but then a quick kiss from his girlfriend shuts him up, which is great because dean wants nothing more than to keep an eye on you. you’re choosing different songs, changing the radio and then sticking your head out of the car window.

at the beach house (thank god your head’s still intact), everyone is stumbling up to the beds. sam and jess take the guest room, you and dean take his room. he’ll probably end up sleeping in the master anyway so he places you down on the bed, fully intending to leave before you catch his wrist. “you’re leavin’?”

“yeah, we need to go to sleep.” and you’re so fucking out of it he’s scared to even look at you right now. dean’s a decent guy, despite what people say. he’ll cheat on tate but he won’t force himself on a girl. there’s a balance to these types of things.

”i don’t want you to leave, d. stay. please?” and god, he tries so hard to resist that damn pout.

“the bed hardly fits me, let alone the both of us—” your uninterest is obvious as you pull him done on top of you with a laugh and he only groans. “god, you’re killing me.” when he situates himself, sliding next to you, close enough that you push yourself into his space. “why’d you take drugs, cheer?” the dumb nickname makes you let out a small laugh but it isn’t much to hide your tears.

yeah, so what if you’re moody when you’re high? “‘s fun. you know that, you did shots off of three girl’s stomach’s today.”

“yeah but i didn’t get high.”

“yeah cause coach has these testy things for you guys! otherwise you would’ve done it. and it’s so good, d,” you bite your bottom lip, already happy again, looking up at him. it’s not enough so you sit up, you hands on his chest as you look into his eyes, “it’s was amazing, and i felt everything the guys were doing, every touch and noise and i also felt nothing at all, i swear—”

yeah, the problem is that he believes you. “i know, i know.” he wraps an arm around your back so you settle down, head under his. he sighs, pulling you closer. “we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

“mm. i have cheer practice tomorrow.” yeah, he knows. he has a date with a furious tate.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

"Bombalurina is into Macavity during her duet with Demeter and Demeter's like babe noooo" a perfectly reasonable interpretation I've NEVER been able to vibe with.

Not when Bomba jumps in the song and just starts roasting the guy

"sunken eyed skinny ungroomed dusty ass cat" "has wrinkling from just trying to think" "looks like a snake tbh"

Demeter starts the number getting a little lost in the "be afraid! Macavity has so many powers omg!!!" sauce, and Bomba (who's just been lounging and Watching Demeter get into it) comes in to knock the guy back down to earth

idk it's always given me less "Bomba's into him" and more "Bomaba is Macavity's no.1 hater trying to make him not such a powerful force and source of fear for Demeter (& the listening kittens)"

She's nailing The Hidden Paw's claws back in reality and belittling his crimes- Demeter talks about stolen jewels and pigs being stifled but Bomba's all 'yeah he raids the larder and snitches milk and cheats at cards oooh ahhhh so impressive im shivering with fear'

what if she's doing with him the verbal version of jumping between Demeter and Grizabella, is what i mean

whenever Demeter looks like she's being reluctantly drawn back towards a cat that clearly upsets her, heavily implied to have BADLY hurt her, Bomba's always there to leap in- physically, like with Griza, or verbally like with Macavity "he's a FIEND in feline shape!" directed right at Demeter NOT the kittens, and watch how describing him like that jolts right though her

BUT 've also felt this.... empathy from Bomba to Demeter in the song.

Bomba never shows any interest in the real Macavity when he shows up, but in this number with Demeter, in Demeter's song that's HERS even if it's talking about /him/, Bomba puts her all into singing Demeter's feelings with her. The fear and awe and disgust AND the desire

Bomba's more flippant about it (her you'll see him in a bystreet or square VS Demeter's you may seek him in the basement you may look up in the AIR), but she's always just filling in gaps, not challenging what Demeter says

Her getting so into the song always felt, to me, more like her going "yeah he's a cad but i see why you got mixed up with him, no shade sweetheart".

It gives off... affirmation? Like no Demeter i'm insulting this guy and calling im pathetic, but not you. He tricks people. He's got a whole myth around him and it's fake but anyone could get dragged into that. /I/ could've. Zero judgment. Anyway let's get real close and dance provocatively about it~

from the very START where Bomba's gesturing (commanding) everyone else to get down and be quiet bc Demeter's getting ready to take solo stage and sing-

(big "everyone shut up my gf's about to go off <3" vibes)

right from then 've always felt like, this is her wanting singing about macavity to be DEMETER'S moment to shine. A catharsis for HER.

And a fun thing, a playful moment for the two of them- with Bomba getting into Demeter's head to duet it with her. Following the steps she sets out at the start after watching so carefully (hungrily tbh), dancing in answer to what Demeter says- not because of what she's singing about, but because it's Demeter singing it

Demeter wants to work through her trauma in song form? 100% Bomba is here for that. she's here for her

And it WORKS

There are hard moments in for Demeter, flinches and sharp searching looks at Bomba, but Bomba meets them with smiles and following Demeter's lead and they DO have fun with it! Quipping! Dancing together! Taking a moment for the iconic Cats hand touch in the MIDDLE of what's supposed to be MACAVITY'S song! The lyrics are about him but the movements are Bomba's shameless self confidence and passion as danced by DEMETER

At the end the kittens join in for the chorus about him- and which version of the warning are all of them, including Demeter, singing?

it's Bomba's. Bomba's straightforward and irreverent "he's a fiend in feline shape" "you may meet him in a bystreet you may see him in the square"

it's Demeter's feelings that she couldn't say in the start of the song-

that this guy she's haunted by (jumping at scary noises thinking they always must be him) he's an asshole but he's also just a GUY. Just another cat you'll see wandering around like any other. He's not actually magic, just an ass. Demeter got tangled up and hurt by a normal jerk of a cat, so watch out for him, but also? He's no boogieman. He's not all that.

which proves true when he the jellicles actually face off with him

just tall cat who doesn't care about hurting or tricking others. there's no one like him because no one else is this much of a dick, no one else is out here attacking and kidnapping. No magic powers, only fear and henchcats and a disguise that DEMETER can see right through

speaking of- Demeter jumping on the disguised Macavity, saving her family and friends from falling for his bullshit...

would she have brought herself to attack him like that, jump on The Hidden Paw, try landing a hit on a cat with 'powers of levitation', without getting to sing that song about him first? Without the chance to turn his name into her own moment and demystify the ghost of him she's been running from this whole time?

Bomba downplays and underestimates macavity while singing about him, is the same as the other jellicles, can't see through the false Old Deuteronomy disguise (busy worrying about and reaching for Demeter)

but maybe that's what Demeter needed, to counter the falsely nigh all-powerful cat that he also isn't.

i like this version of cats headcanon, where Bomba declaws the Macavity in Demeter's head just enough for Demeter to ruin the real Macavity's actual evil plans- not just saving her family from him ONCE, like they've been saving her from him this whole time, but finally proving to herself that mystery cat isn't so mysterious after all

and she can get the jump on him

TLDR: what if bomba's snide but understanding roast of macavity in song form helped demeter to fuck him up in real life? be very gay of both girlies, i think

[margoteve]

A suit for Kafka. Suit designed specifically for Kafka. Kafka's suit.

Summary: After the Meireki kaiju was defeated it was time to celebrate. But when alcohol flows people ask stupid questions and then try to test a theory.

Rating: T, very strong T

Warnings: Use of alcohol, people being drunk, Unsafe attempt on the use of katana and a gun, swearing, OSHA is crying.

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A/N: This is a crack idea. IDK man I'm very sleepy, this took me like 3 hours lol. I wonder if I should just stop writing lmao. Have fun! Reblogs and comments much appreciated, thank you

The Meireki Kaiju has been defeated. The destruction and deaths uncountable but they did it. Japan will need to rebuild and lift itself from the rubble but it survived. The celebration was huge.

As soon as the majority of kaiju carcass was removed and some rubble pushed off to the side and the heroes had time to recover parades were thrown. Everyone who had direct hand in the final battle were made to participate. That meant Captain Ashiro and Narumi, Vice-Captain Hoshina, Kikoru Shinomiya, Reno Ichikawa and most importantly - Kaiju no. 8.

Kafka didn't want to go. He still struggled with accepting the fact he would never be human again and still had troubles maintaining human form. Most important - he just didn't feel like he deserved as much attention as everyone wanted him to get.

"You deserve it, sir!" Reno argued.

They all gathered in Hoshina's and Narumi's hospital room to discuss the upcoming event.

"Yeah, you dum-dum, you were the one who punched through that core!" Kikoru reminded him.

"I don't know guys, it was everyone's effort, if it wasn't for all the troop members–" Kafka tried to defend himself but then got interrupted by Hoshina.

"It's not just a vanity project," he said. "The more you show up as a part of Defence Force, the harder it will be for the Brass to eliminate you."

"Late Director General Shinomiya believed in you," Mina added. "While Director Itami plans on honouring that I'm not sure if he would fight as hard for you if HQ changes their minds."

"They are trying to protect you with the power of public opinion!" Narumi threw in. He barely said anything until now, scrolling social media and at the same time testing the special glasses the R&D department made for him to offset the damage to his eyes. "You better strike that iron while it's hot. People are going nuts on SNS over you."

That was a hard argument to beat.

"Alright, I'll go." Kafka had no choice but to give in.

And so the parade was held as soon as everyone recovered. Afterwards the victors were invited to a party in their name. Kikoru was sulking because she was still not old enough to drink with everyone. It wasn't really a problem until later in the evening when all the adults were slowly going over the 'tipsy' stage.

Hoshina and number 10 were bickering (yes, the suit came with Hoshina as it wouldn't stop yapping to the techs and everyone decided to let the Vice-Captain babysit it), Mina was going off on karaoke machine with Shinonome singing 'Pink Pony Club'.

"Heeeeyy, Izumooooo," Kafka rolled over to Haruichi. "Can't you seriously talk to your folks and make me a better suit? Why is my release force a fucking 2%. I'm the strongest kaiju in all history man!"

"Didn't we have this conversation before? It's still skill issue!" Haruichi replied, trying to push Kafka's face away. Seriously, strongest kaiju in history was a light weight apparently.

"But what if it isn't?" Aoi suddenly spoke up. He had his usual stoic expression on but those who knew him could tell he was close to wasted.

Both men looked at him. "What do you mean?" Haruichi asked.

"What if because Kafka is a kaiju… he can't wear other kaiju?" Aoi said slowly.

His companions slowly processed his words and ended up still confused.

"That makes sense!" Hoshina suddenly spoke up, approaching the table.

"It does?" Kafka slurred out.

"If you think about it, you're the most powerful monster on Earth and you hide behind a disproportionately weaker kaiju turned into a suit," Okonogi joined him. "On some subconscious level your body must be rejecting it."

"Exactly that!" Hoshina nodded along.

"Huh." Kafka stared at his beer.

"I guess, if we could use something from your body… we could make you a fitting suit," Okonogi thought out loud.

The men exchanged a look. Immediately, Kafka had his kaiju arm on the table.

"Okay, just hold still, Hibino," Hoshina was already unsheathing his katana.

"Wait, whoa, hold on a second!!" Okonogi yelled.

"Cut it off!!" 10 yelled.

Haruichi and Aoi were on Kafka's side holding onto him just in case.

"Captain!" Okonogi called for Mina.

Captain Ashiro looked up from the next song selection and approached the group. "What's going on?"

"We're trying to get a sample of Kafka to see if we can make a suit for him and have his battle release force higher!" Hoshina explained.

"Oh, I see." Mina nodded in understanding.

Okonogi was about to sigh in relief to have someone take control of the officers but then Mina reached for her pistol. This time everyone jumped back.

"Captain?!"

"Whoa!"

"What?" Mina asked confused.

"We don't want Hibino to explode, Captain," Hoshina explained kindly, using 10's tail to take the gun away from her.

She sulked.

"Let's just get back to karaoke, Mina," Shinonome suggested gently dragging her away.

When she left everyone sighed with relief.

"Now, where were we?" Hoshina turned to the remaining officers. Everyone got into position again. "Suck it in, Hibino!" The blade reflected a spark of light as the Vice-Captain raised it up. "On three! One! Tw–"

Suddenly everything got covered in ice. "What the hell is going on, sir?!" Ichikawa appeared in the door way back from the toilet with Shinomiya behind him. "Are you all insane!?"

"Boo! Killjoy!" Iharu hollered, he was one of the few spared from the ice. Immediately, he got bonked in the head by one of Ichikawa's floating frost guns.

"I left for five minutes!" Reno scolded everyone.

"You tell him, Reno!" Kikoru joined in.

"This is so irresponsible! You have to first secure the limb before you cut it out so you don't bleed out!" The ice around people began to melt, while Reno encased Kafka's arm in ice. Appreciative chorus of 'ooohs' responded to him.

"Yea—, wait what?" Kikoru blinked confused. "WHAT?!"

Before she could give up a shadow loomed over her and then precise blows have been delivered to all by one and only Vice-Captain Hasegawa. Kikoru looked up at him. When did he—

Her eyes fell on Narumi who was holding his phone up, with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. No doubt he recorded everything. He gave her a thumb-up.

She sighed. Adults were so stupid after alcohol. She swore she wouldn't be drinking any of it in the future. None.

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