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hatsukeii · 2 months ago

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real love, baby! / kageyama tobio x reader

genre(s): strangers to potential lovers, meet-cute?? meet-unfortunate?? who knows, fluff, slight crack

warning(s): nothing! safe and gn reader!

wc: ~1.8k

tldr; Is is a Christmas misfortune? A Christmas miracle? Is it both?

delivered to @yogurtkags with love (and slight tomfoolery) as a part of @lale-txt's secret santa event!!

It starts with the wine. Riesling, specifically. Riesling served just as you saunter from your table to the one immediately next to it. The waitress hesitates, stammers backwards by a single step at the sudden motion, and you plant your palms firmly on the red velvet tablecloth that is not your own. Kicking the seat back, you lower yourself onto cold wood and shoot a measly smile at the poor stranger across from you, who’s just had his quiet dinner interrupted by some dolled-up random.

“There you are, been looking for you everywhere!” His eyes widen, and you come to the realisation that he is just as confused as everyone else at this table is. “Who would’ve thought you were right under my nose?” You can answer that question– nobody would’ve thought. In fact, nobody knows who anybody is. His head snaps towards the waitress, who stares at him helplessly, a bottle of unopened Riesling in hand. It would be a Christmas miracle if this guy entertained you. In fact, you’d put up the Christmas tree in your flat for once and give your missing date a quick “unmerry Christmas, go fuck yourself!” text if you don’t get kicked out of this restaurant right here and right now.

“I- I don’t-”

“I knooooooow, right?” And now you’re throwing your head back, smiling at the ceiling as you pray that this works, the voice in your head chanting please, please, PLEASE work, God help me on Christmas. Your head whips back upright, and comes face to face with mystery man again. You shoot him a glance, a pitiful expression halfway between desperation and irritation. The face an angry mother makes when she’s too socially aware to rip her kid a new one in public. The kind of look you give someone where you are unequivocally fucked, and have no way out of whatever mess you’ve gotten into without their help. Hopefully that strikes a nerve, and judging by the way he swallows subtly, you think it has. “I don’t even know how I could be so stupid sometimes!”

“Right, literally right under my nose. I’ve been waiting for you…”

“Y/n. I believe…. Yes, Hinata! Yeah, she set us up.” That sounds convincing enough. “Can’t believe this is the first impression I make, I am so sorry.” The waitress slams the bottle of Riesling into the table, and sighs, rubbing her elbows and mumbling under her breath as she turns to walk away. Your shoulders collapse, and you huff out in relief when the sound of liquid hitting glass enters your ears.

“Do you by any chance… like Riesling?” Mystery man is tipping wine into your glass. Maybe you should shoot that text to your MIA date soon.

“Never tried it.”

He breathes out a chuckle through his nose, pouring himself a glass after yours. “Good, at least you don’t hate it outright.” You take a swig of wine. It's tangy, acidic, and now you know you hate it, spare for the way your tongue tingles with excitement. One look at mystery man and you realise that he, too, is dolled-up on Christmas night but sitting alone at a table for two. What one look does not tell you is how the shirt collar on his neck feels too tight for his liking, how his sweat is seeping through and sticking to the stiff sleeves of his navy blazer, and how he can feel his toes squishing against each other in his freshly polished oxfords. It also fails to tell you about how he knows his date isn’t going to show, but with the way you've invaded his space on a whim, then drunk out of the glass meant for another person right after, he thinks he's okay with this for the night.

“Tough luck for everyone tonight, huh?” You swirl the remaining wine in your glass, snickering half-heartedly. Grabbing a sad piece of bread from a neglected bread basket just beside the bottle of Riesling, you rip it apart and slather butter all over the exposed side before offering it to him. “Want some?”

He hesitates, taking it from between your fingers and ripping away the buttered surface. He takes a bite, places it down, and washes it down by chugging the cup of sparkling water in front of him. “Sorry, on a strict diet.”

“Strict diet, but you choose this place?” You wave your hand at nothing in particular, before shrugging it back in awkwardly because you have no idea who this guy is, what he does, what he’s going through, and you’ve just mocked his choice of Christmas dinner. Way to go! “Sorry, that came off badly.” He chuckles, which has to mean he isn’t offended. It also makes his face twist into a smirk that only shows one side of his toothbed, and you aren’t too sure how to decipher that.

“Well, strict diet in the sense that I’m planning my meals with this dinner in mind.” He picks up a menu, another item you haven’t seemed to notice until now, and flips through the pages. “Fuck, this looks incredible.” You watch his face inch closer to the pages, his eyes widening and brows furrowing periodically. “Can’t believe I was ready to leave just five minutes ago, after going through all this trouble booking the table.”

“Leave?”

“Was about to get kicked out, if anything.”

You finish your glass of Riesling in one go, wincing as it trickles down your throat. This is a Christmas miracle. You should really put up the Christmas tree, and maybe even put up some stockings by the door so you can blow your money and pretend Santa put those new headphones in the sock. You don’t have to imagine, because you can remember the exact face of the waiter that crept up to your table five minutes ago, and politely chewed you out over not ordering anything for half an hour, and taking up a table for two alone.

“Well, I’m sorry, and you’re welcome.”

“You are most definitely welcome.” He hands you the leather-backed menu, and you scan the fine print. “Do you happen to actually know Hinata?”

“Oh, no. Made that up on the spot.” Your eyes land on steak frites, and you make a note in your head to order that when the time comes. “What, do you?”

“Yeah, had a guy like that play volleyball on my team years ago.” You look at him over the top of the menu, and he’s staring wistfully at his empty glass of water. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was filming a music video. “He’s off in Brazil now, doesn’t even play on the same team anymore.”

“So you’re a volleyball player?” You place the menu down, and gesture with your hands. “I used to play, couldn’t do much but miss the ball, though.” You shake your head and he chuckles again, except this time his face melts into a smile completely. “Didn’t even make the first cut for the school team.”

“I’m sure you could have if you tried.”

“Oh yeah, it was just my master plan.” Leaning backwards into your chair, your feet tap against the ground. The smile may or may not have done you in, and you haven’t even learned of mystery man’s name yet. “My master plan to get stood up four years down the line and flirt with a volleyball player instead of being one.” His eyes widen again, and you freeze at the possibility that you may be chopped liver from now on. Then he laughs, a genuine one at that, whole rack of teeth on display while his head tips back just a little bit. He watches you pour yourself another glass of wine, and tries to flicker his eyes across your entire body. All he catches is sage green, but that’s enough for him to need another glass of water.

“Thank God for both of our shitty dates then, I guess.” He picks up his glass from the table and tips it towards your own in a tiny toast. Your cheeks are flushed, and he can feel warmth creeping to his ears. Has anyone ever blatantly flirted this way before? Hinata doesn’t count, but you sure remind him of the little mound of orange hair in all the right ways. And yes, he will be sending his missing date a “fuck you merry much” text after he’s done with you. The live band, gone unnoticed until now begins to play a Christmas jingle, bells and trumpets ringing in the background of this not-very-romantic-nor-anticipated date.

“Getting stood up on Christmas night has to be criminal.” Your shoulders rise and drop to each jingling bell, and you watch as mystery man joins you. Hopefully he’s having as much fun as you are, because something inexplicable is telling you that he might be stuck having fun with you for longer than you initially thought. And you think you are okay with that, because it’s also much better than holding out for a hermit who can’t even show up to a date that you booked and planned for.

“Yeah, we should start putting spoiled milk into the stockings at their doorstep.”

You laugh, waving your hands in front of yourself, and he fights the urge to pull your hands apart to study every line and crevice of your face.

“What? I’m sure you agree.”

“I do! I do agree! It’s devious, I love it!”

A joyous giggle sounds from his throat, one that hasn’t been let out for years. He’s putting up the tree tonight. He’ll dig up the old christmas tree in the attic of his family house, and fish for the gold star with a corner chipped off that’s probably lying underneath a pile of random junk in a forgotten box. It’s a Christmas miracle, he’s sure of it. Meanwhile, you’re giggling with mystery man, and when he takes another sip from his glass you do the same, before he’s putting his hand up to order food.

“Wait,” you press your palm into the space just in front of mystery man’s plate. “I’ve been calling you mystery man in my head all this time.”

“Well, change that to Kageyama. Kageyama Tobio.”

And now all the giggles, and the smiles, and the smirks, all have a new owner– Kageyama Tobio, who’s accidentally become your Christmas miracle. And as he blurts out his order of steak frites, you wonder if you happen to be Kageyama's as well.

author's note:

yes i completely rewrote this on a whim and yes i definitely managed to upend part of my writer's block with this one and i really hope you like it!!! it's a little different from how i usually write because im still trying to find myself again in terms of writing so i hope it's not like convoluted or just plain hard to read LOL merry christmas love you all MUAH MUAH MUAH thank you @lale-txt for this wonderful event!! i've loved it so much:)

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anonyymouslyyours · 1 year ago

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hi I have literally never done this before but I saw your post just now and thought what the heck

could you write a small thing about spencer reid where reader and him are neighbours and they both have a little crush on each other but never get to interact because spencer is literally never there

until either reader or spencer's apartment floods and it's 3am so they just go to their neighbour and there's maybe a cute confession?

(feel free to add your own pizzazz I love your writing!!!) <3333

hihihi girl! request anytime! this also ended up being a lotttt longer then intended <3

warnings: none, its fluffy its cute, like rlly cute and a bit cliche.

spencer reid. that was your neighbours name. considering he was home very little, you'd only seen him a few times and you've never even spoken a word; it seemed silly how much time you spent thinking about him.

you'll admit, your a sucker for a tall brunette with glasses, who wore ties and vests, and perhaps looked just a little nerdy. it was sweet, spencer looked very sweet.

he also happens to be your next door neighbour. like literally, you open the door of your house every day, and are confronted with the site of his own house. he's right there. you've debated sliding a note under his door, or just knocking and suggesting coffee, but you've always backed out.

the opportunity however, presents itself in a slightly annoying way. in the afternoon, you arrive home and walk into your living room to discover the entire floor flooded. one quick check of the house, and you've determined the entire place is flooded.

"jesus christ." you mutter, dialing a plumber and the flood services in your city.

when they arrive, its determined your house will be unliveable for 2 days. 2 whole days.

the plumber, matt, stares at you. "apologies, lady, but your pipes are pretty busted. its gonna cost you too."

you groan, annoyed.

"oh, uh your neighbour, you should check with them. see if they've got any issues." he adds.

you stop, spencer. your neighbour. you have a reason to go talk to him. you leave the plumber, and his little team to get to work, and cross the street to spencers house.

knock. knock.

maybe he isnt home. you look at his driveway. his car is there. the door creaks, and opens, revealing spencer reid. the man himself. in all his messy hair, rumpled shirt, afternoon glory. he pushes his glasses up, staring at you, suprised.

"hi. sorry i'm-"

"y/n." he says, quickly, and then flushes.

"right." your suprised he knows your name, though you do know his. "look uhm, sorry to bother you.. but my house kind of flooded. like everywhere. so, uhh- i was just checking if your house is all good."

his eyes widen. "your entire house? is flooded?"

you nod, grimacing. "yeah.. i mean my stuffs fine, i just have to find somewhere to stay and its a pain." you say, folding your arms and sighing.

he looks at you for a moment, thoughtful.

"uh.. besides from the fact im a total stranger.. you could um, stay with me? i mean. i have a guest room, im usually out all day. i'll cook." he says, quickly. he looks at you, expecting a no.

your suprised at his offer, intrigued even. he seems safe, your not uncomfortable.. and it would save you from having to stay in some cheap hotel.

"really? i mean- are you sure?" you confirm, raising your eyebrows at him.

he nods energetically, smiling. "i mean, it would be easier for you."

you nod, smiling back.

"well.. uh come in?" he says, shuffling to the side awkwardly.

his house is delightful, with heavy linen curtains, and tall bookshelves. the house is mostly wood, with touches of green and navy. it fits him perfectly.

"nice place you have here." you say, smiling.

"thank you." he says, staring at you for a moment. you catch him, and he looks away quickly.

"do you, uhm want a coffee? we can sit for a bit if you'd like." he says, gesturing at the couches in his living room.

you nod. "black with sugar, please."

"oh- i have mine just the same." he grins, hurrying off the the kitchen, before returning with a cup for you. he sits opposite you, studying you for a moment.

"so.. spencer, how long have you lived here?" you ask.

"5 years. which.. i think is a year longer then you?" he smiles.

"correct. uh, where do you work?"

he pauses, thinking thoughtfully. "truthfully, i work in the fbi. behavioral analysis unit." he says, staring right at you.

you shuffle in your seat, suddenly aware that this possibly means he can read your every emotion, or thought.

"thats very.. impressive, but then again you do have an intelligent look to you."

he chuckles, "well, i have been told i dress the part."

you laugh, smiling at him.

"you know.. i noticed you a while ago." he says, looking down at his coffee and swirling it.

you raise an eyebrow, curious.

"how so?"

"well, if i may be bold, your very- uhm very pretty."

your eyes widen, taken aback. you flush, letting out a soft giggle.

"you think so?" you whisper, staring at him. he finally looks up at you, nodding.

"do you say that to all the women you invite into your home?" you tease.

"i don't often invite women into my home.. in fact, you might be a first. quite special." he smiles. your cheeks feel hotter.

"well, spencer, i noticed you a while ago too. your very cute. you might be just my type." you say, staring at him.

its his turn to blush, and he looks nervous, as he turns away from you, lips parting into a smile.

"perhaps a blessing in disguise your apartment being flooded.." he whispers, the smile evident in his voice.

"i mean," you chuckle. "there has been one good outcome.."

"mmm.. silver linings and all." he says, turning to look you right in the eye. its sweet, hes very sweet. you think your very much going to enjoy your next two days here... perhaps even extend your stay.

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onlydijah · 7 months ago

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ BAD HABIT ❪ INTERLUDE ❫

𝜗𝜚 CATCH IT! — dislike to lovers, both are still in high school, no warnings i think

𝜗𝜚 WORDS FROM ME! — hi i wrote this at like 3 am so my apologies if its not good😭 idk if im gonna continue this but if i do i it’ll be a 4-parter!! plot was inspired by some book i read i lwk forgot the title (😓😓)

𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 — word count, 1.3K

THE MOTONOUS BUZZING of the pasty white fluorescent lights vibrated throughout the sterile, lifeless room as an older, chubby man paced around the spacious area. “I don’t even know what our game plan is here ken. I… ugh.” he spoke, feebly.

The younger teenager shrunk deeper in his seat, reverting back to his signature manspread. He looked around unsteadily, praying he didn’t accidentally meet his coach’s disappointed eye and let out a laugh.

As the dull melody of clicking footsteps and clock chimes continued, a million and one thoughts swirled through each other’s heads. While one was more focused on what he would eat for dinner tonight, another grappled with the fact that his star baseball player was as good as gone.

“Do you have anything? anything to say for yourself?” The frustrated man exhaled as he plopped down on his worn office chair, the wheels scooting it back a little upon his impact. “13 violations is absolutely crazy young man, your mom ever tell you ‘if you dont have anything nice to say, hold your tongue?’ god, we’re lucky the committee let you off easy the other 12 times, but I fear they’ve realized the way you act out on the pitch far outweighs any positives your talent grants you.”

The implication of career ending consequences in his coach’s outburst made the boy stand straight in his seat, “Huh? waddyamean, I would say my teasing adds charm.”

“Right… right! How about we go through some of your charming encounters, shall we?” The elder kissed his teeth as his hands rustled their way through the stacks of papers on his desk.

“That actually isn’t necessary!” Kenji responded suddenly with a nervous chuckle and uncomfortable grin, lunging across the desk in an attempt to stop his coach from reading his rather… vulgar jibes.

“No no, I think it's very necessary actually,” his coach remarked, raising his hand high to prevent the boy from reaching his documents. The younger boy fell face flat on the desk, choosing to just lay his head there as the man in front of him listed off the many crude actions he had been reported for.

“Are you kidding me? What does his face shape have to do with you throwing a beanball at his head?!”

“Ummmm.. so it was throwing me off the whole game so i had to like— even out his proportions.. ya’know?” Kenji answered sparingly, contorting his fingers and emphasizing each word he responded with so as to get his point across. “That’s not a valid reason and you know that.” his coach rebutted, shaking his head with distaste.

He loosened his grip and the pamphlet dropped with a loud “thud”. Raking his hands through his graying, jet black hair he began, “Listen, I'm gonna try and find a way to get you out of this— but there's no guarantee they won't find a way to terminate your scholarship. Ill have an answer for you by tomorrow.”

“Ouff.” The younger male let out a heavy exhale. “That bad?” he cringed.

“That bad.”

The rest of that day was ruined for Ken as his only hope of starting a successful baseball career was entirely in his nimble-minded coach’s hands. Easy to guess he didn't have much faith in him.

He roamed aimlessly around the massive halls of his school, taking note of every detail that the scattered decor offered. The curve of the walls when he was about to enter the gym, how the lights dimmed when he got close to the designated faculty/staff areas, and the navy blue bean bags littered across the library that helped transform the original cold, uninviting room into a welcoming space for all.

He admired how many windows the academy had, leading beautiful, warm natural light to pour from literally everywhere. He found comfort and belonging in the school as he strode, the expectation of being kicked out heavy on his shoulders only strengthened his love for the establishment.

Eyes lightly stinging from unpoured tears caused him to clench his eyes and shake his head frantically— his soft locks swinging across his face before he pushed them back into their place.

“Hello? Kenj.”

“Huh? Oh. Hi [name].”

“What?” She shrugged apathetically. “I didn't mean to ruin your main character moment but I needed your half of the history assignment like— yesterday.” she deadpanned, moving her hands around frantically.

“That wasnt due until Thursday!” Kenji negated, turning towards the girl. The height difference was quite intimidating from an outside perspective, but nevertheless the girl continued to argue.

“Are you actually illiterate? Like is there anything up there?” she pointed to his skull. “PLEASE let me know because if not I will gladly sign you up for the reading comprehension classes my little cousin takes.” she scoffed aggressively, turning the lightweight ring she had on her finger excessively.

“I’m alright, thank you.” Kenji sassed, pulling out his phone to “check his syllabus”. A couple beats of silence passed before he pressed his lips into a thin line and smiled.

“Oh my god.”

“I'm not stupid. Here.” He spat as he opened his backpack and lightly shoved a manilla folder into the girl's chest. “You're so irritating, like— why get me worked up in the first place?!” she pushed him back lightly. “You're evil. I can’t even—“ she rambled, unconsciously letting Kenji push her into the direction of the cafeteria. “See, this is entertaining!” He gushed, opening the cafeteria door and letting go of the girls backpack. “Bye friend!” he cheesed, turning back around to look for his clique— wherever they were.

The cafeteria was bright and energetic today, students laughing and arguing supplied audio for the usually silent enclosure; the clicking and clacking of plates and trays held a soothing melody for the ears of everybody there to enjoy while they worked and ate.

“Ohhhmygod that's crazy. He can't just do that can he?” Nia murmured as students bustled by their table to meet their friends. “Its not his fault, i'm here on scholarship so technically the school can revoke it whenever they want.” Kenji clarified.

“That bites man, im sorry.” she sympathized, shoving 3 sticks of strawberry pocky in her mouth. “S’okay. Coach Hayashi will find a way out for me. He always has.” he tried to reason, arms cradling his pounding head.

Nia dropped her pocky and rolled her eyes. “Now you're just lying through your teeth.” she chuckled. “Whatever.” Ken huffed, grimacing as his headache got worse.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY.” The younger woman fussed, slamming the door. “Cmon, [name] its not such a bad thing!” her counselor eargly hooted, “You’ll only be doing it for a week— max. And… well, you dont really have much of a choice anyway.”

The student exaggeratedly flopped onto the cream colored bean bag, glancing back at the colorful walls of Mrs.Aoki’s room. “Theres nobody else up for it?” she sighed grabbing a multicolored throw pillow; hugging it close against her chest, “I’ll take literally anybody else.”

“Im afraid not.” her words echoed around the lively expanse, bouncing around the colorful furniture and across the motivational poster spreads on the walls. “Be grateful he’s even up for this. Listen— the only person who can strain this arrangement even more now is you. So if you want to ruin your chances of ever getting into a good university, go ahead.”

The veiled wisdom hidden between the statement of the older woman became loud and clear against the young girls ear. “Your right.” she conceded. “Ill be there tomorrow.”

“Thats the spirit!” Aoki rejoiced, offering her pupil a soft smile.

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wnderkoo · 7 months ago

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IMGONNAGETYOUBACK l JJK

୨୧ Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you.

in which a misunderstanding compromises a new relationship, and the next time you see the man you're not sure if you want to hit him or kiss him.

warnings/tags: mentions of drinking, making out, suggestive themes, mentions of sex, miscommunication trope, angst, fluff

this is a part of my drabble series, read more here!

He's here.

He's actually here.

A month ago, there was never a doubt about whether Jeon Jungkook would be at a party. He seemed to be the party itself, everywhere all at once, doing everything with everyone, just good vibes all around.

It was where he had met you after all.

When you, the newcomer, had suddenly taken his crown of ping-pong king, he had been enthralled. You'd come out of nowhere and sunk every ball into Jungkook's cups while only conceding one drink yourself.

Who was this girl, in a navy sweater three sizes too big, who beat him and everybody else brave enough to face her in all of the party games?

The rest of the night, he had subconsciously kept you in his peripheral, fascinated by you and watching your every move even when he was occupied with other people.

When he had seen you shotgun a beer with a kind of grace one shouldn't possess when doing so, he almost fell to his knees.

He prayed to everything he believed in that you would stay longer when people were starting to

trickle out, and imagine the smile on his face when you planted yourself on the couch right across from him.

With the only people left at the party started settling on the two couches on the back patio, it was natural that the cliche games came out.

First it was never-have-I-ever, where Jungkook had learnt you'd never been eaten out, a crime punishable by death in his eyes, but you have had a threesome before, with who he hopes he never finds out.

By the time the game changed to 7 minutes in heaven, some people were past the brink of drunkenness, yet you seemed only a little tipsy.

After Tae and the girl who Jungkook assumed was your friend were the first to be paired off, Jungkook stared down the green bottle in his hand, praying it's mouth would point at the girl he had been captivated by all night.

Everyone watched intently as the bottle spun, yet Jungkook was watching you. You who bit your lip in anticipation as it spun antagonisingly long. You whose eyes snapped up to Jungkook when it finally landed on yourself. You who only smiled before standing, leaving Jungkook to follow you into the house hurriedly like a lost puppy.

Despite the aura you radiated all night, and the confidence you had carried yourself with during the games and while walking in here, Jungkook eyed the slight twitching of your fingers.

You were nervous.

That little fact did something to him that he couldn't explain, and suddenly he was clueless on what to do.

You found a closet in one of the bedrooms and closed yourselves in. The darkness made you clumsy, and you jumped when you accidentally brush Jungkook's thigh as you moved yourself to lean on the back wall.

You felt Jungkook do the same, feeling his warmth excruciatingly close to your side.

He knew neither of you were inexperienced, yet Jungkook suddenly felt like a virgin being in the presence of a pretty girl.

"Uh, we don't have to-"

He'd only just uttered the words out when you slid into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, your warmth and sweet smell now all up in Jungkook's space.

He couldn't find it in himself to complain.

"You want this?" you had asked, using the alcohol in your veins to fuel your courage.

"Yes. So bad."

Jungkook said the words almost painfully and you found yourself giggling.

He was about to ask if he could kiss you when you literally crashed your lips onto his. You had underestimated how close you already were in the dark, and when you'd surged forward to kiss him, you'd found him much earlier than anticipated, your foreheads banging together.

"Fuck. Sorry."

Jungkook only laughed, settling his hands on your waist before, carefully, finding your lips again.

The groan that left you had Jungkook impossibly hard, though he suspected he had already been the second you planted your warm thighs on his lap.

Your soft hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss, and when your tongue fought against his, it was Jungkook's turn to groan.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your time had run out before you got past making out, interrupted by Namjoon opening the closet door with a blaring flashlight in hand.

Both you and Jungkook were still fully dressed, yet he had brought you against his chest to protect you, a sudden new instinct of his. You'd smiled into his neck, inhaling his scent and wishing you never had to leave his arms.

Though Jungkook had practically begged for your number and the chance to take you out, little had he known, you would've given him your number without much hesitation.

That first night had bloomed something new and exciting and you couldn't get enough of each other.

Jungkook lived and breathed you, and he bore the title of 'certified YN bottom' proudly.

He was utterly and absolutely whipped for you.

As fate would have it, you actually shared two classes and upon learning that fact, Jungkook made sure to walk with you to your lectures and linger when they ended so he could walk you to your next.

He took you to lunch whenever he could, and came over for movie nights on weekends. His favourite thing to do, other

Everything had been going smoothly. Almost too smoothly.

At another party like the rest, one you'd come to with Jungkook himself, your heart had sunk to your stomach when you'd walked into the kitchen, looking for a beer and the man you were starting to care about too much for your sanity, just to see him with another girls lips pressed against his own.

They pulled apart at the gasp of shock you let out, and when Jungkook saw you standing in the doorway, betrayal all over your face, he'd frozen. The girl who had just kissed him only smirked, venom in her smile as she looked at you while trailing a manicured hand over Jungkook's chest before leaving.

The silence in the kitchen was louder than the

music blaring in the room next door as the two of you stared at each other. You were waiting, begging, for him to explain, to tell you it wasn't what it looked like, that it was a misunderstanding.

Yet Jungkook stayed silent.

He didn't mean to. The words were right there, and he knew you would understand, because he knew your character. And still, his mouth wouldn't open.

With any other girl, this wouldn't have been a problem. Jungkook had never been exclusive with anyone, so he could kiss whoever he wanted, even if it made him seem like an asshole.

Except you weren't any other girl. You were the closest thing to exclusive that Jungkook had ever had, and it threw him in the deep end to see the look in your eyes.

It made him realise how serious the two of you had been getting, not that he was opposed to it, but it had spooked him. How much you were starting to take up space in his life.

And he had screwed it up. Not only that, but he let you think that he had kissed that girl voluntarily by not explaining straight away.

It was only when you turned on your heel and bolted for the door that Jungkook snapped out of his stupor. He followed you, calling your name, only to be ignored as you pushed past sweaty bodies to the front door.

When a tipsy stranger knocked into you, Jungkook levelled them with a glare and reached a hand out to steady you.

You flinched from his touch as if he had burned you and Jungkook felt a fracture in his heart.

You rushed down the front steps of the house, uncaring that it was the middle of the night, ready to run home and collapse onto your bed cursing yourself for being so stupid.

When the front door opened behind you, you turned, ready to yell at the man who had played with your heart, only to find his friend instead.

"I'll take you home," Namjoon said nodding to over to his car. He didn't mention anything, but given that he was there instead of Jungkook, you figured he knew why you needed the ride home.

The ride back to your dorm was quiet and you stare out into the darkness and think about what a mistake it was to get involved with someone like Jungkook. You'd known that first night the kind of man he was, yet you'd stupidly allowed yourself to get close.

To fall for his smiles and the way he comes over and brings you food while you study. To fall for his jokes and the way he strokes your back when you fall asleep together. To fall for him.

Jungkook's texts had remained unanswered since that night, and when he'd seen you in class, a hopeful smile on his face as he willed you to look in his direction, you wouldn't even give him the time of day.

You'd stopped going to parties, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had as well.

Nothing seemed worth doing if you weren't there to laugh at him when he did something stupid or to kiss him silly just for the sake of it. His friends had never seen him so affected by something, let alone a girl, and to say they were concerned would be an understatement.

It was killing him inside, and unbeknownst to Jungkook, it was killing you as well.

You'd vowed to stay away from parties since your falling out with Jungkook, but after much begging and persuasion from your friends, you find yourself at the end of semester get together

You try to enjoy it for the sake of your friends, but everything reminds you of that first night with Jungkook.

The beer pong in the garden, the couches on the patio, the godforsaken closet upstairs.

Since it was the end of the semester, the party is one of the most crowded ones you've been to. Faces seem to blur together in the dim distance, yet one makes it out clear as day.

Jeon Jungkook is here.

He hasn't seen you yet, and you hope he doesn't.

You tell yourself you want nothing to do with him, his lies or his deceit.

But why does your chest hurt seeing him without his usual smile? Why do you frown seeing him turn down drinks and offers to play games from his friends? Why does it affect you so much seeing him on the couch across the garden, mirroring your gloomy mood.

You're both miserable.

You should want him to be, right? Maybe you should go and find another handsome man to dance with, get back at him and make him think you've moved on. You want him to suffer like you have... but you also want to give him a hug. You want to slap him in the face for hurting you and kiss it better afterward. You want to throw eggs at his house but you also want to sleep in on weekends with him.

Truth was, you missed him. Missed the way he made you feel and the person you were becoming because of him. Not to mention the wicked way he used his tongue and hands.

At the dirty thoughts that suddenly bombard your mind, you take another swig of your beer.

Not wanting to risk being seen by Jungkook, you enter the house, hoping to find a bathroom to hide in until you can beg your friends to go home. Unluckily for you, the line for the bathroom downstairs is about 8 people long and you don't even want to try the bathroom upstairs, if the sounds coming from behind the door are enough are any give-away.

You wander around the house looking for somewhere to hide hang around, but the living room is too crowded with people dancing, and kitchen is too cramped to not look like a creep lingering.

"There you are, YN! Come on, we're playing games outside."

You'd just accepted defeat and made your way back outside when your friend, Jihyo, had ambushed you. Beer in one hand, she uses the other to drag you over to the couches where the rest of your friends and a group of guys you know all too well have gathered.

"Here she is! Found her," Jihyo exclaims once you've neared, letting go of your hand to go and sit by Taehyung, who puts a casual arm around her shoulders.

Jungkook looks up then and when your gazes clash, you feel a pang in your chest. He looks shocked to see you here, though before either of you can exchange what you assume will be the most awkward greeting in history, Jimin kicks off the games.

In a twenty minute game of two-truths-and-a-lie, you learn that Jungkook has never been in a long term relationship but he does want two kids in the future one day.

You can tell that Jungkook isn't really present in the games, giving answers when he has to, but pretty detached otherwise.

It's only when a bottle is brought out that the unspoken tension seems to heighten. When it's Jungkook's turn to spin, you pray to everything it doesn't land on you. Yet, the thought of him going into a closet with another girl is somehow worse.

You almost laugh when the bottle lands on you, the sick twisted irony of it all. Eyes look every which way, yet you don't say anything as you stand, heading inside the house.

You'd rather get it over and done with than make a big deal out of it. You're not sure if Jungkook is even following you until you're up the stairs and he mumbles something about a free bedroom down the hall.

When the closet door submerges you in darkness, you finally take notice of your pounding heartbeat. You will yourself to get a grip, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"We can just sit here until it's over," Jungkook says from somewhere to your left.

"Sounds great."

Your hadn't meant to sound so bitter, but you don't tell him that.

The silence is suffocating, knowing he's here somewhere in the dark, yet neither of you are speaking.

"I know it's too late now, but I'm sorry."

You almost think you've imagined the words before Jungkook speaks again.

"When that girl kissed me... I wanted to throw up because she wasn't you, and even though we weren't together I was already yours in every way it counted."

Your heart is pounding in your chest again as he continues.

"When I saw you in the doorway, I knew I'd ruined everything, and you would never see me as anything more than a fuck-boy anymore... I could have explained right then and there, to save you the hurt, but I couldn't open my fucking mouth. The first girl I'm falling in love with and I ruined it before we even got to start."

Jungkook isn't sure what compelled him to spew his feelings out in one go, perhaps it's the safety of the darkness, or he felt that it was time for the explanation you deserved weeks ago, but he feels a weight off his chest now that it's out in the open.

When you don't say anything for a while, he thinks that you're past the brink of hatred toward him.

"You said falling, not fell..." you murmur out loud.

"As in you still are?" It's a stupid question, obviously he meant the past tense... right?.

"Trust me, I tried to get over you. I didn't deserve you, but you still take up most of the space in my thoughts."

When the door way opens, and Jimin's face appears against the light, Jungkook's face drops. He expects you to walk out without a backwards glance, but instead you tell Jimin you'll be down soon before slamming the door shut.

Your feelings are all a mess and before either of you leave this closet, you want Jungkook to know exactly how you feel too. Relieved that he hadn't kissed that girl voluntarily, irritated at all the miscommunication, happy that he had been and is still falling in love with you.

"I hate you for hurting me," you grumble.

"I know," Jungkook replies.

"I shouldn't do this," you grumble again.

"Shouldn't do what?-"

And then you're smashing your lips to his. Jungkook doesn't even care that you might have just broken his nose, all he cares is that he's kissing you again. Your lips are as soft as he's remembered, and when you settle on his lap, he relishes in the way you fit perfectly in his arms.

He almost growls when you break away.

"I'm falling in love with you too, asshole."

Jimin doesn't mention anything when the two of you come back downstairs, half an hour later, and no one seems to bat an eye when you sit beside each other looking much cosier than you had been before being locked in that closet together.

As more people start to head home for the night, the games make way for idle chatter on the couches, and you're content to lay your head against Jungkook's chest, his arm around you, as you listen to the conversations around you.

After talking and making up (and out), you realised that what you had with Jungkook was worth the trouble, and even if something happened that threatened your relationship again, he would always be yours, and you his.

Coming to this party, you weren't sure whether you were going to curse him out or take him back to your house.

One thing was for sure, you were gonna get him back.

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Baby, You’re a Firework

The AOT boys meeting you for the first time at the Fourth of July/Canada Day firework show

Ft. Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Levi, Reiner, Bertolt, Connie

Eren

- He didn’t really care for fireworks as a kid

- He just didn’t get the appeal

- But when he got older, he loved going as it symbolized freedom

- Now he gets dressed up in those Old Navy flag shirts and wears a pair of red shorts

- He goes with Armin and Mikasa, obviously

- It’s so crowded that they definitely can’t get close to the front

- “Hey, let’s go up that little hill.” Armin says, pointing behind them

- The three friends climb the hill that has some people sitting on it

- They choose a spot where a tree isn’t blocking their view and sit down

- Armin starts to talk about how old fireworks are and that’s when Eren checks out

- He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling on twitter

- Then he hears a laugh

- It catches his attention somehow which us odd because the waterfront is absolutely packed

- So he looks up and watches as you stumble down the hill from behind him

- You literally take his breath away

- You look behind you to tell whoever you’re with that you’ll be right back

- But you trip on your own foot, causing you to fall down and roll to the bottom of the hill

- Eren is up in a flash and runs down after you

- “Hey, are you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall you took there.”

- “Yeah. I’m fine.” You say, sitting up. “I’m just a little clumsy”

- He holds out his hand and pulls you up

- He finally gets a good look at your face and to say he thinks you look stunning is an understatement

- “Hi. I’m Eren”

- “(Y/N). Thanks for helping me up”

- “No problem. You want someone to walk with you wherever you’re going?”

- You look a bit unsure but when you see your friend shooing you with a smile on her face, and two people sitting just below her and looking pretty ecstatic, probably Eren’s friends, you agree

- You also think he’s incredibly handsome and you’ll probably stay with him near where you’re going so your friend doesn’t start mocking you until you’re ready

- The fireworks begin to go off so you look up excitedly

- He looks down at you with admiration in his eyes

Armin

- Armin loves fireworks

- He loves how something so magical is real

- Plus the show always takes place by the water, so he’s happy about that

- “Did you know that England uses to have someone called the ‘Fire Master of England?’” He asks his friends

- “Really?” Mikasa asks

- “What the hell is that?” Eren asks

- “So Queen Elizabeth the First loved fireworks so much that-“

- “Baby!” A voice squeals as a body throws itself into his side

- Armin grunts as he’s caught off guard

- He looks down at you just as you look up. “I was looking everywhere for you! You said you’d be by the water!”

- Armin blinks a few times. Were you drunk? Were you confused and in need of medical attention? Did he look like your boyfriend? You were super cute, though, so he wasn’t complaining. Just confused

- Then he sees a large male figure walking up to them

- And he understands

- He wraps his arms around you in a hug. “Ah, I’m sorry! I saw Eren and Mikasa and came to say hi. Didn’t realize how long we were talking for.”

- You look so relieved that he understands what’s going on

- You look over at his friends. “Oh, hi! It’s so nice to see you again!”

- Eren’s so fucking confused

- Mikasa catches on right away. “You too. It’s been forever.”

- Armin looks at the guy. “Darling, who’s this? I didn’t think you were bringing any friends.”

- “Oh, he’s no one.” You say and cling to him tighter

- “Ah, well it was nice seeing you.” Armin says, giving a smile to the guy. “Have a nice night.”

- “Ain’t no way you bagged that.” The guy says and then scoffs. “I’m not buying it.”

- Now Eren understands, and he’s ready to throw hands

- But Armin kissing the top if your head catches him off guard

- He lets you go and steps forward. “I suggest you leave my girl alone. You really don’t want to know what I can do when I’m pissed. Do you know exactly where to hit to make you seize up?”

- The guy suddenly looks scared. “No? I do. Now, please. Take your leave, or else you’ll be leaving in a body bag.”

- The guy scoffs and walks away

- Armin breathes out to calm himself down when he feels you wrap your arms around him again

- “Thank you! Thank you, so much! He wasn’t leaving me alone and I got really bad vibes from him.”

- Armin turns around and holds you again. “It’s alright, no need to thank me. Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

- You shake your head as you pull away. “No. I saw you and just felt like you’d know what was going on.”

- “Alright, well you’re gonna stay with us, ok?” Armin says. “We’ll bring you wherever you need to go.”

- You nod thankfully. “You’re my hero. Seriously.”

- Armin’s face erupts into a giant blush. “H-Hero? No, please, I was just doing what any sane guy would do!”

- Eren smacks his shoulder. “Armin. You’re her hero.”

- Mikasa gives him a thumbs up

- “Armin? That’s your name? I like it. I’m (Y/N).”

- “Well I like your name as well, (Y/N)”.

- The fireworks start going off, causing Armin to break out into a huge smile

- “Did you know that fireworks originated in China around 2000 years ago?”

Jean

- He’s there with Sasha and Connie

- Marco couldn’t make it as he had to go on vacation to see his family from overseas

- Sasha and Connie are loud

- They’re play fighting, screaming, and just being their usual idiotic selves

- Tonight, however, he can’t take it

- His social battery is already getting drained by all these people so him babysitting them is not gonna happen

- So he decides to take a walk

- It’s difficult to walk though since there’s so many damn people around

- “Hey! Knock it off!” He hears a voice shout

- He instantly looks around and sees you with a guy who’s obviously drunk

- “I said, leave me alone!”

- Jean instantly runs over, barreling over literally everyone

- He pushes the drunk away

- “I think you need a hearing aid, buddy!”

- “Why don’t you mind your own business?” The guy says grabbing Jean’s shirt

- He looks down at the hands, then back up at the guy

- He’s been in this exact same position more times than he can count

- It doesn’t even take that hard of a punch to get the guy to go down

- He’s not knocked out, surprisingly, but he’s definitely reeling

- Jean turns to you and his heart breaks as he sees you shaking

- He notices how pretty you are but pushes that thought away for now

- “Hey, are you alright?”

- You nod. “Th-Thank you.”

- “Don’t worry about it. Do you want me to stay with you in case that dumbass tries anything again?”

- You nod

- “Alright. Then let’s go. He’ll have a harder time finding finding us if we walk away”

- He gently takes your hand and pulls you away

- “I’m Jean, by the way.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You’re still shaken up so when you stop walking away, you wrap your arms around Jean’s waist

- This sets something off in his mind

- You feel safe with him

- You only just met yet your clinging to him like you’re a koala

- Now it’s his goddamn duty to protect you

- He wraps his arm around you to pull you even closer

- “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

- You nod, feeling yourself calm down

- He’s nice and warm, even though it’s a warm night

- You feel like you’re meant to be pressed into his side

- Like his side was made specifically for you

- The fireworks start going off and you gasp in delight, completely forgetting everything that happened mere minutes ago

- Jean can feel his phone go off in his pocket, but he ignores it

- He’ll answer Sasha and Connie later

- When he has your number tucked securely into his contacts

Marco

- He’s there with his parents and little brothers

- They’ve always gone to see the fireworks

- They found out last year that his youngest brother has some issues with loud sounds so they made sure to bring along some headphones for him

- Marco’s always secretly hoped he’d find someone while watching the show

- He finds the idea romantic, ok?

- One of his brothers starts to say that he needs the washroom so Marco grabs his hand and pulls him through the crowd towards the indoor event space

- He’s standing in line with his brother when he watches you get into the other line (either for the female washroom or the gender neutral one, he doesn’t know)

- He knows it’s weird, seeing a random stranger get in line to use the washroom and think they’re gorgeous

- But he looks at you nonetheless

- You feel someone looking at you so you turn your head and notice Marco

- You wave slightly and find it adorable how he blushes and looks away

- You’ve actually seen him before but never got the chance to say hello

- You work at a local toy store and so you see him and his family come in often to buy gifts for the youngest children

- He’s never noticed you before so he never read your name tag

- He feels embarrassed that he was caught but pushes the feeling aside as he eventually makes it to the front of the line

- As they exit the washroom, he sees you standing by the exit door

- You’re probably waiting for someone

- There’s no way someone like you came here alone

- “Hi there.” You greet

- He stops in his tracks. “Me?”

- “Who else could I be talking to?”

- Marco stays silent. He can’t believe you’re talking to him

- “I was wondering if you were here with anyone.” You look down at his brother. “I mean, anyone else.”

- “Oh, uh. Just my parents and my other brothers.”

- “Oh, ok. Sorry.” You say. You then fish into your bag and pull out a pen. You grab his arm and write down your number. “Text me when you get a chance. My name is (Y/N), by the way.”

- Before he can form a sentence, you’re already gone out the door. He looks down at his arm and sees your pretty handwriting

- He immediately fishes his phone out of his pocket and adds your name and number to his contacts

- He then quickly sends a text

- “Hey, there. You just gave me your number. My name is Marco”

- It doesn’t take you long to respond

- “Hi, Marco. If you want to join me, I’m sitting on a checkered purple blanket by the play structure :)”

- He instantly rushes his brother back to his parents before running off to join you

- He practically slides on the ground to sit, he’s so excited

- He’s never had someone so into him that they write their number on his arm like he’s in a romance movie

- He’s now just realizing that his fantasy is coming true as the fireworks go off

- You lean against him and he just about faints at the contact

Levi

- Despises fireworks

- Hates them

- They’re loud, bright, annoying and make the air smell like shit

- He’s also surrounded by strangers and kids

- And what do those two things have in common?

- Germs

- And germs brings colds and sickness, which he absolutely cannot stand

- He only came because Hanji was going and we all know how much trouble Hanji can get in when by themselves

- He cringes at the sight of all the people standing around

- It feels like a cult to him

- All these people flock to one place to watch this big event in dedication to this one moment in history

- “I wanna get close!” Hanji says as they begin to push through the crowd

- Levi grabs their ponytail. “No, we’re not going in that cesspool”

- “Aw, c’mon, Levi! We need to get good spots!”

- “Don’t care. Not going in.”

- Hanji grabs Levi’s hand out of their hair and starts dragging him

- Knowing damn well that Hanji consistently forgets to wash their hands, he struggles to pull out of their grasp

- “Stop being so stubborn!” Hanji exclaims, gripping their friend tighter

- Levi grabs their wrist and yanks himself out

- But the force causes him to stumble backwards

- Tripping right over your legs as you sit on a blanket

- “Oh, my god, are you ok?” You ask him, his legs laying right over yours

- “Yeah. Fine.” He grumbles. He’s about to stand up and beat the living shit out of Hanji for making him tumble over a stranger but then he meets your concerned gaze

- He stops moving and wonders if he stopped breathing for a second

- “Seriously, that was a bit of a nasty fall. Did you hit your head?”

- “Uh… No. No, I’m fine. Sorry.”

- “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t mean to.”

- He nods and stands back up

- He looks around for Hanji but they seem to have abandoned him

- Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance “Damn, four-eyes”

- “Can’t find your friend?” You ask

- “No. Probably didn’t even realize that I fell.”

- “You can stay with me until they come back.” You offer

- He looks down at you patting the empty spot on the blanket

- He doesn’t know where that blanket’s been

- Hell, he doesn’t know where you’ve been

- But for some reason, he can’t say no to that sweet face

- So he sits down and crosses his legs

- “I’m (Y/N)”

- “Levi”

- You pull out a small thing of hand sanitizer and put some in your hand before holding your hand out to shake his

- Yup, he’s instantly star struck

- He takes your hand and shakes it. “I see you like your cleanliness, too?”

- “Mhm. I have a thing with germs. Just the thought creeps me out”

- The fireworks start going off and suddenly, he’s seeing them in a new light

- Maybe they’re not so bad after all

Reiner

- He doesn’t mind fireworks

- He’d honestly prefer to be at home and watch them from his backyard but the city banned backyard fireworks this year so he was forced to go out

- He doesn’t go with anyone

- He had a barbecue earlier in the afternoon so now he’s unwinding from having to talk to people

- It’s not that he doesn’t like people, he just likes not having to entertain them all the time

- He’s still a depressed bean so keeping up face is exhausting

- This is his time

- His time to be alone

- His time to-

- His head whips around as you pass him

- He can’t take his eyes off you as you push through the crowd

- So he turns and starts to follow you

- He doesn’t mean to be creepy

- He just hasn’t felt like this in years so he doesn’t want to let it go so quickly

- It’s like you’re a magnet and he’s metal

- Or a witch and you’ve casted a spell on him

- He follows you to the back of the crowd and watches as you walk over to a group of people

- A group that contains other guys

- The feeling washes away immediately and is replaced by more depression

- There’s no way in hell you aren’t here with one of those guys

- “Hey, looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Your friend says as he points to Reiner

- You turn around and see him

- You think he’s incredibly attractive with those broad shoulders and tall stature

- He starts to walk back into the crowd

- You feel your friend push you

- “Go get him! Bring him over!”

- You nod and quickly run back

- “Excuse me!” You grab his shoulder and when he looks down, his eyes widen

- He can’t believe it

- You stopped him

- “I was wondering if you wanted to join me and my friends.”

- “Friends?” He repeats. “Not your boyfriend?”

- You chuckle. “No. I don’t have one”

- He feels his heart leap for joy. “I’m Reiner.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You bring him back and introduce him to your friends

- They all seem jealous that such a fine man wants to talk with you

- You just smile smugly and grab his arm

- He’s so touch starved that he almost gets on his knees for you

- The show starts and you all watch as the sky lights up in different colours

- You rest your head against his strong arm

- He’s pretty sure he feels his nose start to bleed

Bertolt

- He’s afraid of fireworks

- The sound and light brings back bad memories

- Whenever someone sets off fireworks, he immediately turns on a movie, putting the sound on full blast and hiding under the covers

- He does this during thunderstorms, too

- But his therapist wants him to do exposure therapy

- It’s easier for thunderstorms

- He just has to sit by the window in silence

- But fireworks?

- Those only come around every few months

- And his therapist wants him to go to the show

- He only agreed to go if he brings someone with him

- So Reiner and Annie step up to the plate

- She’s pretty nonchalant while Reiner us praising him up and down

- “You got this, Bert!” “Look at you! You’re doing so good!” “You’re gonna own these bastard fireworks in no time!”

- This helps but he’s still nervous as all hell

- The amount of people isn’t making it any easier

- With all the people buzzing with excitement, it’s just churning his stomach

- They opt to stay on the outside of the crowd

- As the clock strikes ten, Reiner puts an arm around his friend’s shoulder

- He feels a bit more confident

- But when that first firework goes off, he’s no more than a small dog

- He basically becomes a mouse

- He just wants to run and hide

- But with Reiner there, he can’t

- Another firework goes off, so he covers his ears

- Another, he closes his eyes

- And when the fourth one goes off, all that churning comes bubbling to the surface

- He pushes Reiner off and runs away, holding his mouth closed under the bile is too much in his mouth and he lets it out into the grass

- “Oh, sweetie, are you ok?” A soft, sweet voice says from behind him

- He tries to look up but he can’t as his stomach continues to empty

- He feels you start to rub his back comfortingly. “Here. Wipe your mouth”

- He takes the tissue out of your hands and wipes his mouth clean

- As he stands up, he turns to you but keeps his gaze down. “I- Um- I’m sorry”

- “Don’t be sorry.” You say. “Are you alright?”

- He finally looks up at your face and instantly wishes he didn’t

- You’re so beautiful that it makes him almost puke again

- Why did he have to be sick in front of someone like you?

- He opens his mouth to answer but a very loud ‘boom’ sounds off

- He drops the tissue and covers his ears

- You can see the poor boy shaking in his boots

- “Oh, sweetie.” You coo and run over to your bag. Your friend was supposed to join you, but she had to go away for the weekend. You just never removed the noise cancelling headphones from your bag

- You hand them over to him. When you see his eyes closed, you gently touch his arm. He finally opens them and looks at the headphones

- “Here. These should help”

- He gratefully takes the headphones and puts them on

- “Thank you”

- He calms down almost instantly. But you can still see him shaking

- So you gently grab his hand and smile up at him

- His hand is sweaty, but you don’t mind at all

- “It’s ok to be scared. I’ll stay with you until it’s over, ok? I’m (Y/N)”

- “I’m Bertolt.”

- Reiner and Annie watch the whole ordeal go down and tease him about it later

- Only he could pick someone up by blowing chunks in front of them

- Safe to say though that you exchanged numbers and talk all the time

Connie

- This boy goes crazy for the Fourth of July/Canada Day

- He’s wearing a hat, face paint, flag shirt, matching shorts, flags in both hands, and even has celebratory crocs with matching Jibbitz

- Safe to say he stands out

- And in a crowd of thousands, that’s hard to do

- He’s there with Jean and Sasha, Sasha being dressed up too but not like him

- Jean in that moment really starts to question where he went wrong in life to get Connie and Sasha as his best friends

- Connie, even though his get up seems finished, needs more merch

- So he leaves Sasha and Jean to man their spot as he pushes through the crowd and up to the stand selling just about everything he could hope for

- Is part of him doing this to annoy Jean more? Abso-fucking-lutely

- He looks at all the items on offer when he notices someone walk up beside him

- He’s mesmerized but not just because you look amazing, but because you match his vibe

- You are wearing a light up hat and a necklace that’s singing the national anthem

- And don’t get him started on your makeup

- It’s way more elaborate than the painted stripes he did on his cheeks

- You look at him and smile widely when you see how decked out he is

- “I thought I was the only crazy one here!”

- “Crazy? Baby, you haven’t seen crazy yet”

- You laugh in response

- He wants to hear you laugh again

- No, scratch that. He needs to hear you laugh again

- So he buys the bubble wand and presses the button so bubbles start shooting out

- He starts screeching the anthem at the top of his lungs like a damn seagull

- You laugh so hard you nearly fall down

- Connie catches you though, so you end up laughing into his chest

- You’ve finally found another person who’s as insane as you are

- Connie knows how rare it is to find another person like him, so he knows he can’t just let you go

- “Are you here with anyone?”

- “Yeah, technically.” You sigh. “But they all thought I was being annoying and left. I was gonna buy something to cheer myself up”

- “No need.” Connie says, linking your arm with his. “You have new friends. Sasha’s like us and Jean actually tolerates our craziness. Pretty sure he secretly likes it”

- You giggle and hold his arm tighter

- “Then take me to thy leader!”

- He laughs and begins to lead you back. “I’m Connie.”

- “Nice to meet you, Connie. I’m (Y/N)”

- Sasha and Jean give each other a look as you two approach. They’ll leave Connie alone for now

- But once you’re gone? They’re mocking the living shit out of him

- Titanic references. Singing ‘A Whole New World’. Humming the wedding tune. Making kissing noises- the whole nine yards

- As the fireworks start going off, he starts screaming the national anthem

- Jean covers his ears and then his jaw drops as you join him

- People start giving you looks

- “Oh, god. Now there’s three of them” Jean says

#aot fluff #eren jaeger x reader fluff #eren yaeger x reader fluff #armin arlert x reader fluff #jean kirschtein x reader fluff #jean kirstein x reader fluff #marco bodt x reader fluff #marco bott x reader fluff #levi ackerman x reader fluff #reiner braun x reader fluff #bertolt hoover x reader fluff #bertholdt hoover x reader fluff #connie springer x reader fluff #snk fluff

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byunpum · 2 years ago

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The best father I could be...

Pair: Lo'ak x Human reader (why not!!! ahhh can be my human-navi reader)

Tw: cute, lo'ak being a sweetheart.

Warning: None

Note: I took the freedom to put these two requests together. I think they are similar. "click here" to see the requests.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

No one in the family thought in a million years that lo'ak was going to be a father. But they were surprised when Y/N said he was expecting twins.

Yes, twins. Twice the chaos, that was the first thing that popped into jake's head. He's praying to eywa, that the babies would have Y/N's character, because if not… he knew he'd die of a heart attack.

On the other hand the happiness lo'ak had was something he couldn't hide. His beautiful, precious, adorable Y/N was going to bless him with twins. Mo'at commanded you to take things easy. And that was what lo'ak set out to do throughout your pregnancy.

He literally stopped doing his daily chores, to be by your side all the time. He didn't care if he heard what many said, that he was overreacting to your pregnancy blah blah blah. The man was going to make sure you were safe.

Eywa blessed them with two beautiful girls. Two girls, lo'ak was crying as he came over to give you a kiss on your forehead. Wiping away tears that fell from your cheeks. "Thank you…thank you tìyawn" lo'ak is so excited, he doesn't know what to do.

Neytiri gave him the two creatures, while she took care of you. He held his two girls. He did not know what he had done right, for these two beauties to be his daughters. Pride did not fit in his chest. "Ma Y/N, you did an excellent job. I am so proud of you. You've made me the happiest man alive" his tears streamed down his cheeks.

From that moment on, he promised himself to be the best father any child could ever have. He wanted his daughters to feel loved, protected and understood. No matter what.

And so three years passed. And his two girls had grown up so fast, and that meant he could take them everywhere he could. And that made you a little tense. You knew that lo'ak was very… risky with his adventurous places.

Your two girls, Silpey and Rey'eng were very different. Silpey was very active and adventurous. While Rey'eng was quiet and shy. But they were both their daddy's girls. Lo'ak would carry them both in his arms, walking through the forest, while talking about the adventures he had experienced.

They would like to take everyone for a walk by the sea, with Payakan. "Be very careful, yawnetu" you speak, worried about your girls. They were still very young, but lo'ak insisted that they would be fine.

"Don't worry…they will be fine" says lo'ak holding your waist, the man was kneeling in front of you. Leaving kisses on your hands, reaching up to give you another kiss on your neck. You laugh a little, while holding your baby.

He would treat his daughters equally, no matter if one was faster than the other. He would try to be equal. He didn't want his daughters to feel like they were competing all the time.

His girls are forbidden to call him 'sir', he is their father not their boss. He loves his father, but hated it when he had to call him that. He wants his daughters to have the confidence to tell him how they feel. Even though they are still very young.

To lo'ak, he would not mind showing his affection and love in front of his daughters. You were the love of his life. Your babies would be used to seeing their father hugging, kissing and being extremely loving to their mother. This would be great for the girls… they would run to their uncle neteyam and hug him saying something like "who is the most beautiful creature in pandora" silpey would say, while neteyam would be a little confused.

He would show off his girls everywhere. My girls do this, they're great at doing this etc. He would have the help of his big brother and his best friend spider. They would be in charge of being the best uncles. Showing off how his nieces were the best at everything they did.

He would always have the afternoon free for you. He likes to arrive at the family hut, see his girls get up and run to where he was, to welcome him. Watching as Y/N was cleaning up and preparing what they were going to have for snack. "Did you have a good day today?" asks lo'ak, sitting down behind you. Grabbing your waist pulling you closer to his lap. Breathing and kissing your neck.

"Ohh yeah, I had a great day. I helped mo'at and kiri. Also, neytiri was here helping me with the girls" you speak, feeling his arms tighten around you. "I love you so much…yawntu" lo'ak murmurs in your ear.

Sometimes lo'ak would feel that he is not capable of being a good father. He has always felt insecure, and this would give him insomnia at night. "It's too late…are you okay" you would speak, hugging him from behind to leave multiple kisses on his soft skin. "They deserve a better father…I think" lo'ak says, watching his girls sleep. "Lo'ak you are the best father those girls could have… you love them, you care for them. You are the best father you could be" you speak, as you watch lo'ak turn to face each other. He reaches over and gives you a soft kiss. "What would I do without you" you raise a hand and caress his face. "Be the best father of all."

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blue-slxt · 2 years ago

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The 3 Musketeers

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This is my first 3 way smut I've ever written. This is also my first time writing Lo'ak. I hope it came out good. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Navi!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, soft dom reader, switch neteyam, creampie, threesome

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and the Sully boys have always been thick as thieves. Recently, your bond has evolved into something more.

You always had a close relationship with the Sully brothers. You and Neteyam were the same age so you grew up attached at the hip. Officially speaking, you were one day older. And naturally, Lo’ak followed the two of you everywhere because he thought you were both so cool. The three of you were like the “3 musketeers” as Jake would say. You didn’t really get the reference since it was an Earth thing, but you liked the sound of it. It meant that the 3 of you were inseparable and had something special. But no one knew just how special your bond had become recently.

It started off innocently enough. You were teasing the boys the way you typically would until a play fight for dominance turned into…something more. You and Neteyam had always had this strong, unspoken tension between you and, you would never admit this, but you had secretly always felt a strong attraction to him and his strong warrior persona. So it was a pleasant surprise when your play fight turned into a full blown make out session, complete with feeling each other up on the forest floor. The real surprise was when you noticed the bulge in Lo’ak’s loincloth. Him being so turned on by watching you get felt up was unexpected, but you found yourself enjoying being watched, which was even more unexpected. Before you knew it, you found yourself being shared between the two of them taking turns having their way with you.

The flashback is enough to distract you while sitting on the floor of your marui, sharpening your spears. You suddenly hear the flap of your home flip open and it’s Neteyam holding an array of food and snacks for you. “Hey, missed you at the celebration tonight. Figured I’d come bring you some snacks.” He said holding out the leaf with the food for you to take. You place it on the nearby table, “Aw, that was sweet. You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I figured I didn’t want you to miss out.” He explains rocking back and forth on his feet and his tail flicking back and forth which usually meant that he was up to something. “What’s up ‘Teyam? I know you too well. Plus, your tail betrays you.” You start to walk towards him with a sly smirk on your face. He averts his gaze from you, looking literally anywhere else. You can notice a slight blush rising to his face and the tips of his ears. ‘He’s so cute’, you think to yourself. Then, it his you. “You came because you just wanted to see me! Cuz you liiiiike me”, you tease poking him in the cheek. His blush deepens and he tries to maintain a ‘stern’ eye contact with you to tell you to quit it, but he can’t prevent his wandering eyes from trailing up and down your body.

“So what if I did?” Neteyam states, standing up a little straighter and puffing out his chest trying to assert confidence and dominance. You raise an eyebrow at him, “Well, somebody’s feeling bold today. That’s perfect...it’ll make it that much more fun to watch you beg.” You whisper the last part next to his ear and he clears his throat trying to not appear flustered.

You drag your fingertips down his arms and grab his wrist to lead him all the way into your marui. You walk him over towards your table and stand in front of him. You grab his chin to make sure he keeps his eyes on you, “You know you never need to find an excuse to see me. We can play together whenever you want, ‘Teyam”. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by softly kissing his lips, still holding his chin. He relaxes into the kiss and you feel his calloused fingertips tracing your waist, wanting to pull you in closer. His touch sets your skin ablaze and your vision becomes hazed with hormones. You break the kiss and Neteyam’s eyes follow your lips desiring more connection.

You hop upon the table behind you and decide to have some real fun with him. “Kneel.” One simple command and he eagerly obliged. “Good boy”. You extended your long and slender leg towards him. He holds your leg, looking up at you the whole time. “You know what I like, so get to it if you want your reward”, you tell him in a stern tone. Without any further instruction, Neteyam begins placing feather-light kisses up the length of your leg. Each peck sent shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy. The throbbing was intense, as if you had a second heartbeat in your body and you had just hiked the entire height of the Hallelujah mountains. When he reaches your inner thigh, he begins to place little kitten licks here and there making you bite your lip.

He comes face to face with your loincloth and his pupils dilate wanting to devour you whole. He moves his fingers to slide your loincloth to the side and you swat his hand away. “Naughty boy, you know the rules. You have to ask me nicely”, tease dripping through your words. He smirks up at you liking the way you always wanted to be in charge. He continues peppering kisses up and down the length of your leg, pleading between each kiss. “Please *kiss*, please yawne *kiss*, I want *kiss* to taste you *kiss*”. You loved the view of watching the mighty warrior Neteyam on his knees in front of you begging to bury his face between your thighs. The sight alone was enough to make you feel euphoric. Definitely something you would be storing in your mental vault for late nights when you were alone and in need of release.

His eyes find yours again and you nod giving him permission. His ears perk up momentarily giving away his excitement. You can feel yourself practically dripping out of the fabric of your loincloth by the time you let him touch you. He slides the fabric to the side and exposes your glistening lips and dripping hole. His pupils fully blow wide open at the sight and he swallows back spit trying to keep from drooling down his chin. The sensation of his tongue finally making contact with your swollen clit makes you jolt with pleasure. He continues to lick and kiss and suck all of your juices as if it’s his last meal. Your head falls back in ecstasy, “mmh…fuck ‘Teyam” you moan. “You’re such a greedy boy…mm!” you tangle your fingers in his braids gripping them as it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality at the moment.

Suddenly, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps approaching. Your first instinct was going to be to pry yourself from Neteyam’s mouth and frame yourself as casually as possible, until you see Lo’ak appear in your entryway. Your eyes meet and he freezes. “Hey Lo’ak”, you manage to breath out between moans. Neteyam is unphased by his brother’s sudden interruption and continues feasting on you. Lo’ak temporarily snaps out of it long enough to close the flap of your marui behind him as he steps in.

You use one finger to gesture ‘come here’ to him. You can notice him already stiffening in his loincloth. He walks around to your side and you hook your finger under his necklace to pull his face to yours. You crash your lips onto his and he hungrily kisses you back. You grab his hand to guide it to one of your breasts. His hands were so big, he could essentially cover your entire breast with it. His fingers roughly grope your skin and he rolls your nipple between 2 of his fingers. Between all the stimulation on your body, you could feel a knot tensing in your core, threatening to snap at any second. You moan against Lo’ak’s kiss and pull away, “Fuck ‘Teyam….mmh I-I’m gonna….” You struggle to get your words out. Lo’ak pulled your face back to his in another kiss.

Neteyam continued his assault on your most sensitive bit and sucked on your clit completely driving you over the edge. The knot deep within you snaps and you close your legs around Neteyam’s head still gripping his hair in your hand. Lo’ak pulls away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure and then bliss out after riding out your high. You can notice out of the corner of your vision that he’s stroking himself through his cloth with his free hand. You want to swat his hand away and make him ask you permission, but he swats your hand away instead and trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at the spot just below your earlobe. Lo’ak always was a lot more difficult to tame than Neteyam, but you liked that quality in him. Neteyam finally releases your clit and your legs fall limp on the table. You use your grip on his hair to pull his head back to see his chin shining in the light. It drips down his neck and you feel the fire inside of you reignite at the sight of him covered in your juices.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty boy, Neteyam.”

You finally find the strength to stand and walk around to the other side of the table. Both of the brothers’ eyes are watching you intently waiting to see what you’re up to. You untie the top that just barely covers your chest and step out of your loincloth leaving yourself completely exposed. You lie down on your stomach across the table and hold your head up in your hands looking between them. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. Off with them.”, You order. Neteyam and Lo’ak look at each other and quickly give a nod of agreement before removing their own cloths. They were both indescribably hard and oozing precum out of their tips. Neteyam had a good inch or two on his brother, but Lo’ak was definitely thicker. Your eyes go wide with excitement and your tail is swaying like crazy behind you. You can’t decide who you want to be inside of you first.

You tell both of them “come here” and they approach your face. You grab Neteyam in your hand and let a long trail of spit flow from your mouth to his tip and use it as lubrication to start stroking him. The feeling sets a fire in his chest and his ears fall flat against his head. Meanwhile, you open up wide for Lo’ak to enter your mouth. His size is massive, but your determination was greater. His slides in slowly, wanting to feel your tongue across every passing inch until his was all the way in and touching your throat. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back enjoying every second of you. You bob your head up and down on his length while making sure to continue to stroke Neteyam at the same pace. Grunts and moans fill the silence in your marui and you thank Eywa that everyone is at the celebration tonight, because otherwise they would definitely hear you.

You pop off Lo’ak and leave a long string of saliva connecting your lips and his tip. You can see the longing in his face from the loss of friction he so desperately craved. You gesture for him to go behind you and his ears perked up immediately. Eyes full of lust and hunger. He practically runs around to the back of you and now you take Neteyam into your mouth. He always tasted so sweet and it drove you mad. Lo’ak takes a second to admire your still dripping pussy, “shiiit…”, and he knows he can’t contain himself anymore. He lines the head up with your opening and slams into you in one swift motion making you jump and yelp at the sudden intrusion. He’s always so eager. He can’t even wait for you to adjust to him inside of you, he needs this friction now.

He starts pumping into you at a fast, but steady pace. The tinge of pain you felt in the beginning is completely gone and replaced with a greedy desire for him to fill you up. The lust filled haze causes you to suck on Neteyam even harder. At this point, now he’s bucking his hips forward into your face. Each thrust from Lo’ak pushes you further down onto Neteyam and vice versa. Neteyam’s length in your throat leaves you no space to breathe and you gag at the constant poking, but he doesn’t let up. You look up at him eyes full of tears and drool falling from your lips. You look a sloppy mess, but he loves it. He absolutely relishes in the sight of you being a mess on his dick.

“Oh, you’re such a pretty girl, yawne”, he moaned imitating your comment to him just moments ago. “You look so pretty swallowing my dick”.

Lo’ak chimes in from behind, “fuck, I know I’ll never get tired of this pussy. Mmh! It’s gripping me just right..”. It’s all you can do just to manage a weak ‘mhm’ from around Neteyam’s shaft. The vibration makes him twitch in your throat. His eyes squeeze shut and he grabs your head for even more leverage to push inside you. At the same time, Lo’ak is digging his fingers into your hips to push as deep as physically possible into you from behind. You can feel your whole body on fire from the overstimulation. Lo’ak is the first to speak up, “Shit, I’m gonna..” and Neteyam says “Me too, bro”. You can feel your own high approaching and it makes you feel like your body is coming undone.

You don’t know what possessed you in the moment, but you lock your ankles together around Lo’ak and intertwine your fingers around Neteyam so that neither boy can pull out of you. You want every single drop that they have in them. You feel Neteyam release first. He ruts himself all the way into your mouth until your nose is touching his pelvis. His thick seed shoots straight down your throat and you happily swallow all of it. Then, you feel Lo’ak with two hard, sloppy thrusts pump everything inside of you that he has. The heat is enough to drive you to your own finish. Your body convulses between the two of them and their hips stutter in their pumps riding out their own highs.

Once you all come down, both brothers pull out of you. You can feel Lo’ak’s seed dripping out of your hole and down your leg. You fall limp across the table with your chest heaving up and down trying to catch a decent breath. The boys walk around to the front of you and stroke your face lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you slowly regain your senses. And just when you think you have regained some strength in your body Lo’ak turns to Neteyam and simply asks, “so….switch?” and a mischievous grin slides across both of their faces before turning back to you. You already know this is going to be a loooong night. But there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 6 months ago

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🎶Hello. It’s me.🎶

Yeah, hi. It’s 💛. Loved the second part to Number 16 Cotton Candy! It was really cute (Torchbearer gives off “I’m not paid enough for all this” vibes imo).

As you probably have guessed, either to your chagrin or joy, I come baring another request. As we all know, Josh shirtless has become a treasured sight within this fandom (and also a bit of a meme but I digress). I was wondering if you could write a one shot about the reader feeling slightly jealous over the fact that every night of tour, he has fans of all genders screaming over him being shirtless. It can be angsty or fluffy, whatever era you want.

As always, you don’t have to do this is you don’t like it. Feel free at anytime to be like, “Nah man. That idea isn’t for me.”🖤

P.S. Idk if you’re chronically online like I am, but this idea was 100% inspired by the video going around TØP twitter of Josh almost taking his shirt off out of habit during one of their recent shows.

Irrational - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, arguments between characters, angst with a little bit of fluff at the end.

Word Count: 1581 (not me literally thinking this was going to be hard to write and turn into a long story...)

Summary: On the Bandito Tour, Reader feel jealous about fans obsessing over Josh's body.

A/N: Yes, number 16 cotton candy’s Torchbearer is literally so blunt for little to no reason and it's low key cute. Tbh would be fun to write more in that universe at some point. The vibe there is like ‘I have more important things to do than worry about your feelings’. He’s the type of person that walks so fast you have to run to catch up. Don’t get me wrong tho, he cares about the banditos and everyone involved but he’s more focused on the bigger picture. And inside he’s a massive softy, you just have to crack that hard shell. Honestly took me a while to wrap my head around this request but I got there in the end. Can't wait for the next one 💛! You're the only one requesting stuff and it's keeping me going through every day!

Every night of The Bandito Tour I’d helped Josh get ready for the show, it was our little tradition, almost like a date. Back during Emotional Roadshow, I’d done the spooky jim makeup but this tour was different. Instead of the red makeup the clique had gotten so used to, Josh began to dorn the Torchbearer outfit from the new album’s music videos, a navy green shirt with yellow duct tape strapped across the front and a yellow bandana.

“Ready?” I asked, looking up at Josh, who stood tall in front of me. He was wearing the blank green shirt he had 7 different versions of. He nodded and reached over to the table sitting in front of the leather couch in the center of the room. Not even Tyler knew how many reels of yellow duct tape we had on tour, they were everywhere. I pulled out the first piece and ripped it with my teeth, the sharp taste of the adhesive ran across my tongue. Laying it on his left shoulder, I brought it down to his hip. The second piece started from the right shoulder and ended just below his left arm.

“All done?” he tilted his head playfully.

“All done,” I smiled as he laid his hands on my waist and pulled me in close. The clique were starting to be let into the arena and we could see on the television screen everyone’s outfits, the sea of yellow stretching from one end to the other. While I loved the clique and the way they supported the boys, it was hard to show up every night and hear them scream for my person. They loved Josh. Every night after the shows Tyler would scroll through twitter looking for fan reactions. It was mainly for improvements and to get a good sense of the fandom but that didn’t stop Tyler from flaunting around his dressing room showing off every possible angle he could find of shirtless Josh. And while I wouldn’t normally consider myself the jealous type, to know tens of thousands of people every night were getting an up close look at Josh drove me insane.

“You’re on in about 30 minutes,” the stage manager’s voice ran through Josh’s in-ears.

“I heard that,” I looked up at him, not wanting to let go.

“We’ve still got time,” he sighed, bringing his arms up to wrap around me. While I enjoyed spending time with him, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that such an intimate moment between us was so quickly forgotten by the removal of his shirt on stage. I didn’t like that everyone was staring at him like he was some commodity. We were only a third of the way through the tour and I’d already noticed that he always took his shirt off after the first 5 songs.

30 minutes later Josh was sitting behind the drum kit. Jenna and I snuck under the stage to watch, hidden from the fans. The curtain dropped and he lit his torch, the only light onstage. The show started soon after that and they ran through each song as usual–confetti, steam, drum island, all of it. The shirt came off during the Lane Boy intro and stayed off the rest of the show, thrown to the ground like a worthless rag, his bare chest on full display for the entire area to gawk at. I headed backstage during Morph, something about the whole crowd screaming ‘Josh Dun’ making me not want to be there. I knew this was what came with Josh’s job, I should expect it, and I did–but that didn’t mean I liked it, it didn’t mean I was okay with it. About half an hour after I’d headed back to the dressing room, I could hear trees playing. Ten minutes after that Tyler and Josh came running into the dressing room covered in sweat and chugging bottles of water.

“That felt good,” Josh flexed his wrists and stretched each of his fingers. I scoffed under my breath but clearly he’d heard me because his head darted in my direction. “What was that for?” Jenna turned the corner and ran into Tyler’s arms starting their own conversation and allowing me a chance to slip out before Josh could say anything else. I walked through the busy halls of the venue and out to the parking lot. It was dark outside other than a few street lamps allowing me to see the bus. Normally Josh and I slept together in the back but I’d decided to set myself up in one of the top bunks. I stared up at the roof, trying to figure out if I was insane for being jealous–or even if I was jealous. But Josh being Josh, came to find me.

“Y/N?” I didn’t answer. I wanted to be left alone. Except I felt a hand grip the edge of my shirt and creep up the skin of my back, rubbing gently. “What’re you doing up there honey?” His hands felt warm against my cold skin, his palms calloused from the drumming. I wanted to roll over and start crying about how he was mine and no one else's.

“I don’t feel well.” That wasn’t 100% a lie. I didn’t feel well… emotionally.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was full of worry, maybe I’d underestimated his concern.

“Nothing’s wr–”

“Bullshit,” he removed his hand from my back and climbed up the bunk’s ladder. “Move over,” he muttered, squeezing in next to me despite the fact there was no room. His sweaty, shirtless body sprawled on top of me, practically suffocating me. “Talk.”

“It’s nothing Josh, it’s–it’s dumb,” I shook my head. “Would you get off of me?” I tried to move out from under him but it was hopeless.

“I’m not getting off of you until you tell me why you’re mad at me.”

“Why do you think I’m mad at you?” I asked, searching his eyes.

“I know you. You’re mad at me.” It was at that moment the bus rocked. Tyler came running into bunks and pulled at Josh’s leg like a little kid who wanted his mother to buy him ice cream.

“The girl in the pit that caught your stick got a hilarious photo of you and now everyone’s making memes,” he laughed breathlessly. “And everyone thought the torch was cool too, we’re definitely making that a permanent thing. Oh! Oh! Most importantly… Shirtless Josh is trending.” That did it. The last thing I wanted to hear was that my boyfriend’s shirtless body was trending on some stupid social media platform.

“God do you ever shut up Tyler?!” I shouted. There was no going back now. Tyler’s face dropped immediately. I could tell he had no idea what to say–and Tyler always knew what to say.

“I–uh… huh?”

“Get out!” I fumed. Josh jumped down off the bunk, clearly sensing something was terribly wrong. Tyler quietly escaped the bus and Josh followed him out. I was alone again. I could hear them yelling at each other just outside the door.

“What was that for?” Tyler. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he’d done the same thing he did after every show. There was no way of him knowing he’d upset me.

“I–I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” Josh spoke. I switched bunks so I could see outside the window and watch the boys, although the condensation on the glass wasn't helping.

“Well, I definitely didn’t do anything wrong. Jenna said she was acting weird all show and went backstage earlier than normal,” Tyler looked out into the empty parking lot.

“I don’t know what to do,” Josh removed his cap and slicked back his hair before putting it back on.

“Fix it.” Tyler knew what he was doing, he was good for Josh, made him think.

“I think she’s mad at me but I can’t think of anything I did wrong. She was fine till after the show and then she ran off to the bus and lost her shit when you mentioned the trending–shit.” Bingo.

“What?”

“I gotta go talk to her,” he turned towards the bus and I darted back to the other bunk. I heard the door close and the bunk move as he climbed up.

“I know what’s wrong,” Josh reached for my hand and held it tightly in his. “Of course you’d be upset about that of all things,” he chuckled.

“It’s not funny Josh,” I grumbled, scrunching up my face.

“Kinda is considering you should know by now that I’m yours. Just because I’m famous and fans like to look at me doesn’t mean anything is different for us.” I knew he was right, but I didn’t want him to be, it just proved me irrational.

“I’m sorry… I felt jealous and I just cracked when Ty came in and started joking about it trending and–”

“Don’t apologize to me. We’re okay–me and you,” he nodded between us. I cupped his face, he knew me so well. Closing my eyes, I leaned in for a kiss, our lips brushing just slightly. “Wait.” I could hear my heart cracking, he’d stopped me.

“What?” I sighed. I’d royally fucked up this time.

“One, I need to shower before we do anything because I stink, two, we need to go to bed soon, and three, you need to apologize to Tyler,” he explained.

“I hate that you’re right,” I sighed.

“Mhm, yep,” he hummed, “always am.”

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

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happyk44 · 8 months ago

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Ya know what I find really weird in PJO but I can't find an alternate explanation for/scene for and so it must stay in my brain as a "I can't find the solution for this and it's making be rage" thought?

The whole "Greek and Roman Deities Fighting Each Other" for the same brain/body. Like, I somewhat get it from the author's standpoint but as someone who knows both of their myths, I'm like??? They literally both have their own gods without "counterparts" like Bellona, which Rick acknowledges within the series and each deity literally has different values within somewhat same domains. Like, Juno? Entirely different epithets from Hera, although they share the same "place" within their pantheons. And, yes, there are some overlaps which come from the fact that Rome came after Greece and has a lot of influence from the Greeks, just like our books and literature has a lot of overlap with ancient cultures and, very specifically, America with European roots. That's just how humans work! Look at literally any fictional book with its own "world" and see all the things it took inspiration from! Even Tolkien! Especially Tolkien! And now look at the things we took from Tolkien.

It's just. I don't know what to do about this and I'm mad about it. Do I like, make the whole scene change when the gods change. Do I replace their entire beings with the other culture's. Do I make them coexist and just pop up everywhere? Answers, brain, answers.

[Coming from an author who's especially enraged bc he's trying to write a Mortal!Big Three AU after the series with a lot of roman influence but a majority of the series is based on Greek Influence--even Camp Jupiter, who has child soldiers??? Dude, they should be adults-. "Oh what about Jason and Reyna?" Make a funny little plot thing where literal adults are tasked by one of their Patron Goddess to take care of a Small Child which they literally did not ask for and raise him/it to be a functioning soldier. Make it so when we're introduced to The Camp via Percy, the soldiers groan because they're literally being run over by children, wtf man. Anyway, if someone writes this into something or finds a fic with an idea similar to this, send it to me <3--and so now he has to do a lot of research based in roman culture with very little Referenced Points.

{The author's starting to but it's gonna take a while and they wanna write this fic now-}]

Fair warning it's like 4:30ish in the morning as I write this and I haven't slept yet so this might be all over the place but, yeah, Risk doesn't do enough to differentiate between the two sides within canon. So I think a lot of people come out of the series assuming that there's little to no difference between Greek and Roman gods and culture, aside from the change of their names. And since there's no perceived difference, they don't really do their own research.

Plus adding in details that aren't accurate to ancient culture/ideology (re: Neptune being hated because Romans weren't seafaring. Like. They were. They had a navy. And they didn't hate Nepetune) and then not elaborating any further on those details (we never see Neptune so we don't get to be exposed to how terrifying or different from Poseidon he is, we have no active child of Neptune to give us a reason why the modern day campers would be fearful other than a story about an earthquake, which I still find ridiculous because really? None of your siblings have ever made a devastating fuckup?)

It definitely could've been more well thought out. I mean I wrote a book featuring different gods, and a key player is Kali. In some text, Kali is an aspect of the goddess Durga. Durga has other aspects as well, such as Parvati. It's sort of similar to how the gods are presented in PJO/HoO. However, I wanted to clarify that Kali is a separate entity, so over the course of the last few centuries and as a result of colonization, she and the other aspects separated out from the principal goddess to be their own. She was the last to sever out. While she is worshipped as an aspect of Durga, she's still a goddess in her own right! But the aspect wording caught my attention and I wanted it to be obvious

With PJO/HoO canon, it could be the opposite. They started as separate entities but public perception caused them to merge. We know through TKC that public perception affects the gods - gods that have been forgotten become senile. Why can't public perception affect them in other ways? In my book, less known mythologies and gods become weaker and weaker, especially as colonization has erased knowledge and artifacts, which is why I had them centralize their power into a collective that equalizes belief among the whole of them (with a little boost for the well-known and worshipped), because hey, if it can happen to them, it can happen to you.

Anyway, a fun way to go about this is maybe making a joke that Hermes and Anubis can't interact because otherwise they start to combine and separating them takes time and energy and other people's help because of Hermanubis. The Greek and Roman gods want to be separate but because public perception tends to conflate them way more than they're already conflated, they're stuck battling it out. Greek gods tend to win more because, again, public perception tends to prioritize Greek mythology (at least I think so anyway) which is one of the reason legacies are so commonplace in Camp Jupiter in a way they aren't at CHB.

By this you can have "designer" legacies - kids with more than one godly ancestor (like Frank) in order to continue on the powers or strengths of multiple gods rather than just the one. With the way New Rome is structured, I can't imagine why demigods wouldn't hook up with one another. With CHB, you can leave so relationships between demigods may fizzle out after the summer or when demigods choose to stop coming back to camp for whatever reason. They also don't have to send their kids to camp, and can train their kids on their own, so less interaction with legacies is had with CHB, and thus godly influence slowly dies out as the legacies don't hook up with one another or other demigods. There's also the ever present risk of monsters, so Greek legacies may survive less.

With CJ, everyone tends to migrate into New Rome when their service is done. Between school, work, and homing options, there's less reason to leave, less likelihood of relationships fizzling out, higher likelihood of multiple godly ancestors among legacies.

One of the things that I've complained about with the Greek vs Roman battling it out thing before and what I wanna reiterate again is that Frank should not have been the one to deal with both aspects of his dad arguing in his head. It should've been Jason!! The one who actually was unsure of his standing as a Roman or Greek demigod.

But there's no differentiation. Even the arguing in Frank's head is just "kill everyone!" and "war is great!" There's no line between Mars as war god and Ares as a war god, despite the reality that there was - Mars being more disciplined and Ares being more bloodlust.

And attempts at describing a difference are either unclear or delivered through secondhand information, like when Thalia claims that Jupiter seemed different to her when he came in that aspect of himself but in text, the actual exposure we get of him feels no different to what we've experienced of Zeus in PJO. Neptune vs Poseidon.

Why does Athena have kids but Minerva doesn't when both are virgin goddesses born from their father's head? Why does Minerva's status as a virgin goddess bear more significance than Athena's to the point she doesn't simply replicate the actions of her other self to have her own kids?

The only line of clarity I can really see is Pluto vs Hades, and even then, the characterization between the two of them is essentially the same, the only weight is in the importance of their godly priorities shown both through their kids (Hazel vs Nico) and described in text (wealth vs dead). But we get little to no other exposure or line of thought from other characters with the same godly parent, just different aspects. How does Frank differ from Clarisse, or Jason from Thalia? How does the chosen aspect of their godly parent affect their personality, their powers, the way they interact with the world or how others see them?

I do like that idea of random adults at camp being given a kid by various gods who are just "take care of this thing for me, thanks" and bouncing off. That's funny. But also lol, Jason being CJ's only child soldier. He's Jupiter's child, and a champion of Juno so he's special and must be treated as such, even if that's by being attacked by wolves nonstop as a toddler and then raised in barracks from ages 3 to 15. And when people go "what about Reyna" or "what about Frank", like, idk how commonplace it is in most places but I know the US has those like junior army clubs or whatever it's called, so why couldn't they just be part of CJ's equivalent to that and then run off to do their own thing with the others because they're teens with ADHD and impulsivity is a thing, especially when you care about your friends.

But, like, also the soldier aspect isn't really key. "What about Reyna?" She was gonna end up at Camp Jupiter either way. "What about Frank?" He needed to be trained because it'd been 16 years and the fact that he hadn't experienced any monsters up to 'til then can be written away as his mom and grandmother defeated them before he could be hurt, and then his mom died and his grandmother realized she won't always be here to defend him so fuck it, let's tell him the truth about his father and send him off to learn how to defend himself.

And again! It's as you said - epithets differ even between similar gods. Their priorities differ - both in ancient culture and with the god themselves. Principal gods differ. Mars was held to higher esteem than Ares - Frank's status as his son should've been exemplified. Mars was second to Jupiter in importance - Jason could've subconsciously adopted Frank as his second in command, which would've been neat because we know Frank struggles with anxiety and confidence and we know he wasn't all that thrilled with being Mars's son at the start, and him getting a bump up in status/importance could've been an interesting arc to navigate, as well as further cement the key moment in HoH when he takes over for Jason as praetor and leads the ghostly army.

#happy's asks #happy talks pjo #sleepdeprivationbutitsvaruna #it's 6am now and im sorry if this doesn't make complete sense #my cat is yelling at me that it's bed time so i am. gonna go try to do that

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dreampurpledreams · 2 years ago

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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙂𝙮𝙢 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

Synopsis: Self-explanatory.

Warnings: Bakugou is completely and utterly smitten with you, as he should be🥴. Light cursing. one mention of the N-word. I'm black do not worry

A/N: Send in requests please. I literally have nothing else to do.

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MHA M.List Main M.List Navi

- Doesn't notice you at first

- probably heard about you from Kirishima

-"Bro, did you see the new girl in the gym?"

-"Idc about some girl, moron."

-"But she's so hot tho, and-"

-"So what?? I'm not gonna let some pretty face distract me, I'm only here to do one thing, and that doesn't include girls"

-Kirishima gives up on talking about you

-Everyone else talks about you too, though

-annoys him, now he doesn't want to meet you just to prove he's better than everyone else

- goes to the gym one morning and sees everyone huddled up

-they're all in his way

- "Move out of my way before I light all your asses up, the gym isn't a place to socialize bastards"

- everyone disperses to reveal you: repping out 45s on back squat

- and he really can't help if his eyes gravitate to that fat-

- "thank you for that" you had racked the bar and you were looking at him through the mirror

- realizes he was caught staring, and is low-key embarrassed

-so you know how this boi handles that

- He walks right past you without acknowledging you, as if you don't exist

- after that he starts to notice you everywhere.

- he's getting dumbbells, you are too

- He's getting on the treadmills, the only open spot is one next to you

-starts getting distracted, and it pisses him off, so he starts coming late at night instead of early in the morning

- lord you have ruined this whole Bois schedule

- low and behold, he comes to the gym, 11 o'clock, and sees only one other person. What are the odds it's you

- decides to just ignore you and proceeds with his workout

Bakugou was gradually getting pissed off. How dare you interrupt his workout. Coming to the gym at the same time as him, looking all good and-.

"Get it together Bakugou."

He turned up his music, turned up the speed on the treadmill. Trying to distract himself. He looked over at you, you were racking up your weights, just finishing your squat. Something was kind of…attractive…, about seeing you obliterate those weights the way you did. How you pushed yourself, even on the days it was obvious you didn't want to work. The shape of your butt when you went down. He wanted to be behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding your body as you bent your knees, and allowed the weight to crush you, Catching it with your legs. You could probably crush him with those...thighs.

No,

"Focus Bakugou, she's not even that cute".

Oh but you were. With that body, cut and toned , as if you lived in the gym. How could your waist be snatched like that while your as-. And your hair, so intricately designed. It looked as if it took hours. He knew it did. He would never admit it but, he looked it up when he got home one night. Intrigued. Not wanting to actually acknowledge the fact he was thinking about you. Not just in the gym but everywhere.

Like how when he saw Mina, it reminded him of a picture you posted on your Instagram(that he didn't follow,but constantly looked at) . Your hair was all out, fluffed and it looked so soft he wanted to reach through the screen and touch it. You had captioned it, "Wash day✨🙈". Or the time he was shopping, and saw that brown shirt that perfectly matched the shade of your skin. He only bought it because he liked it, the decision had nothing to do with you.

Turning up the speed for the third time, Bakugou ran. Hard. Maybe he could outrun these thoughts he kept having. This longing to reach out. Get to know you. He didn't need any distractions. But damn, did you make him want to break all his rules. Maybe just this one time..

"Hi, ___________________ bench?" Bakugou was so enraptured in his thoughts, he didn't see you walk up to him. Didn't feel you tap him. And he definitely didn't hear what you just said.

"Huh?", he responded, removing his earbud from his ear.

"Sorry, I'm [Name], and I was wondering if when you're finished with that, would you spot me on bench?"

Your voice was just as angelic as you looked. And It made his heart flutter, or could that have been your lips. Full and brown, with a pink shade towards the center. And it could have easily been the way you looked up at him, with those eyes. Looking into his, unafraid and filled with question.

But what effected him the most, was the anger in your eyes when he responded with a curt,

"No"

,and continued running, as if you weren't there. The drop in his stomach. And what scared him , was the way he wanted to apologize, say sorry, take it all back, just to see you smile at him again. And not the smile you were giving him right now, that was so obviously fake as you said

"Okay that's fine :)"

,and walked off.

"Idiot", Bakugou muttered to himself. Oh well, he really didn't need any distractions. He put his headphones back on and attempted to run for a couple more minutes. Still thinking about you, and the interaction from earlier, Bakugou just decided to call it quits, and Try again tomorrow.

As Bakugou gathered his things, he heard small, breathy noises. Almost as if… someone was.. crying. Bakugou whipped around and there you were, lying on your back, trying to stop the weight of the bar from crushing your chest. Bakugou ran over to you and quickly helped you rack the bar. Jesus, was it heavy. "Thanks, that bar almost took me out", you joked. You thought this was funny? What kinda psychotic-. As you sat up, trying to catch your breath, Bakugou let you have it.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT. YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH??. YOU DUMBASS. YOU CANT LIFT THAT !!YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ALMOST DYING, MORONS LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE GYM."

"Excuse me".

Bakugou watched as your demeanor shifted from relaxed to furious all in a matter of seconds. You stood up. Looked him in his eye. And got right up in his face.

"First of all, I asked you for help, and you said no. What you thought I wasn't going to work out just because you wanted to be an asshole?. Naw Nigga I don't need you. And second of all, I don't know who you think you are, but you must have lost your ever-lovin' mind if you think you're gonna talk to me just any kinda way. Boy you are outchyo tree. So you better fix it before I fix it for you."

Bakugou just stared.

"Jeez, got me in here acting a fool." Bakugou stood there for a minute. Trying to process the fact that you had just talked to him the way you did. He was shocked. And kind of turned on. Bakugou Laughed.

"I don't see what's funny."

He watched as you pouted, clearly not angry anymore. He found it cute how quickly you could change moods. And it only intensified his desire to get to know you. Before he could lose his nerve, Bakugou snatched your phone.(a/n: lemme tell you, 'ass. whoopin.)

"Boy, gimme my stuff back"

"Hold on, I'm doin' somethin'."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay don't nothin take that long, gimme my stuff back now."

"Calm down woman, here".

Bakugou watched your face, looking for signs of rejection or disgust, as you looked at "Bakugou 😏" typed into your phone along with his number. "I didn't ask you for this" you said, but the smirk on your face revealed to him your joking nature. "You didn't have to, you obviously need a workout partner, and since you've been following me around like a fan girl, I decided to do you a favor. If you're going to insist on being a stalker you might as well do it with my permission", Bakugou said, smirking back at you. "Boy ain't nobody following you, I came here tonight because you always have your eyes on me, tracking my every move." Bakugou flushed red.

"What you thought I didn't notice??Boy you ain't it as slick as you think you are" you told him, and there was the sexy ass smirk again.

"Whatever, text me or don't, your choice" the blonde hair boy said, walking away.

Walking back to the dorms Bakugou was a little disheartened, as to how you didn't say anything back to him on the way out. "Well" he thought to himself "I don't need any distractions anyway". But he sure forgot that when he heard the ping is his pocket, and opened up his phone to see a message from an unknown number.

(___)___ ____

12:47am

Working out this late ain't it, maybe day after tomorrow we can go early, like usual

You

12:47am

6:00am

Don't be late

Gym Hottie🙄

12:48am

Okay, I'll be there

MHA M.List Main M.List Navi Requests are Open!!!

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whoucallingalesbian · 7 months ago

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SCENARIO AHEAD ⬇️

ok yall remember the wattpad ellie x reader story i was talkin ab the other day, so this is the vibe i was imagining while reading it

idk how to explain it but something about those small american towns near the woods is soooooo 🤌🏻

like i NEED to live there and meet the love of my life its literally a dream (and if that person is ellie williams bonus points)

idk how to explain it but this is so 2016 tumblr converse green jackets car trip wattpad typa vibe

do yall get me😩

no but imagine this scenario

you are in a small town somewhere in oregon, going back from a class to your dorm room, as soon as you arrive you lay on the bed and start listening to your playlist. after a while you decide to take a nap and all of a sudden you hear the door creaking and it wakes you up so you look up and see ellie standing at the door looking at you in the eyes. noticing that she woke you up, she apologises, puts her backpack on the floor and decides to lay on the bed. you two start talking to each other about how you spent the day and some other random stuff and she decides to ask you to come home w her for a break. couple of days pass by and you two are on your way to ellie’s house, ellie is driving and you are the passenger princess, the road is wet from the rain from the last night and you are surrounded by the pine trees, the air is crisp and its cold outside. you are wearing grey off shoulder sweater with something written on it, navy blue shorts and ugg slippers w a ponytail. ellie is wearing black tshirt w skinny jeans and converse w her usual low bun hairstyle. you notice her sparing glances occasionally at your direction, which gets you flustered. after half an hour of travelling you two take a turn to the left on a muddy road and thats when you see the big wooden house, ellie stops the car and you get out, she helps you w the luggage and you two get in the house. she shows you your room where you unpack and immediately lay on the soft bed, cold, white mattress under your skin. on the left side there’s a window with the most beautiful view. you decide to stare at it for a little bit and appreciate its beauty. then you decide to go to her room, you open the door, band posters everywhere, a guitar, bed with dark mattress and some other stuff thrown around the room. you sit on her bed and tell her how beautiful her home is, after some talking she takes her guitar and starts playing a song. you stare at her for a while admiring her talent and then go back to your room to relax. two hours pass by and ellie knocks on the door and comes in, she takes a seat on your bed and starts caressing your arm with her fingers, you get chills and blush at the sudden show of affection and your eyes meet her green ones. you get up and she does the same and you lean in for a kiss, it was a passionate one. her hands exploring your body, asking you for a permission to take off your shirt..you nod and she slowly starts stripping u naked. feeling her skin on yours made you feel like theres not one thing in the world to worry about, she pushes you on the bed where you two continue..

psa this is not supposed to be a smut or anything of that sort, cuz sis is struggling w english so i can’t really be writing any wattpad typa stories, BUT this was a scenario i imagined in my head while i would look at those pictures so i had a feeling like i have to share it w you

ik that there is plenty of grammar mistakes but oh well, girl is not a writer this was just for funsies

anyways hope you liked it

xoxo tea

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mybabysittersnotavampire · 2 days ago

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favorite striped Benny shirts or graphic Ethan tees?

I'll start with my favorite Benny shirts!

number one isn't really considered a shirt but it's his green jacket/hoodie he wears in a few episodes, pretty sure the first episode of each season!

I actually tried looking for this one online EVERYWHERE!! it's a zip up hoodie from old navy but no luck :(

second favorite is the sweater from Siren's song!

I actually own this sweater IRL, it's also from old navy, and I'll be the first one to say it's pretty comfy!

and third one is this red and grey shirt!

literally ate the boots house down ok??

Now for Ethan.

First this was GIVING.

I mean the skulls 🔥🔥

Second Not really about just the shirt here but this whole layered thing ate

it was giving

Third this shirt was fire 🔥🔥

That was my two cents, hope you enjoyed 🔥🔥🏳️‍🌈

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #benny weir #my babysitters a vampire #ethan morgan #my babysitter’s a vampire #mbav stuff

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glitterslag · 4 days ago

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Questions for your train journey four days ago lol (I missed it)-

About BOJ, was I imagining this or did you sprinkle some sydrichie crumbs in there for us ?👀

Also, this is totally a no pressure/ expectations ask, just curious... do you think you'd ever write a sydrichie fic ? / have you been tempted to write for them ? I know they would be so delish in your style <3

Hope your journey was a nice one :)

hehe, you weren't imagining it!! There are sydrichie crumbs everywhere for those who have eyes to see........🌝

Nah but fr, I do p. much write everything sydcarmy from the view that Richie would jump at the chance to lick Syd's crumbs off the floor. Sometimes I think he's fully aware of it, sometimes I think he's in denial.

Tbh, while I do enjoy reading sydrichie fics, i think if i were ever to write anything it'd more like a love triangle or unrequited sydrichie from richie's pov, like having richie pining for syd while syd was pining for carmy. I find the whole richie carmy love-hate-jealousy-bitterness-resentment-brothers-lovers-rivals continuum really really interesting to think and write about (it might be my favourite dynamic on the show), and the way the syd of it all would factor into that could just be soooo juicy.

i actually made a good start on a more richie centric fic a while back, which was very AU-ish and had richie running a chippy in Scotland. It's very much shelved and never gonna be unshelved, but here's an extract if anyone cares cause I do really really like it:

“S’appenin’, big man?” Ebra pokes his navy blue beanie through the back kitchen entrance, dragging his cold trolley behind him. “Whit ye got for me today?”

“Hello, Richie.”

Cousin still won't deliver the bycatch himself, the shitebag, won’t even set foot over the threshold of this place. Sends his deckboss down here to do his dirty work now instead. Wanker.

“How’s the prawns?” he asks Ebra, inspecting the stacked trays of lifeless, milky white fish with the tip of a HB pencil. “Good catch, was it?”

Cod and haddock Ebra brings him — big ones today at that. FAS, but who cares about that, this isnae The Ivy.

“Not bad, not bad.”

“Fetch a good price, did they?” Ebra shrugs.

“Eh, you know. Could always be better.”

Richie grins, gives the man a clap on the shoulder.

“Wahey, that’s the attitude.”

“Busy day coming?” Richie nods.

“With any luck, aye.”

It’s Wednesday, so there’s not much chance of that if he’s being honest, but hey.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks, pal. Hey, how’s it wi’ that bawbag?”

Carmy, that means. And Richie doesn’t want to know, not really — but somehow he keeps finding himself asking after the kid anyways.

Ebra looks grave.

“Always shenanigans, Richie. Yesterday, Norwegian coast guard, they came on board–”

“Oh, shit!” Richie interjects. “The fuckin’ polis?” Ebra nods darkly.

“Fucking fish police, Richie. We barely hang on by a thread yesterday. You’re lucky you get any,” he says, slapping the top pallet, making the cods jiggle on the ice. “Carmen, he was huffing and puffing, smoking many cigarettes.”

Richie chokes on a laugh.

“Fucking fish police,” he repeats, shaking his head. “Aw fuck, whit’s he like, eh? I don't know. Rather you than me, pal.”

~~~

Richie used to go away on the boats, too, but now he works in the chippy.

He quit once he hit forty — mostly because of all the time spent away from his wee girl, but partly because after Mike went Richie just couldnae stomach it nae mair. Literally. He can’t eat fish at all now. Always makes him spew, as if his body just rejects the stuff.

Fak won’t eat fish either, that fucking numpty. Claims he’s never even tried it, not even fish fingers. Says it’s boggin’. To be fair, at the end of the night when they all come away stinking of it, Richie can’t say he entirely disagrees.

Fry Life, the chip shop’s called.

The walls are covered in a mix of Celtic and film memorabilia. Scarves and posters and t-shirts, some of them signed or limited edition. Stuff salvaged from Mikey’s old place, mostly, some of Richie’s own, some of Fak’s, all of it encased in glass in an attempt to combat the ravages of time and chip grease.

There’s a big fuck-off Jaws poster on one wall, and a framed black and white photo of Billy MacNeill holding up the European Cup on another. The creature from Creature from the Black Lagoon is coming out from the ceiling above the counter, above Richie’s head. It’s the only thing not in glass, so when he’s standing behind the till it looks like he’s about to be ripped to shreds. Then there’s the Funko Pop! shelf, over by the window. Proper nerd shit.

They’ve even got a couple of vintage arcade games. As in coin-ops, wee honey traps so they are. Thursday nights they do ‘Haddock-en’ — Street Fighter tournaments with deals on the food, and they get neckbeard-looking types busing up from the uni, GAMESOC or whatever it is, to play the machines. They act so fucking weird, but it’s bums on seats isn’t it, so Richie can’t really complain.

Yeah, Richie can just about cope with the video game crowd. What he can’t stand are the tourists — they actually get those here now. Fringe festival overspill, mostly. Seems like every year it creeps further and futher up the coast, Airbnbs springing up everywhere in the wake of it. Fucking disgusting. Pretty lucrative business, too, or so Richie’s heard. Ask Jimmy. That fucking parasite.

Yeah, the shop managed to get featured on some food Instagram account and now they sometimes get posh folk coming in on their working class safaris, taking photos and talking in their grating English voices. The caffs-not-cafés crowd. People who’re used to paying like nine quid for a pint and a packet of scampi fries.

Yeah, tourists are the worst, especially the ones fae Edinburgh. Dunediners, that’s their proper name — Richie’s maw always insisted on calling them that. Carmy went down there for uni and now he’s the worst too.

Came back prissy and up his own arse — worse than before — and bisexual. And hey, Richie got off with a drag queen once in CC Blooms, so you know, it’s whatever. He’s all for it. It’s just, of course Carmy would be bisexual. Art school prat. Summers were the worst — Carmy’d come out on the boats, spew his guts up for the first week straight every time, guaranteed. Never was built for it.

Nah, Edinburgh’s nice, though. Him and Mikey lived down there for a while when they were both young, worked in bars and whitnot. It was before the fishing, before duty pulled them back. Shit, they used to have fun. Hive till five, or end up in a casino or a random gaff or some seedy spot in The Pubic Triangle.

Once, they’d been so fucked they’d both ended up shagging a bird each in the same hotel room, Mikey and some girl on the bathroom counter and Richie and some ginger bird on one of the twin beds, and then afterwards they’d all jumped in the shower together and smoked a joint in the steam, laughing hysterically.

It wasn't always like that, though. One night, they’d climbed up Arthur’s Seat in the dark and sat waiting for sunrise, passing a bottle of whisky back and forth and talking about their future, what they’d be.

“Hello? Hello?”

Richie’s head snaps up. There’s an old guy in a blue Berghaus puffer standing at the counter, looking impatient.

“Sorry pal, I was miles away.”

Richie sniffs, gets to plugging in the man’s sausage supper on the till.

“You said large, yeah?”

“Aye, please.”

“Nine-twenty, pal.”

The guy sucks his teeth, fishing in his pocket.

“Christ, that’s gone up.”

“S’all gone up,” Richie says, tapping at the sign behind him when the guy tries sticking a blue RBS debit through the glass. CASH ONELY. Fucking Fak spelt it wrong and Richie still can’t be fucked to change it. “Fuckin’ Brexit, eh?”

“S’at right?” the guy says, jangling for change in his wallet. “Thought it was s’posed to be good for the fishing? Nae mair foreign boats in our waters, and all that.”

Richie shrugs.

“You tell me, pal.”

He slams the till and turns away to chuck a large chips in the fryer.

“I’ve never had a problem with you Polish,” the guy says then, hanging over the counter to call after him across the spit of the oil and the hum of the fridge. “Hard workers.”

Ah, Christ, here we go. Richie forces a smile over one shoulder.

“Ha, aye yeah, we are.”

“I never voted for it, like,” he adds quickly.

Hot oil licks at Richie’s forearms, just an annoyance by now. He sneaks another glance behind him. The guy’s jacket is ugly. It’s that petrolly-navy colour every da wears, the padding synthetic with its quilt lines unfashionably thin.

“D’you hear about that one they found down on the beach?” he’s saying now.

“What’s that, pal?” Richie says, wearily.

“Some young lassie, apparently. Come off a lifeboat they reckon it was.”

“Havnae heard anyhin’ aboot that.”

Richie’s keen to shut this conversation down, but apparently yer man’s not quite finished waxing poetic about immigration, because he says, “I’ll tell you who it is always causin’ trouble.”

Fuck me.

Just in time, he shovels the chips into a fresh polystyrene tray and tongs two battered sausage out the warmer.

“It’s never your lot. It’s them damn p-”

“Salt and vinegar, pal?” Richie interrupts, loudly, shooting the guy a stern look. The guy nods, sheepish.

“Aye, yeah, go on.”

Richie wraps his food in silence, thrusts it at him without so much as a thanks. He takes it with a curt nod, pops a guilty 50p in their tip jar before he scarpers.

Richie blows a big raspberry up at the browning drop tile, eyeing the grease-spotted flaga Polski that’s currently tacked there to hide a missing bit. Fortunately and unfortunately, it’s been quite the twat barometer.

He scoffs, fishing the 50p back out. As if he’s taking a penny of that degenerate’s money. Blood money.

“Neil Geoff,” he yells through the back, where dickhead in question is cleaning the rumbler. “You want half a quid?”

“Eh?”

Fak pokes his fat head through the strip curtain.

“Here,” he says, handing him the silver coin with no explanation, and Fak’s face lights up like the fucking castle at Christmas. Richie ruffles Fak’s hair under his greasy cap. “Don’t spend it all at once, ye dafty.”

#ask #the bear #richie jerimovich #not fic #sydrichie #scottish the bear my beloved #ty for the ask 🥰

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