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hiii :D could you please do jackass guys x fem goth reader headcannons (if you haven't already)

like if they'd think its cool, would they be into the music, politics and style of it, ect.

thanks sm + happy halloween 🖤

Jackass Guys X Goth!Y/N

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Y/N, Bam Margera X Fem!Y/N, Steve-O X Fem!Y/N, Chris Pontius X Fem!Y/N

Warnings: Suggestive content

An: You have NO CLUE how long I have been waiting to get this ask!!! I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it here, but I am a massive fan of goth music (though I don’t really dress the part), and as such have a decent catalogue of knowledge on this subject!! I would be overjoyed to write for Goth!Y/N if there’s anything else you would like to see :)

Johnny

Literally the definition of confused but supportive.

After he checked our a few bands you liked, he was left with more questions than answers,

“Are you alright? I mean, if you need somebody t’talk to, I’m here!”

Despite needing to be assured that yes, you were fine, Johnny has his own experience with counterculture, notably the punk scene (he was responsible for the Ramones and the X-Ray Specs getting on the soundtrack for the TV series!)

So he would more connect with you on an ideological perspective than on mere aesthetic!

You can expect a lot of couples trips to thrift stores, with Knoxville eagerly helping you look for things you could alter.

Holding up this floral, grandma skirt he found buried in a rack, your boyfriend inspected the garment,

“Y’know, I bet this’d look really sharp in black…”

If you do trad makeup, you best believe this mf is going to to Halloween stores Nov 1st to get you ARMFULLS of white foundation

The clerk at the counter recognized him and asked if he was going to use it for some stunt, to which he replied with an adoring smile,

“This is for my girl! Real sweet- she does this makeup stuff like you wouldn’t believe…”

Bam

You cannot tell me this mf wouldn’t live for dating a goth girl!

Bam would definitely be into whatever music you listened to, but more so the more metal/industrial side of the goth scene.

He already listened to stuff like the 69 Eyes and Cradle of Filth before you met,

So, given how similar your tastes were, he was kinda curious as to what else a chick like you was into.

Bam flipped over the London After Midnight CD you fished out from your personal collection, “So…these guys’re like HIM?”

It was a half lie, but whatever. After that, your boyfriend was hooked.

Since then, Bam was always jumped at the chance to dip his toes into whatever you were into like an overly excitable puppy XD

“Hey- hey, Y/N. Y’think you could try doin’ my makeup sometime?” He was wholeheartedly expecting something like corpse paint,

However, Bam had one of those 80’s movie post-makeover montage moments when the end product looked more like Brandon Lee in The Crow.

You borrow his scarves, he takes your belts, and two of you share accessories and eyeliner to the point you aren’t sure what you bought and what he’s left in your possession.

Though sometimes, Bam’s idiot friends would dog on him a little, but he never let it slide ;)

“What bat cave did she crawl out of, dude?”

Bam grinned as he replied to Rake’s dumbass remark, “Y/N is hot as shit. Maybe if you brushed your teeth once in a while, you wouldn’t have t’go lookin’ for chicks in caves.”

Steve- O

Given that a lot of what Steve does relies on shock value, he would take every opportunity to show you off and the black lipstick kisses you leave on him!

It’s a funny sight at movie premieres- him, in cargo shorts and sneakers, next to you in your patent leather heels and silky black skirts.

However, he really doesn’t know very much about the subculture, which leads to some awkward moments,

“No, Steve. I’m not a dominatrix…”

He tried to spin the question around, chuckling as he flashed a smile, “But if you were, I wouldn’t judge. Who am to turn down a lady in leather?”

“I’m not!” “Well, if that changes…”

Does not have a clue about the music either! You showed him a photo of Nik Fiend and he asked you if he was, ‘like GG Alin’,

You’re still trying to figure that one out...

But he’s still the same, sweet guy he’d be dating any other girl!

God forbid this man finds out you write poetry…Steve would spend hours gushing over your work.

Not that he really gets the deeper meaning- he’s fascinated with your word choice and how you play with language.

“Dude, this is, like- really deep shit…” His eyes went wide as he ogled some stream of consciousness dreck you accidentally left out

“Oh, thanks!” Smiling, you waved a dismissive hand, “I mean, it’s’ just a first draft…I think this line reads kinda trite, and-“

“You should totally publish this! Hey, I got this publishing guy- he can hook you up!” See? Just too sweet…

Chris

As cliche as it sounds, Chris won you over with his musical skills;

He picked up a few of your favorite songs on guitar, and the rest was history!

Pontius had a vague idea of the stuff you listened to, but his knowledge ended at Samhain and Type O Negative.

Like most guys would be, he was immediately fascinated by your look,

“Woah…” Holding up a black silk corset he found in your closet, Chris grinned, “Hey, Y/N? Can I try this on for a sec?”

And on the topic of corsets, he loves watching you get all dressed up! Makeup, hair, shoes- its a spectacle, and he’s always in awe of it :)

Also he doesn’t mind getting a chance to look at you naked

Chris goes to shows with you all the time!!

Much like Johnny, he’s also had a decent ammount of experience in the alternative scene, so he definitely knows all the cool clubs in whatever city you live in ;)

“You look all graceful when you dance- like a sexy bird…” Well, how could you not be flattered by that?

You look so cute together even if Chris is a stark contrast from most guys at the clubs you frequent XD

Well, except that one time he picked you up in eyeliner and this goofy, Jerry Only style faux hawk,

You could barely make it to his car without collapsing from laughter.

“Hey! I wanted to be supportive!” Pontius chuckled, unable to keep a straight face himself at the absurdity of this situation

[jaded-jezz]

Secret Smiles

Hi, this is my first one-shot so I obviously had to have Jack Champion kick off this account! Let me know your opinions or requests too!

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Jack Champion x F!Reader

☁︎ Fluff

summary: your relationship with Jack is still private so you communicate across events in different ways.

The Emmy Awards. I've heard that so much recently that its starting to sound like a made-up word. I still get goosebumps every time I remember I get to attend these prestigious awards with my cast, friends and-

"Y/N, as beautiful as you look right now, it is time to get up"

And- my boyfriend.

Jack and I have been together for almost 7 months and due to me living in England most of the time, we have been able to keep it a secret. Our relationship is like that Taylor Swift song “London Boy” but flipped. Because god he loves the English.

I give in to the whispering voice and slowly start to stretch to wake my body up. As I open my eyes I realize the curtains have been opened and warm yellow light is pouring down onto the mop of curls bouncing around me.

"Compliments already Champion?" I ask grinning as Jack whips around to see I'm awake now, "Maybe I should stay asleep forever if you think I look that good."

"Yeah but then all my bad jokes would never be laughed at again" he says as he walks towards me offering his arm and bowing slightly, "M'Lady, breakfast is waiting and it'll be cold if we don't hurry" he exclaims in his best British accent before grabbing my hand and pulling me through the hotel room in a fit of mischievous giggles.

He had ordered my favorite from room service and had it set in front of the window with a view of the beach in the distance. Although I woke up later than planned we were still ahead of schedule so we took our time eating and just talking to try and ignore the nerves for tonight.

A knock at the hotel door made us jump and we remembered Jack was supposed to stay in his own room. I tried to whisper that he should wait somewhere until it was safe to leave but my manager and the rest of my team walked in. I'd forgotten they had a key.

"Oh... I let myself in as I thought you over slept but I can see-" She glances at Jack trying not to break her serious face, " you are awake and have company"

Everyone glances at each other for a few moments before erupting into laughter as it's almost an unspoken tradition that me and Jack don't listen to staying separate before something so nerve wracking as The Emmys.

Sadly, Jack was kicked out swiftly so that my team could help me with my hair and makeup and eventually get into my dress. This is one of my favorite parts of the day because everyone is talking and having fun while music plays as background music for us to dance, sing or just listen to. One thing we love to do is make TikToks about the process of my makeover.

I thrive off musical.ly transitions and the fans love it every time, and it makes me so happy. My fans have always been some of my favorite people. When I first started out I followed the first fan accounts and we continue DM regularly after all this time. But even though they are lovely, Jack and I are still wary of hate and also some of the threats that his fans may throw at me. We will tell people eventually but right now its fun to mess with them and give subtle hints for the detectives among the followers.

I am finally ready. I've finished the last parts of TikToks, taken photos and grabbed my bag of essentials like plasters, gum and tissues. I shoot Jack a text and he's at my door in less than 30 seconds. Even though he has seen pictures of my outfit, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I open the hotel door.

"Hey-" My face starts to go red after realizing why he has stopped talking "Jesus Y/N, you look gorgeous, like actually breathtaking, I need an inhaler, Do you have to pay for inhalers? Where do you even buy them from?" He rambles as he becomes flustered in front of the beautiful woman he gets to call his girlfriend.

I grab his face, to stop the word vomit, and kiss him trying not to smile too much. "Thank you Jack, you look as amazing as always" I retort "Is it hot in here, somebody catch me I am going to faint, Cause of death: Jack Champion" We both laugh before our managers tell us its sadly time to separate for the ride to The Emmys.

We text non-stop throughout the journey talking about everything that has ever happened because neither of us can stay on one topic without branching off into a rant or an important piece of backstory to the first conversation. But Jack has to arrive at the theater first so that he can walk the carpet at a similar time to his cast mates, and so that I can do the same. So we text our goodbyes.

Stepping out of the car onto the carpet with fans shouting and cameras flashing is a feeling I will never get used to. The rush hits me as I remember to smile and walk properly to not look like Bambi on ice. My manager is that my side lightly guiding me towards the queue of celebrities next to the paparazzi for our official photos. I use the waiting time to scope out the brown head of hair that will calm me down.

I hear him laughing before I see him. He is doing an interview with one of his favorite cast mates and I feel my face already start to ache from smiling at him. However he doesn't spot me until I'm on the carpet.

(Jack's Interview- Jack's POV)

"So yes, we are extremely proud of this movie" I end my answer for the interviewer. They start to ask another but I am distracted by the roar of noise from behind me. Y/N.

She looks stunning. I can tell why she has such dedicated fans, I mean look at her. I finally catch her eye and we do our little signal.

It's like we have made up our own language for these events. Little head wiggles, eyebrows and nose scrunches and sometimes we risk it by lip syncing the words and we just pray that no one can see we are communicating with each other.

I laugh to myself before I'm pulled away from the trance she has put me in. My cast mate is elbowing me and I realize a few people are staring at me, expecting an answer.

" Oh I'm so sorry, I got distracted" Y/N is never going to stop talking about this, "What was the question?"

(Back to Y/N's POV)

As I walk off the end of the carpet my manager appears, telling me all about Jack's distraction and I already knew he was going to be so embarrassed about this even before I pulled out my phone to be met with the long stream of manic texts from Jack.

(Later that night, in the comment section of Jack's Interview)

jackonion: Is anyone else trying to work out what got Jack so distracted? ↳user142: no omg i was trying to do that too! ↳Y/N's.heart: It was definitely Y/N, you can see her dress at the end of the video. I might be going delusional but it's because I ship them.

"Uh Oh" Jack and I say at the same time.

Wow! So that is the end of my first piece?! Please let me know if its too long or doesn't make sense as I am now paranoid that I just wrote a random bunch of words with my eyes closed. I don't really know if this can have part two but if you think of anything let me know.

Requests are open, so send them through! Use as much detail as you want or have.

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TEMPORARY THINGS, chapter 1

March 2022

The seatbelt chime dinged, signaling your arrival at Gate 43--at least that’s the number the pilot had mumbled through his headset upon your departure for Heathrow. 

Six hours overnight, not terrible overall. But the crappy neck pillow you bought back at JFK wasn’t much of a sleep aid, and neither was the weed gummy you’d popped and swallowed in the backseat of the car that arrived to whisk you to the airport. 

A flight attendant reaches for your carryon overhead, you smile and trail behind others onto the jetway. Warmer than New York, you could already tell, but only by a little. 

It dawns on you, as you read the overhead signs and weave through crowds of passengers, that your sleepless red-eye was likely due to the nerves that had been keeping you up all week. 

Had you made a terrible mistake?

No. Probably not, right? 

Carousel 21 is already littered with familiar faces when you get there--the guy from 3F that asked for headphones a whole ten seconds before take off, the woman in 5A who downed about four gin and tonics before the flight was even halfway across the Atlantic. 

You find a spot to stand and try to breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Maybe it was the time change, or maybe it was the fact that both of your feet were now firmly planted on London soil, a whole 3 weeks after this idea had been broached over burrata and Barolo. 

Not the amount of time you usually put into giant, possibly life-changing decisions to move to a new country and start over.

Maggie promised you’d be okay. She swore up and down and back and forth that if you’d handled this type of celebrity before, you could do it again. Hell, you’d handled bigger celebrities, so this should be a cake walk!, she said. And she was someone you could trust. She knew the ins and outs of this world and she knew you well enough to know that this type of chaos was enough to jolt some happiness back into your bitter soul.

An unforeseen break up after six years together will do that to someone. 

So here you are, startled by the aggressive sound of the buzzer when the belt starts moving. 3F grabs his suitcase and makes a beeline for the door. At least you’re not the only one desperate to get out of the stuffy airport. 

And that’s when you hear her yell your name--way too loud for barely 7am in Heathrow and way too loud if either of you had any hopes of blending in. Two Americans were bad enough. Two noisy Americans? 

She trots over to you with excitement, her arms wrap around your neck before you can even mutter a greeting in response. 

“Your mom texted my mom already and I promised photographic evidence,” she pulls away and you smile, being in Maggie’s presence is immediately calming, analgesic to the unease that set in once you reached thirty thousand feet. 

You force a dramatic smile, throw up a peace sign and pose for the camera. She giggles to herself and presses send, stuffing her phone in her pocket in the exact moment that your suitcase appears from the underbelly of the airport. 

“I’ve got it,” she calls again, still too loud. She runs and tugs it off with a grunt, and you laugh again, too, thankful for the distraction of your oldest friend. 

Maggie’s mom and your mom went to college together. Then they married each of your dads and then the two of you came along (Maggie in ‘92 and you in ‘93) and the rest is history. Your early childhood was spent building forts in her basement and by middle school, your favorite pastime was tricking your little sister and her little brother into makeovers. 

She brushes her hair out of her face, stands upright, and takes one look at you. “Okay, tell me everything.”

So you climb in the back of an Uber, Maggie nods and listens intently to details that you hadn’t shared before over facetime. Like the fight you had on your birthday last year, the way he slowly started telling you less and less about work, then friends, the way you should have seen it coming.

Maggie knew your ex, obviously. They got along overall but now she let her lip curl into an expression of disgust, her usual attempt to turn a shitty situation into something to laugh about. 

“What a dumb fucking asshole, Y/N, seriously. I never liked his stupid job or that stupid name,” she turns up the theatrics, a roll of her eyes when she commits to the bit. 

You smile a little, thankful for the 8 weeks that have since passed and the thousands of miles that now stood between you and him, literally. Both of those things made it easier to ignore the stinging in your eyes when his name came up. 

“He’s dumb,” you agree, a swift nod before you take another glance out the window. The London suburbs turn more urban, flats and parks and people on the sidewalks when she reaches over to squeeze your knee with force.

“But now you’re single and in London and your best friend in the whole world got you an amazing temp gig,” she flattered herself and grinned, a text illuminated her screen before she opened it. 

“Which, by the way, I have to be on set around 9am, so I’m dropping you off and then I have to go. But you’ll swing by? I told Jason you’d come for lunch--you know, meet everyone you need to meet.”

“Sure,” you nod, the casual mention of your new boss makes your pulse quicken slightly, you swallow and ignore it. Not your first rodeo. In fact, your lengthy resume that listed all the previous rodeos was surely part of the reason you landed this slightly nepotistic arrangement in the first place.

That and the fact that Maggie was a mid-level producer on the show, had known one of the head writers from a different project, and once upon a time dated one of Jason’s close friends. 

Pair that with your life and career practically exploding when you got dumped with no notice and within only a few weeks you had a first class ticket to London. Maggie called it magic. You called it an impulsive--and possibly irrational--decision.

But whatever. You needed work and a fresh start and hanging out at your parents’ house was getting boring, anyway. 

The car pulls to a stop and the driver helps you out onto the gray sidewalk. Maggie keys in for you and says she came to see the place with a friend to scope it out, you know, since she hadn’t done enough for you recently. 

“Okay, so obviously I got you the best thing I could find in his price limit. This location is great. Same neighborhood as moi,” she flutters her lashes. “A nine minute walk, a four minute jog.”

“Same neighborhood as my boss?” You ask, the real reason your location matters.

It was common practice for assistants to live within a 10-minute radius of their boss. Late night snack? Scheduling emergency? Your job was to meet those needs. Your job was also to handle his schedule, and to--you know--assist in whatever way he asks. 

You’d climbed the latter a bit after starting out in LA in 2012. Previous clientele included one of the Real Housewives, Reese Witherspoon, and, most recently: the famous wife of a Los Angeles Laker. 

You like this job. You liked most of the people. You loved the friends you made and the places you got to travel. And since finally crossing the Executive Assistant threshold in 2019, the pay was killer, the perks were better, and no longer spent most of your time fetching coffees or doing grunt work. 

“Of course,” Maggie rolls her eyes before checking a text message. “And I told him you’re the greatest EA he’ll ever have, he lives on the street behind this one, number 82. You can practically see into his house from your bedroom window.”

You shoot Maggie a glare, glance out the window when she throws a thumb in that direction and mentions his house. “Great.”

She holds your gaze for a second, like she’s reading your mind or something. “Wasn’t the whole point of you coming to London so you’d stop being depressed?”

You mock her childishly, voice high and annoying, “wasn’t the whole point--”

“Okay,” she holds up a hand. “Insensitive on my part,” she admits. “But you know I just want you to be okay?”

She watches you for a moment, her features soften and she blinks a few times, almost like she was unsure if you were broken altogether, with your life stuffed into the suitcase between you. 

You force a smile and open your arms. “When shit hits the fan there’s no place I’d rather be than in a foreign country with you.”

She bounces over and hugs you again, “that’s what I thought!”

**

The March air is cold, the sky’s gotten gloomier with each passing hour and eventually you had to force yourself to leave the house when you tried on your third consecutive outfit. Is there a right or wrong thing to wear on the set of a TV show? You have no clue.

Maggie met you outside a giant building at 1 o’clock sharp--one on the outskirts of town with giant parking lots and film trailers. She used a keycard to swipe in and said your first stop would be the security desk to obtain your own.

Once that was handled she led you down a maze of hallways, pointing out rooms and departments and providing information you knew you’d never retain. But that was fine, because when she pushes open the door to the main sound stage, your eyes go wide.

She watches you take it in, a smile on her face. “Pretty dope, right?”

“I mean, I knew it had to be a good gig if you got you to leave LA,” you tease. 

The room is buzzing with energy. People with headsets carry out missions, walkie-talkies beep and a woman with short brown hair smiles when she sees Maggie. 

“Mag—Brett wanted to talk about a re-write for scene 4, he was over near catering with Brendan.”

“Do you know where Jason is?” Maggie asks the woman, not bothering to introduce the two of you yet. 

“Upstairs, I think--”

“In his office,” a man clarifies when he walks by—in a rush. 

You look up at Maggie, unsure what the right move is.

She looks at the woman with short brown hair and then back at you. “Brave enough to go up there alone since I’m needed for script?”

Yes, of course, fine. You nod quickly and hope Maggie can’t see the fear in your eyes. Something told you she did, but soon she bounces off with Short Brown Hair behind her. 

It takes only a few seconds for you to realize that standing by the door alone looks more awkward than if you, too, move around this giant room like you knew where you were going or what you were doing. You saw another door in the corner, took off in that direction when someone else opened it and you caught a glimpse of stairs. 

That was a start. 

You make your way up one flight and open the door, windows in the hallway look down onto the stage, a better view of the overall set: a locker room, offices, a hallway, a tiny and fictional world with no roof that was born from someone’s imagination. 

You’d watched as a proud friend, never finished the first season after a busy week and an overall disinterest in new TV shows. 

A name plate on the door to your right confirms you’re getting warmer. A few dark offices, then the sound of humming pulls you down the hall to the only room with an open door. 

His name on a piece of paper taped to the wall in bold font, you hold your breath for a second and knock, stepping into view when you hear his voice. 

“What are your thoughts on flowers? Is that, like, too weird?” he looks up, eyebrows lifted when he realizes you’re not the person he expects. 

Standing in front of him suddenly makes you nervous, mostly because you don’t have Maggie by your side to smooth over this awkward moment. You roll with it, your best at your service smile.

“Assuming you’re talking as a gift…thoughtful, somewhat overdone,” you offer an apologetic grimace, “but simple and shows you care. Who are they for?”

He smiles at your answer, leans back in his chair and nods. You were killing it, right? Assisting before a formal introduction? You’re already excited to brag about it to Maggie tonight over a glass of Merlot. 

A tingle down your spine when he laughs a little. “A welcome gift, yeah…for my new assistant.”

“Oh,” you nod, a tiny smirk in surprise when you realize you know something he doesn’t. “Then I’d do tulips.”

Now he leans forward and puts his elbows on his desk. A smirk that he tries to hide when he lets his eyes settle on yours. Is he…flirting? “What makes you say that?”

You shrug casually, “they’re my favorite flowers…and I’m Y/N.” 

“Fuck, hi, sorry—“ he stands from his chair quickly, awkward and embarrassed as he tries to hide his surprise with a smile and extended hand. “I’m Jason. You’re Y/N,” he nods, saying it more to himself than to you. 

“I am,” you smile, watching as he rounds the corner of his desk to shake on it. “Nice to meet you--the set down there is really awesome.”

He smiles, the release of his shoulders tells you he’s glad to move past whatever just happened. His eyes follow your gesture out into the hallway and onto the stage floor. A nod, a quick glance in your direction. “Thank you, yeah—can’t believe we’re already filming again.”

“Hiiii,” Maggie’s voice sounds from the door, a cheerful grin on her face when you both turn to see her. “I see I’m not needed for an introduction,” she waves her hands around and flits her fingers in your direction.

“No, yeah, Maggie--come in,” Jason moves back to sit at his desk, which, you now realize, is just a folding chair at a folding table with a laptop. A couch along the side wall, a mini fridge in the corner and papers and red pens strewn about the table. 

Got it, a makeshift office up here since he was the guy in charge. You wondered where Maggie’s main post was, and you notice that she now has a headset around her neck and a clipboard in hand. 

“Jason, I’m very glad you get to meet my oldest friend, Y/N L/N,” she comes to put her arms around your neck, sloppy kisses to your hairline to show the unbreakable bond. “She’s the reason I work in this field to begin with and I expect that the two of you will be thick as thieves in no time.”

He smiles at that a little, lets his eyes meet yours briefly when Maggie reaches up to pinch your cheek. You swat her away, skin still prickling from the way he smiles at you. 

Maggie was obviously comfortable with him, which you gather when she flops down on the couch and a voice comes through the headset. She pushes it into her ear to get a better listen.

“Few things for you,” Jason points in your direction and searches for something on the table. A three-ring binder after he shuffles through papers, tiny black font that reads Exec. Asst stares back at you when he hands it over. 

“Jessie made this…before her maternity leave,” he informs. “Briony’s here somewhere and she’ll go through it with you, but--based on everything Maggie’s said, I’m sure you’ll jump right in.”

Right, Jessie. The woman whose job you were filling for the filming of this season due to the baby that was about to pop out of her. Briony--no idea who that was--but you make a mental note to bug Maggie for details later. 

A sound buzzes from the hallway, an alarm or something of the sort. Both Maggie and Jason perk up at the sound, you recognize it as some sort of cue that the set will soon be an active filming zone. Maggie stands from her casual position and smiles, “I can bring you around downstairs and introduce you to people, since he’s about to be busy.”

“Perfect,” you nod, a quick glance at Jason to see if that kind of thing is allowed. He doesn’t seem to notice that you’re looking for permission, he smiles when your eyes meet again but then reaches for his phone. 

“Oh, wait--here,” he hands it over, an open new contact page on the screen. You type in your name and number and figure that this will be your main form of communication, instead of the emails with Jessie and Maggie and his manager. 

You hand it back when you’re done, he glances down at the screen--was he checking to make sure you really put it in? Maggie’s nose is in her walkie-talkie again, replying to some kind of garbled request.

“She will report back when I am done with her, Sir!” Maggie salutes in jest and Jason cracks a laugh, a sliver of anxiety melting once her elbow links with yours and she tugs you out of the room. 

You meet set designers and the props team and then hair and make up. You meet the Brett you’d already heard about and get an intro to Briony when she shows up with coffee around 2pm.

Maggie eventually relented to your incessant reminders: Monday was your real first day. For now you had every right to sleep and try to get your body and brain to remember they were on the same continent. Which is why, and probably the only reason why, she eventually let you dip out.

The uber ride home is longer thanks to afternoon traffic, your head is pounding and the king sized bed in your new flat is calling your name before you can even twist the knob. But your nap gets delayed by a knock on the door when you’re rummaging for a sweatshirt in your suitcase. 

You pull it open, sure that whoever is on the other side has the wrong apartment or wrong person altogether. You’re way too new for visitors. 

But it’s not a human, not at first. Instead, a vase of yellow tulips--and a delivery man who smiles from behind them in greeting, happy Friday!, before he leaves you to open the card taped to the side. 

I heard these are overdone. Oh well. Welcome to London - JS

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AN: Hi friends! I've been sitting on the start of this story for a few months and have been v excited to start sharing what I have so far! I do not have a post schedule for this, nor do I know how long it will be, nor is it finished at this time. As I've mentioned recently, I'm focusing a lot more on writing for FUN, so your patience and general kindness is appreciated as I share my writing for free with everyone! There also will not be a tag list for this story but it's table of contents will be pinned on my blog! My inbox is (usually) always open!

But also, I'm so fucking pumped to share this and be able to chat with all of my internet pals about our favorite middle aged man.

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Reawakening - Destruction

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            Felix sat on the Eurostar with Plagg as a cat, curled up on his lap. He stared out the window as he listened to the soft but excitable chatter of Amelie and Memoria behind him. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he listened to Amelie prattle on about London and the Graham de Vanily’s to Memoria. He could already imagine the sparkle in Memoria’s eyes she got when Amelie talked about anything.

            Felix sighed and rested a hand on Plagg. He was glad to be free of Paris. It was nice for a visit, but he had grown tired of it quick with the constant noisemaker that was Roarr, the over-the-top drama king that Duusu was, and how they agitated Plagg. He didn’t care for being one of the many Adrien went to for a shoulder to cry on. It wasn’t something he was used to and was extremely uncomfortable with. He didn’t enjoy staying in Gabriel’s mansion that Duusu gave a garish makeover. He still questioned why Emilie allowed Duusu that luxury after seeing the end result. Above all else, he wanted a return to peace.

            It had been a long year for Paris with dealing with Gabriel as Hawkmoth. Felix wished he and Amelie had never visited at the time. They would be blissfully unaware of what was going on and he wouldn’t have become the target of Gabriel. He shuddered at the memory of being wiped out of existence. The very thought of being unraveled into nothing made his heartbeat quick and breathing come in short, shallow bursts. He gripped his heart and tightened his hold on Plagg.

            Plagg looked up at Felix panicking. He wriggled free of Felix’s grip and climbed up onto Felix’s chest. He meowed and pressed his head up against Felix’s chin. Felix took a sharp breath and clung to Plagg, who purred loudly. Felix took several deep breaths as he composed himself. Felix reminded himself that Gabriel was gone, and he wasn’t in danger anymore. Velze undid the damage and made Felix a human, not a monster.

            Bright light filtered in the window. Felix blinked against it as the station came into view. He sighed relieved to be back in London. He was finally out of Paris. He could finally put this nightmare behind him.

            “You ok, rich boy?” Plagg asked.

            “I have a name,” Felix remarked.

            Plagg shrugged. “Names are pretty, but useless.”

            Felix smirked and raised a brow. “Are you implying that Plagg is a pretty name?”

            Plagg growled and swatted Felix with his tail. He wriggled free and hopped onto Felix’s shoulders as the train came to a complete stop.

            “Are you ready for your new life, cat?”

            Plagg snorted. “I’m ready for anything, so long as there’s cheese.”

            Felix scratched Plagg’s chin. “Only finest.”

           “Then I’m ready for anything. Let’s go.”

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I’m going to send you my bumble profile and I’m gonna see if you would swipe right or maybe do a experiment to see if I’m likeable based on my bio alone because idk if I’m doing this right 😭

Jeongin, 18 (obviously my real name)

Bio: I am a bit of a nerd… but I hope we can have a lot of fun! I just want someone to cuddle and have bubble tea dates with… ;( sc: (not sure if i’m allowed to promote here *wink*)

I also did those question thingy lol

I get way too excited about...

Piccadilly Circus. I can't stop talking about this amazing part of London.

A review by a friend:

"He's literally the most hilarious and the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. Literally.

He gave me a SHINee doll for my birthday." - Asahi (Online friend)

Favourite quality in a person...

Of course personality would be one, but I also really like their smile. Even better if I'm the one who made it happen!

Interestingly, none of my favourite artists are even K-pop- they’re literally afrobeats, r&b and uk grime. like if you saw the word “nerd” but you see songs that most people listen to 🥹

Is this an interesting profile? Should I change something a little bit? Is there another app I should try? Please give me some tips ;(

Okay, you're profile is absolutely precious and yes I would swipe right cause in my experience guys with profiles like yours are always just so sweet and lovely and I have the best time with them massive green flag. Change nothing. I think casting a wider net and trying other dating sites would just help figure what works best for you. I don't like bumble because of the girls message first rule which I don't know if they still have it but it's kinda stupid for a multitude of reasons. I personally think tinder is easier to use but it has a higher volume of nonsense. There's a ton of other ones. And I really suggest just going in light hearted and being yourself. Just relax and have fun with it. I consider it like a really interactive sim dating game like how i consider photo editing apps makeover games but with me. I think your profile is great just have to consider it a fun thing to do when you're bored and use it casually. Just from your profile you'd attract from my nct tinder series Shotaro, Sungchan, Doyoung, Winwin, Xiaojun Kun, Mark, and Jaemin. which are are the best ones to match with. With mine I'm only getting Johnny, Yuta, Yangyang and Jaehyun maybe Hendery fboy and weird boy magnet. Also pictures I suggest using pictures that show off who you are and your essence or just the ones you love the most. but you are going in the right direction.