#not happy with my boyfriend? well there's this guy I suppose he looks ok

[depresssant]

Shades of Cool

NEGLECTFUL!PLATONIC!YAN!batfam x GN!reader

synopsis : growing up with a shit mom and constant step-dads and mom's boyfriends, your view on life has grown pretty bleak. you just want to die, since it doesn't seem to get better than this. things can't get any worse, can they?

wsp guys. it's been pretty long, huh?... OK IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT QUICKLY. here, damn 🙄. anyways, i hope yall enjoy n im glad u guys liked the first chapter. lets just hope this one lives up to yalls expectations 😭. follow me and repost this if u want a chapter three. also I NEED SOMEONE TO EDUCATE ME ABOUT SUNDAY FROM HSR BC I WANNA WRITE FICS ABOUT HIM SO BAD SO PLS SOMEONE EDUCATE ME N ALSO IF U KNOW LOVE AND DEEP SPACE??? PLS HIT ME UP AND EXPLAIN THIS LORE BC I WANNA WRITE YANDERE FICS FOR THEM SO BAD

“Why are balls called balls when testicles sounds hella fancier?”

At your friend’s bizarre question, the face of your other friend, Zarian, twinges in disgust. “Jayelene… why do you feel the need to put that out there?”

You huff in amusement, focusing on your pizza before what Jaylene says ruins your entire mood.

“I’m just saying! Testicles just seems more appropriate⏤the type of fancy shit drake and his family would say.”

Tim Drake Wayne…

Dinner with him and his freak-a-zoid family was like trying to make it past no-man’s land without any help to shield you from the straight up chilling vibes they gave off with their constant comments about bat facts. Bats. The atmosphere during the entire time you spent there was dreadful and quite literally heavy since Tim's youngest little brother wanted to sneak stares at you as if you wouldn’t notice his bug-looking eyes creeping into your soul.

Rich people really are weird, huh?

The Wayne family is nothing like how you expected them to be. They’re supposed to be cold, mysterious, and irresistibly enchanting, but all you’ve got are creepy vibes and a strong urge to stay away from them as much as possible. From the way Mr. Wayne made that weird comment about your father in the limo to how forcibly happy Richard or “Dick” was with you, you’ve come to an understanding that rich people are complete lunatics.

The Wayne family is full of a bunch of lunatics.

And you’re not afraid to voice that.

“There you go again,” Jaylene sighs when she notices the irritated expression on your face. “It’s never that serious, [Name]. You just hate everyone.”

“No, you don't get it! They were creepy as hell! Like… Like bats in dark caves coming at you all at once. They talk funny, they look funny⏤they act funny! What normal man name drops your mother’s name after knowing each other for about thirty minutes?”

Zarian huffs in amusement. “That’s the creepy part. How does Mr. Wayne know your name?”

“I dont know.” You run your fingers through your hair and lean back against the booth seat. “I don't want anything to do with them. Billionaire or not, how the hell does he know my mother’s name.”

It was perhaps towards the end of your stay at the Wayne’s manor for dinner, and you knew you had to go home, so you had largely hinted at leaving to Drake. Everything had gotten wrapped up, but when you were just about to leave, Mr. Wayne had told you, “make sure to tell [M/n] I said hi.”

You could only stare at him in shock as your body carried along, because how does a man as famous and wealthy as bruce wayne know your mother⏤your mother? He’s the chief executive officer of Wayne Enterprises yet mentions your mother?

That moment alone is enough to wave every red flag in your brain that screams at you, telling you something is up with these shady people. The only question is what? What can a billionaire possibly want from you? Out of everything the world has to offer, the most influential billionaire in America wants to target some meager high school kid?

What do these people want from you? Is it a rich people thing to play around with those below you? Well, you guess it probably is. Like, is Mr. Wayne gonna pop out with his soulless eyes and say, ‘you’re my long lost child?’ or something?

You still don’t know why you’re being a goat stuffed before slaughtering. These people want something from you, but you? You’ve got nothing to offer that they could want. Why the hell do they even bother? If there's one thing you really hate, it’s being left in the dark like this. Not knowing is terrifying. It's dangerous. Not knowing means not being prepared, and if you’re not prepared, you won’t make it out. Damn it, you should’ve booked it the moment Mr. Wayne mentioned your father in the limo. Movies and shows always display rich people as eccentric and psychopathic weirdos, and now you’re finally believing it.

Damn it.

You’re in danger. Okay.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. But maybe it’s not.

You’ve watched enough true crime and have enough intuition and trust in your gut to know when something is wrong.

It’s not adding up.

You’re not dumb. You see all the warnings there, but what if you're exaggerating. What if this is just the nature of the Waynes, and you think you’re special enough to be noticed by them? Mr. Wayne is a damn billionaire! He’s got the money to do whatever he wants, so it’s only natural for him to do a background check on everybody that interacts with his sons, right?

It’s all in your head… It’s all in your head.

Sighing, you stare at the plate of food in front of you, appetite long gone. Still, you grab a fork and continue to eat as Zarian and Jaylene scream back and forth next to you. Drake, who had accompanied the three of you to the diner after practice, has left, thankfully. He left as soon as his food arrived while talking about some family emergency, and honestly, you’re pretty damn grateful for that.

Ever since dinner at his house, he’s surrounded you like a pillow smothering you, and you can’t do anything about it. He’s a billionaire’s son, for fuck’s sake.

It doesn’t take long for you and your friends to finish up, and you all part ways at the door of the diner before you clutch the straps of your backpack and walk around the city endlessly. This is a habit for you now⏤a way to put off going home as much as possible ever since you found out your mother’s boyfriend doesn’t come home until one or two in the morning.

That balding, ugly, sleazy piece of shit.

He’s as gross as every other man your mother’s brought home under the terribly veiled illusion that he’ll provide her a good life and treat her right. No matter how many times you try to tell that blind bitc… No. It's wrong. It’s not your mother’s fault.

But it sometimes feels like that, though.

Most mother’s destroy their own lives for their children, yet yours cannot even think about leaving the man that beats her child on a daily. Those types of mothers leave their spouses the second they see something wrong, while your mother treats those finger-print bruises around your neck like a necklace instead of abuse.

You’ve given up on her. You gave up on her back when you were eleven years old locked in a room with her boyfriend, and she didn’t listen. Or when you were twelve. Or thirteen. Or fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. Or seventeen. And now eighteen.

And each day feels like a repetition of the same. Wake up, go to school, practice, walk around, go home, get beat, and sleep like none of it all happens. It’s a routine you despise with every fiber of your being⏤makes you wanna jump over Gotham City Bridge before thinking about returning home because who would want to? Who wants this average life?

A life where you’re not happy enough, not sad enough. Not good enough, not bad enough. Not energized enough, not tired enough. You feel like a survivor of a plane crash floating on a raft at the center of the endless ocean with no way out. Everything just seems so vast, wide, and unreachable. How can you find the shore on a simple raft? How can you find a way out of inescapable misery if it’s not by drowning?

You’ve been waiting to find the shore, but it’s been a whole eighteen years since you’ve found yourself floating along the ocean.

That whole “it’ll get better” shit is a tragic lie.

Whatever.

It doesn’t matter⏤not anymore, at least. You’re going to get far away from this place and never look back. Never have to relieve this wretched city. Never have to be confined by chains again. You’ve only a few months left before you’re free.

Until then, you’ll have to be patient and go home because the sun has fully disappeared.

Nothing but satellites twinkle in the disgustingly polluted sky of Gotham City, and the streets have come to a staggering halt as you stroll about the sidewalks, trying to find the longest path to get home. One in the morning is always the perfect time in Gotham because it’s too late and too early to be outside, so it’s generally safe for a walk.

Of course, the universe likes to prove you wrong at every point.

The sound of a thud followed by a pained groan behind you has your legs locked and ready to run with your brain screaming alerts, but you take a deep breath and turn around. How bad can it get, anyways? The sight before you surprised you nonetheless. It’s… Nightwing, a Bludhaven hero, here in Gotham, just randomly popping up behind you?

With clear bleeding cuts and sprouting bruises across his body.

In the random alley you just happen to be in?

No. You’re looking into it too much.

His eyes lock onto and they make you freeze right then and there like he’s cast some spell upon you. But that’s for a cold, brief second before you’re hooking your thumbs under the straps of your backpacks and turning around hot on your heels, refusing to spare him a single second. 

You even hear him murmur a strained, “wait,” but you don't care. 

It’s rude, mean, cruel, and it’s also none of your business. All you simply do is walk ahead to your approaching doom with an pit of unease and bitter understanding of your helplessness in your stomach. You can already feel the soon-to-be new bruises blooming along your back.

You’re not a good person.

But, really, who is?

Smoking really does skill.

But now you know why people do it.

Each drag is more out of necessity than it is a choice ever since you’ve met your friend’s plug at the dumb age of sixteen, but it's a way to dull the harsh truth of reality. The world just fades into nothing but muted and mixed colors like the loud city underneath your balcony it blurs into a faint hum the longer you stare at the spiral puffs of smoke that disappear into the air. 

Everything’s bitter⏤the joint and you.

Really bitter at the blood semi-dried on your face and the dull ache along your back.

You’ve got about an hour and a half until you have to head out to school, so what other way is there to spend it than smoking away your brain? The joint’s a temporary escape, but it helps you stall whatever new feeling of despair you’ll feel for the day. Until you’re interrupted by your phone buzzing⏤the sound still a dull hum in your ears

“... Hello?”

“[Name]!”

Zarian’s voice?

“Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get to school or else you’re gonna get in trouble for not helping to set up the club fair, and coach will be on our ass! And don't forget to bring money for the tickets!”

Coach?... Club fair?... Club fair! Holy shit!

Your eyes shoot open, and you frantically scramble up, tossing the joint over the balcony railing before hectically staggering through the living room like a drunk man. Damn it, how could you be so clueless and forget such an important event? Especially one you need money for! Damn it⏤damnit! What do you do?

… Mom! She’s got a box of money somewhere in her closet, right? You’ve seen it before! It's just twenty dollars, and she wont notice. Okay… Okay. You’re quick to get ready. You wash away all the blood that’s dried on your face, brush your teeth, and change into baggy jeans and a clean shirt before storming into your mother’s bedroom and rummaging through her things. 

She’s off at work. Her bastard boyfriend doesn't come home until late at night, which means he’s probably already taken money for the day. Okay. That's fine. They won't notice.

But you can't find anything! What the hell? Where is that fucking box? You could’ve sworn it was there on the top shelf last night, but as you swipe your hands across everything on the shelf, you can’t find it. All of a sudden, something made of wood hits the top of your head and falls to the ground with a crack. You hiss, palm moving to cover where you got hit, but your eyes land on the box that now has money strewn all across the floor and a broken… false bottom?

What the fuck.

You pull away at the rest of the false bottom to only be met with countless photos of you as a child with your mother. Mom’s shit boyfriend had all the family photos taken down for some weird reason, so they’ve been here this entire time? All of these photos are full of you throughout every stage of your life, but some have different people in them as well. Their faces are either scratched out or they’re ripped out of the photo entirely.

From what you can gather, the figures are a man and what seems to be a teenage boy. The absurdity and even slight creepiness of the scratched out faces has you laughing, yet even with your now dulled senses, your eyes land on a photo you failed to notice earlier. Maybe you’re hallucinating. There must be something wrong with your brain. Or your eyes. The universe must be playing with you because is that a photo of you and a teenage-looking dick grayson?

Your eyes widen because it looks just like the strange man you had the unfortunate opportunity of having a conversation with during dinner with the Waynes. It’s him! More importantly, why the hell is he holding a ‘three year old’ you’s hand? You probably should be screaming. Yelling. Maybe panicking? But all you can do is shuffle through the rest of the box before your fingers graze against something metal that has your heart jumping.

It’s a small camera.

With a bat engraved on its side.

Ears ringing so loudly in your head you can't even think, you wipe your teary and red eyes hastily before grabbing a twenty dollar bill, putting everything except for the photo and camera in the box, set it back on the closet shelf, and hastily grab your backpack before making way to school.

The second you reach the damned place, you seek out your now three friends and drop into a seat with a heavy thud, sighing and meeting Tim's eyes with a burning gaze.

“You mean to tell me [Name] found the camera? And you decided to tell me after school?”

Time Drake Wayne sighs and runs his fingers through his black hair, shrugging apathetically while scrolling through every photo in his phone that he’s taken of you during the club fair. His brother, Richard, is pacing throughout his room anxiously as he rambles off about their latest fuckup. 

“Look, Bruce doesn't let any slip ups happen,” Tim murmurs in exasperation. “He wouldn't let this happen because [Name]’s mom and him talked this morning. Relax, he probably knows.”

It's not a lot, but it’s enough to calm Richard down. The man takes a deep breath but finds himself sitting down next to Tim, trying to get a good look at the pictures. “How mad was [Name]?”

“High, for starters, but clearly pissed off. Very observant, too.”

“Don’t tell anyone else. Not until Bruce gives us the okay.”

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey girl hey, I definitely haven’t been stalking your masterlist (I have 👀) but I saw that you updated and said you’d write for the rookie!!!! Anyways I’m like in love with John Nolan which I know is so unpopular (sorry Tim) and I was wondering if you’d write a short little fic about the reader dating John and her being into the whole cop thing and so he agrees to roleplay and adorableness ensues

Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader

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summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops?

a/n: omg girlie you crack me up, stalk me anytime you want (except, you know, not in real life—for your own sake, i mean my internet search history is better left un-stalked)!! anyways i’m happy to give u the nolan content u deserve 🤭 i don’t write smut but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

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     “Hi, I’m here to see Officer Nolan.”

     You smiled at the man sitting at the front desk of the Los Angeles Police Department. He looked up from his computer and gave you a smile of his own—or, it would have been a smile if he was sitting upside down. 

     “I’ll send him right out,” he said with mock-enthusiasm, sighing and picking up a phone before speaking into it. “We have a visitor here for Officer Nolan.”

     “Tell him it’s his girlfriend,” you blurted out, clutching the backpack in your hands tighter.

     The man just rolled his eyes at you. “That guy actually has a girlfriend? Color me shocked.”

     You opened your mouth to defend Nolan, but the man just held out a hand and gestured to a seat across from the desk.

     You sighed. “Thank you Officer—”

     You looked at his name plate. 

     “—Smitty.”

     “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically. 

     Ok, you thought, so not everyone enjoys their job here. You sat down and put John’s backpack on your lap as you waited for him to come down.

     He didn’t exactly know you were here. You and John had begun dating a few months ago and you’d yet to visit his place of work—there hadn’t been a reason to. 

     Until now. John had spent the previous night at your place, and in his rush to get to his shift on time that morning, he’d left his backpack at your apartment. 

     Which was what brought you to the L.A.P.D—well, that, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious about what John did when he wasn’t with you.

     “(Y/n)?”

     Upon hearing your name, you spun around, finding your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

     “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

    You walked over to where John stood, bridging the gap between you. “I’m fine, just here to make a delivery.”

    You took in Nolan’s attire. You’d always had a thing for cops—but seeing John in his uniform was an entirely new experience. You were momentarily speechless as you noted how the material hugged his frame. 

     “What?” Nolan asked, amused.

     “Nothing,” you blushed at getting caught staring. “I—here.”

     You held out Nolan’s backpack. 

     “You just saved me from a very embarrassing—and very pant-less—walk out of here,” He said, taking it from you. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

     “Anytime,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you back, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Besides, now I get to see where you work.”

     John pulled back, looking down at you. “Speaking of work, I should get back to it.”

     “But I just got here,” you pouted. 

     “I know, and I love you, but my TO is going to be furious if I don’t get back to the shop in—”

     He checked his watch.

     “—7 minutes.”

     “So you have 7 minutes?” You said playfully.

     “Well, yes, I suppose I do,” John smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

     You dragged your finger along his forearm. 

     “Aren’t you gonna show me around?” You asked him innocently.

     “I—I’m not really sure if that’s proper procedure,” John said, running a hand down your arm. “You’d have to fill out a visitor’s form and—”

     “That’s a shame,” you whispered, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. “I was just thinking how sexy you looked in your uniform.”

     John blanched.

     “On second thought, I’m sure the watch commander wouldn’t mind if you just peeked in.”

     John grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and across a hall, stopping in an empty room marked ‘Interrogation’. 

     “No one’s using this room?” You asked him, looking around. 

     “We are,” Nolan smiled. “Unless you actually want a tour of the station?” 

     “Maybe some other day,” you said, pushing Nolan up against a wall.

     “Well then,” Nolan said with a smirk, looking down at you. “I’m all yours.”

     He kissed you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him. 

     “So, you’re into the cop thing, huh?” Nolan asked between kisses. 

     “Guess so,” you breathed. 

     “Well, you just made all of the long days at the academy worth it,” John teased. 

      “I’m glad,” you said. “And what was the academy like? You never talk about your job.”

     “It was tough but rewarding,” John said honestly, kissing your cheek. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve seen out there. Think of the academy as practice for all of it.”

      “You want some more practice?” You asked, biting your lip. “For when you’re back on the streets, busting perps.”

     “Yeah we don’t actually say—you know what, never mind. We’ll talk about the amount of cop shows you watch later.”

     “Are you going to arrest me or not,” you pouted. “I’m getting away. You don’t want to let me escape, do you?”     

   “Of course not. In that case,” he said, deepening his voice. “I’m going to have to take you in.”

     “What am I under arrest for?” You batted your lashes at him. “Tax fraud? Failure to appear in court? Violation of penal code 504? 

     “A 504 is actually the crime of tampering with a vehicle so that doesn’t really apply—”

     You raised an eyebrow at him.

     “Right, shutting up,” Nolan said, “How am I doing? I ruined it, didn’t I?” 

    You giggled. It was adorable how serious he was taking this. “Not at all.”

     “Let me try again,” Join said, pulling out his handcuffs and spinning them around one finger. “I meant, you’re under arrest for stealing my heart and looking so damn good in those pants. Better?” 

     You smacked him in the arm. “Much.”

     He leaned in to kiss you again but you were interrupted by a voice that filled the room. 

     “I hope you turned your body cam off when we got back to the station.” 

     You and John broke apart. You heard the handcuffs clang as they hit the floor. You followed Nolan’s gaze up to a speaker on the wall. 

    “Bishop,” he mouthed, then pointed. “One way mirror.”

     You bit your lip to stop the smile threatening to take over your face. You knew you should feel chastised, but you could only be amused and thrilled at the situation. 

    “I—yes,” Nolan called out. “I—I’ll be right out.”

    “Please, take your time!” The voice—Bishop—said. 

     John’s brow furrowed. “Really?” 

     “No!” Bishop yelled. “You better get your ass out here before I give you a blue page.”

     “Yes ma’am!” Nolan shouted back, before leaning closer to you and whispering, “That’s serious, I really should go. But we had our fun.”

     You smiled, mischief in your eyes. “Not enough fun.”

     “I’m almost afraid to ask what that means,” John said, pulling you closer.

     “Nothing, just—maybe you could, um, bring that uniform home sometime,” you replied. 

     “I’ll see what I can do,” John winked, leaning in to kiss you one last time. “See you tonight.”

     “I’m looking forward to it,” you said. You let go of his hand and his other hand was just on the handle of the door when the speaker crackled to life with Bishop’s voice. 

     “Nolan.”

     John turned back around. 

     “Yes ma’am?”

     “Bring the handcuffs with you. You may need them for an actual crime.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed darlings!! now that i’ve officially waded into a new fandom, maybe expect more the rookie fics in the future? is this the official promo for my tim fic coming out soon? 🫢🎀

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | First Kiss

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF's Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: angst!, mutual pining comes to a head, or more accurately to lips, aka kissing Word Count: 1.8k (ok it's a little more than a drabble) Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

A/N: Hi, I'm back. This is the first vignette that's not from an ask but just from my own head. I just really wanted to write their first kiss, so I did! I hope you enjoy. 🥰

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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A few weeks after Halloween, Hongjoong invites everyone to a friend’s deejaying gig on the other side of town. Your roommate opts out, saying she’d rather spend one of her rare nights off at her boyfriend’s, so you, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong check it out together.

After the gig ends, your ears still ringing, feet aching from all the dancing you did, the four of you make your way home. Wooyoung and Hongjoong both seem hyped from the show, talking excitedly as you wait for the train. You watch them with a fond smile, leaning against the wall and taking turns lifting your feet to take some of the pressure off. 

San joins you. “You okay, Noona?” 

“Yeah. Just wore the wrong boots tonight,” you say. “Didn’t realize we’d be dancing so much.” 

“Oh, yeah. I guess I could’ve warned you,” San grins. “Sorry. We’re not the type to sit through a set.” 

“Clearly,” you reply, smiling back. Honestly, you’d been pleasantly surprised at how well San and his friends dance. They were so free with their movements and their energy had been infectious. You couldn’t have stood still if you’d tried. 

Of course, now you’re paying for it, wincing as your throbbing feet scream at you. You shuffle again, and then, ever-so-gracefully, you lose your balance, tipping over, letting out a loud expletive that draws everyone’s attention. 

Hongjoong and Wooyoung cackle as San grabs your arm, pulling you back upright. 

“No worries, Noona, I’ve got you.” 

He murmurs the words reassuringly, arm sliding from yours to loop around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side, but only for a second, before he scolds the other two for laughing so much. You giggle along as Wooyoung and San pretend to fight, but your heart’s not in it, because it’s still yearning painfully for San to hold you again. Every time he touches you - hugs you goodbye, cuddles with you on the couch, even the briefest moments of contact like just now - it leaves this black hole inside your chest, an endless gnawing need for more and more and more. 

At some point, you won’t be able to withstand it anymore. You’re not sure what will happen then.

The train car is crowded when your group enters. Unfortunately for your tired feet, there's nowhere to sit, and blessed little space to stand, so everyone splits up, trying to find room for themselves. Except for San, who guides you towards the opposite doors with a gentle touch on your back, and then stands beside you, reaching overhead to hold on while your hands curl around a pole. 

Some creepy guy already too close on your right leans over, trying to get an eyeful of your chest, and San smoothly slides around, blocking you from the asshole’s view. You smile gratefully, and he gives you an intimidating look but undercuts his mean mugging with an eyebrow wiggle, and you giggle, which then makes him grin, a chain reaction of happiness that leaves you buzzing. 

The gentle sway of the car as it hurdles down the tracks shakes you. You bump into San with a horribly steady rhythm, feeling sheepish for not having a strong enough core to keep yourself upright and balanced for more than a second at a time. He just laughs, finally throwing an arm around your back to help.

His hold is light, leaving a big sliver of air between you, a respectful distance that frankly makes you wish he’d be disrespectful. But he maintains it, supporting you in the most polite way, and somehow it still makes your heart jump fast as the wheels spinning beneath your feet.  You turn your head, focusing on the window on the door, watching your reflection as the dark tunnels roll by. 

At the next stop, more people pack themselves into the car. The small bubble of space around you pops as the wave of humanity rolls you into San, and you bring your hands up, bracing yourself against his chest, eyes widening at the solid warmth beneath your fingertips. 

“Shit, sorry, sorry.” You apologize profusely, trying to step away, but the train jerks again, jostling you, and San tightens his grip, pulling you back into his arms. 

“It’s ok,” he mutters, in a quiet voice. “I told you. I’ve got you.” 

When your gazes meet, it’s like the air has been sucked from the car. Something shimmers in his dark eyes as they roam your face, and you utter his name unthinkingly, a tiny “San” just slipping from your open mouth, but it feels like a rogue confession of something you’ve been denying for so long. You’re not sure if he heard it but he definitely saw it because he’s been staring at your lips for a few seconds now.

You lean in at the same time he tilts his chin forward, and your mouths meet in the middle. A light kiss, feather soft, like testing the waters. The next one lingers, his lips firmer against yours. His hand splays on your back. You twist your fingers into the front of his t-shirt. 

A third press weakens your knees, as his mouth slots against yours. Lips move together, part, allowing him to breathe in your little gasp. 

The train emerges from the tunnel, and suddenly the lights in the car blast on as it comes to a slow stop at the next station. Immediately, you spring back, and so does San. 

His expression is searing, and you glance away, looking to see if any of your friends are nearby, but the only one you can glimpse is Hongjoong. He’s got his back to you, a few feet and a dozen people away. 

When the train starts up again, a few riders lighter, San loosens his grip, hand gliding up to a spot between your shoulders, far from the small where it had just been resting. By the time you reach your stop, his arm is more hovering than touching.

You and San find Hongjoong a few feet ahead of you when you depart. Wooyoung’s still on the train, since his place is closer to the next stop. Hongjoong slows his quick stride enough for you to catch up. 

“You guys up for some ramen?” he asks, like he always does on late nights like this. You and San look at each other, and you don’t know if it’s the dim streetlights or what, but you can’t read his expression.

“Nah, I’m good,” San answers.

“I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” you start to say at the same time, cutting off to let San finish and then repeating yourself with a nervous laugh.

“‘Kay.” Hongjoong bears the rejection with his usual nonchalance. “I’ll see you later.” He crosses the street, heading for the convenience store on the next block. 

And it’s just the two of you now, walking in silence. Two more blocks and you’ll be home. One more block. Just up the stairs now. Key in door, door closed, shoes off. 

You stare at each other. He blinks first.  

“Should we - “

“Did you want to - “

“Hey guys.” 

Your roommate comes padding out of the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. 

“Hey!” you nearly shout. “I thought you were staying over at Jongho's?” 

If she’s surprised by the volume of your voice, Haneul doesn’t show it. She shrugs. “Yunho was being annoying, so I left.” 

Yunho is Jongho’s roommate. He’s rarely at their apartment on the weekends. Just your luck that this would be the one night a year he strikes out and goes to his own bed instead of someone else’s.

Or maybe it’s for the best. Because it’s not too late to stop now before you do something else. Something potentially foolish. Let it just be a kiss. A one-time loss of rationality. Of caution. 

Even if you can’t stop thinking about that night at the bar. Sitting there with San’s arms wrapped around you just felt so right. 

Even if it’s been ages since you felt this way about someone. 

Even if you’re pretty sure you’re falling for San. 

“Are you going to bed or are you gonna stay up for a bit?” Haneul asks, taking a seat on the couch. 

“Um…” you fight the impulse to glance at San. “I don’t know. I’m not really tired or anything….” Truth be told, you’re a little wired now. “Why?” 

“I was thinking of starting that new drama Jongho told us about. Wanna join me?” She pats the space next to her.

San mumbles something about taking a shower. You watch him leave the room, and it feels like whatever happened on the train is already fading away. Did it really happen, or was it just a dream? Are your fantasies bleeding over into your waking hours now? 

San joins you and Haneul near the end of the first episode, taking a spot on the floor in front of the couch so he can stretch out. He looks so soft, with his dark hair freshly fluffed from a towel, dressed in his favorite hoodie and sweats, and it’s a struggle to keep your focus on the television and not wonder what would’ve happened had Haneul not been home.

Part of you wishes San would catch you looking. But you’re not sure you could handle it if you met his gaze right now and didn’t find what you were hoping to find. 

It’s actually a little odd how quiet he is, staring so intently at the show that you are completely ignoring. Is he doing the same thing you are, replaying the moment in his mind? Trying to freeze it in your memory?

Your stomach drops as you consider another possibility. What if he thinks the kiss was a mistake? 

By the time the third episode is over, you’re exhausted, from your night out but also from the mental gymnastics you’ve been performing, silently twisting yourself into knots thinking about San and the train and what could happen versus what should. So you excuse yourself for the safety of your bedroom, where you can dream in peace.

Nero’s already curled up on his favorite spot on your bed, right next to where you lay your head. He cracks an eye open as you flop down beside him, and you reach out to give him an apologetic scritch, when you catch a scrap of paper poking out from beneath him. A note, with San's handwriting. He must’ve slipped it on your pillow after his shower. The first sentence sends relief flooding through you.

I don’t regret it. 

But it’s what’s written next that has you rereading the note over and over. It’s a simple sentence, just a pleading command, but to you, it’s a revelation. 

Please tell me you want more too.

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[rubyuji]

Happy Pawlidays (Kim Mingyu) 🐾 ೀ⋆🍓｡˚

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: It was the holidays, so what better way to spend it with your sweet boyfriend than to give him his present?

Note: Another reworked fic, I’m in the process of completing “Fragments” soon, so enjoy this cute fluffy Mingyu drabble. Always remember to like + reblog as a form of support!

WC: 620

“Gyu?” You called for your boyfriend sweetly, eagerly waiting with his surprise.

Mingyu peeked from the living room as you giggled softly, your boyfriend may be tall but his behavior was similar to that of a puppy’s, which was an adorable contrast.

“Yes, my love?” He replied, trudging over to the kitchen. Mingyu’s hair looked like a bird’s nest, and he looked slightly puffy after waking up. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, but you knew you had to surprise him first.

It was currently the holiday season, and with only five more days away from Christmas, you decided to surprise your beloved boyfriend with an early present for being so wonderful.

Mingyu sits over at the kitchen island and slightly pouts, watching your every move. Both of you decided to stay in for the day since the party with the members from the night before had been wild, ultimately ending up with you having to aid to a hungover Mingyu and his pounding headache.

“You know how we’ve already been living together for the past year or so? Well I’ve been thinking of something and I kind of wanted to give you a early present for christmas” you smiled, giving Mingyu a peck on the corner of his lips.

Mingyu’s eyes light up, as he watches you walk over to the christmas tree set up in the living room.

“Close your eyes and sit here,” You couldn’t wait to give Mingyu his christmas present, it was something you both had brought up quite frequently ever since you moved in together.

Your boyfriend walks over, a look of anticipation glossing over his features as he sits down in front of you. He was practically bursting with anticipation.

“No peeking ok? Hold your arms out for me,” Mingyu nods with his eyes closed and you place a small golden retriever puppy in his arms.

“Y/n, no. You’re kidding right?” Mingyu’s eyes shoot open and honey immediately drips from his eyes as he stares at the little puppy.

“Well, we’ve always talked about owning a dog and I wanted to see if you would make a good father in the near future, so I got this little guy,” you boop the retriever’s small heart shaped nose as he squirms in Mingyu’s arms.

Your poor boyfriend was appalled after what you had just said, but that was the least of his worries right now.

“Hey little guy, what should we name him?” He chuckles, but that wasn’t the only surprise you had in store. You hand Mingyu a collar with a name plate, and he stares at you in confusion.

“His name is Gamja, I named him that way because his color reminds me of a potato,” you laugh. The puppy suddenly jumps out of Mingyu’s arms and runs over to you, wriggling around in your lap.

“You named him without me? Y/n~” Mingyu whined, but you could only laugh and focus on the dog in your arms before handing him over to Mingyu.

“Baby, Seokmin and Soonyoung were supposed to take care of him for the past two days while I prepared all his things, and apparently they were so impatient that they ended up giving him a name. Besides, Gamja is cute. Now you two, smile for the camera!” You grin, holding up a polaroid camera.

Mingyu flashes a smile as you take the picture, staring fondly at your little family. “Merry Christmas, Gyu,” you say softly, when all of a sudden, you were tackled in kisses and hugs.

“Thank you Y/n, really. I love you and our little family so much. I would never leave your side, ever,” Mingyu pecks your lips, while you returned the action.

© rubyuji 2024’ -. no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner without the permission from the publisher.

[kidsinsaturn]

OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

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-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

[beestriker015]

Nejire x shy male s/o

S/o is a member of class 1-A and met Nejire when she and the other two members of the Big Three visited his class.

Nejire, being the sweet and bubbly girl she is, immediately introduced herself to s/o.

“Hi! I’m Nejire Hado from class 3-A! What’s your name?”

“I-I’m s/o…”

He said timidly as Nejire smiled brightly at him.

“Nice to meet you s/o! What’s your quirk? I bet it’s super cool? Can you show it to me? Please? Pretty please?”

Poor s/o is overwhelmed by the blue haired girl’s bombardment of questions, but is lucky saved by his close friend Eijiro Kirishima.

“Eease up on him a little Nejire, my buddy s/o is kinda shy and you might be scaring him.”

“Oh so he’s just like Tamaki?”

She says out loud to herself before turning to s/o with an apologetic smile that makes him blush a little.

“Sorry about that s/o, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I-it’s ok. T-thank you…Nejire.”

He looks at his upperclassman with a small smile that she finds absolutely adorable.”

From that moment onward, s/o and Nejire began interacting more and more before they eventually became friends.

Being friends with Nejire obviously means s/o is also friends with Mirio and Tamaki as well, the latter of whom he’s especially close to since they’re both shy guys.

Very soon after forming her friendship with s/o, Nejire became determined to help him with his shyness.

“It may take some time, but I know I can definitely break that shell of yours s/o!”

“Y-you really think so Nejire?”

“Yep! Just look at Tamaki! He was a lot shyer before he met me and Mirio than he is now. Yeah he’s still shy, but progress is still progress! I know I can do the same for you s/o!”

True to Nejire’s word, s/o started to open up more as time passed, which he was quite grateful for.

“I appreciate you helping me Nejire, it means a lot.”

He tells her without stuttering even once.

“Aww, you’re welcome s/o! That’s what friends are for!”

Friends

That single word caused Nejire’s smile to fade for a brief moment after it left her mouth.

Why? Because at some point in their friendship, Nejire developed feelings for s/o.

The f word didn’t just affect her however, as s/o had an unexpected reaction to it as well.

“Y-yeah…friends.”

S/o says with disappointment in his voice as Nejire looks at him strangely.

“Everything ok s/o?”

She asks him while tilting her head cutely as s/o lets out a small sigh and looks at her with a slight tinge of red on his cheeks.

“…..Nejire, I have something to get off my chest. Throughout our time together, I….k-kinda caught……feelings for you. I like you Nejire…a lot more than just a friend.”

After the initial shock from s/o’s confession wears off, Nejire smiles widely and glomps him into a tight hug.

“I feel the same way s/o! I love you!”

S/o blushes deeply as he melts into her embrace.

“I l-love you too Nejire.”

And thus, the two began dating.

Now that they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, s/o and Nejire are practically connected at the hip, spending whatever time they can together.

Upon learning of Nejire and s/o’s newfound relationship, Mirio and Tamaki are happy for their friends and congratulate them.

“You two make a good couple! Don’t you agree Tamaki?”

“Y-yeah, I’m r-really happy for both of you.”

“Aww! Thanks so much you guys! That’s really sweet of you two to say! Don’t you agree s/o?”

Nejire exclaims as s/o simply smiles and gives the two a thumbs up, much to Tamaki’s appreciation for his equally shy friend.

Being extremely extroverted, Nejire has no problem being affectionate with her boyfriend in public.

S/o however, is still shy and turns into a blushing mess when Nejire kisses or hugs him.

Texts between the two are almost nonstop, sometimes to the annoyance of others.

“Nejire, we’re supposed to be studying. I know you love him, but can you go five minutes without texting your boyfriend please?”

A classmate of hers says as Nejire types away on her phone.

“Hmm? Sorry, I was texting s/o. What were you saying?”

She looks up at her classmate as he shakes his head.

“….nothing, I knew picking you as a study partner was a bad idea.”

He grumbles to himself as Nejire continues texting s/o.

Despite being in different classes, Nejire has a tendency to make surprise visits to s/o’s class from time to time.

“We’re in the middle of something Nejire, go back to your own class.”

Aizawa says with a tone of pure boredom.

“Sorry Mr. Aizawa, I just wanted to check on my cuddlebug! I’ll go now. Bye cuddlebug, I love you!”

Nejire leaves after blowing s/o a kiss, his face red from embarrassment as a few of his classmates tease him about the cute nickname his girlfriend gave him.

“Cuddlebug huh?”

Kirishima asks his friend, but not in a teasing way.

“Y-you’re not gonna laugh at me too?”

“That wouldn’t be very manly of me now would it? I’m really glad you found yourself a girlfriend s/o, don’t let the others get you down.”

S/o looks at Kirishima and smiles.

“You’re a great friend Eijiro.”

They fist bump each other before shifting their attention back to today’s lesson.

When it comes to Nejire’s hero work, poor Ryukyu has to listen to the girl ramble on and on about how amazing her boyfriend is.

“From the way you speak of him, s/o sounds like quite a nice young man Nejire.”

The dragon hero says as Nejire looks at her and nods rapidly.

“He is! S/o is the best boyfriend ever Ryuko! He’s kind, handsome, and his shyness is just so cute! Maybe I could introduce you to him at some point?”

“Perhaps we can pay him a visit after patrol?”

Nejire gets excited at this as Ryukyu smiles, happy that the girl she views as a little sister found someone she cares so much about.

Whatever hero s/o interns under will receive constant calls from Ryukyu passing along messages from Nejire to her boyfriend.

“Ryukyu just called me s/o. She wanted me to tell you that Nejire-Chan says she loves you so much and that I need to keep her ‘cuddlebug’ safe and sound while we’re out on patrol today.”

He/she says with a chuckle as s/o can’t help but crack a small smile at his girlfriend’s message.

“You two love each other a lot don’t you s/o?”

“Uh-huh, she means a lot to me sir/ma’am.”

The pro hero smiles in response as he/her and s/o get back to patrolling for villainous activity.

If s/o ever got seriously hurt, nothing could prevent Nejire from staying right by her boyfriend’s side until he fully recovers.

“Miss Hado, visiting hours are almost over. You can come back first thing in the morning to see him.”

“No! I refuse to leave my cuddlebug alone all night! I’m staying right here with him.”

After a little persuasion from Ryukyu, the doctor eventually relents and allows Nejire to stay in s/o’s room with him for the night.

Once he’s back in good health, s/o is shocked to learn from Nejire’s friends some time later what she did while he was out of commission.

“Y-you were there the entire time I was in the hospital Nejire?”

He asks as she nods with a gentle smile on her face.

“Of course. My cuddlebug was injured and unconscious, so I absolutely could not leave until I knew he’d be ok.”

S/o smiles at his girlfriend as a few happy tears trickle down his face before he hugs her affectionately.

“I have the best girlfriend in the whole world. Thank you for everything Nejire. I love you so so much.”

With a slight blush, Nejire returns s/o’s hug and rests her head on his shoulder for a few moments before pulling away.

“I love you too s/o.”

She kisses him as they cuddle on his bed while watching a movie, a look of pure adoration is seen in Nejire’s eyes as she softly strokes the hair of her shy boyfriend until he falls asleep in her lap.

“Aww, I put him to sleep. Well then, sweet dreams my cuddlebug.”

Nejire whispers softly to s/o before closing her eyes and going to sleep as well.

[ellebakers]

☆ Let me be your man (+18)

Chad meeks martin x reader

Summary : friends with benefits but with jealousy.

Warnings : language, mention of sex, mention of blood and death, angst but happy ending.

A year ago, your life was hell. Indeed, ghostface came back to terrorize the town, he assaulted your friend Tara, then he killed your boyfriend Wes, he stabbed you and watched you bleed to death on the cold garage floor of your best friend Amber. And in the end, the person who made you suffer was none other than your best friend.

After this traumatic events, everything happened very quickly. The hospital stay, the statement to the police. The journalists who were waiting for you in front of your house to speak to you, the funeral and finally the nightmares.

Every night you had the same nightmare. The garage, Ghostface, the knife, the pain, the blood, and it started all over again, like this guy was fucking Freddy Krueger.

The only thing that gave you any security was your friends, Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad.

Especially Chad. One night while you were sleeping at his house, you told him about your nightmares and he told you about his. It felt good to talk to someone who understood you.

It was after this discussion that you found yourself riding him while he held your hips and whispered sweet promises to you.

After having sex three times that night, you fell asleep with each other, and for the first time in months, you had no nightmares. And you assumed that he hadn't had any either since the next evening he was texting you to reiterate your antics.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into a ritual.

And this ritual continued even after moving to New York.

The only small problem was that you were starting to fall in love, but he didn't seem to want it.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

"Come on Y/n, please come with me, we're going to have a lot of fun." Tara begs you

You took one last look at your last conversation with Chad, and your anger was rising so you groaned and threw your phone on the bed.

"OK why not."

Tara was jumping with joy, then she went to your closet and pulled out a very short red dress with a slit on the thigh and a neckline

"Here, put this on. We're going to a fraternity, there will be lots of hot guys."

At first you weren't sure, but it was better to go out with your friend than to stay here waiting for an answer from chad who would never come and hear Quinn having sex with a complete stranger.

So you got up and took the dress then left to put it on.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

No sooner had you arrived at the party than you were already regretting it, the living room was full of drunk people jostling each other, and the music was breaking your ears. You hated that. In your defense, the last party you went to, you ended up on the floor bleeding to death.

"Y/n ? I didn't think you would come." You turn and see Mindy, beer in hand and looking a bit embarrassed, like she's afraid you'll see something.

You frowned and opened your mouth to answer but Tara cut you off. "I convinced her." She said, looking proud of herself, "well, excuse me, but I'll get myself a drink." Then she left.

There was a bit of an awkward silence between you and Mindy, your friend couldn't even look you in the eye. You took the bottle from her hands and drank a sip, once swallowed you said to her "go ahead and spit it out." She growled but obeyed "Well, Anika didn't want me to tell you about it, but you are one of my closest friends and I love you very much so I have to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "Chad is here with another girl."

That's it, you had just been stabbed again, but it hurt even more. You took a sip of the beer and shrugged. "We're just friends, he does what he wants."

Mindy rolled her eyes "Y/n please don't bullshit me. Maybe it works with others, but with me. I know there's something between you, not only do I I've already heard you fucking but in addition, the way you look at each other, it's eye-popping."

"Yeah well it looks like your brother doesn't see it that way."

She chuckled, "My brother is a jerk."

You smiled sadly at her "I'll get another beer."

She nodded and watched you go to the kitchen.

Like the living room, the kitchen was full of drunk people, some were throwing up, some were kissing and some were sleeping on the tables, you managed to sneak up to the fridge, that's when you heard it, a bitch voice, "Chad, you're so funny." You turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, and there he was, sitting with a blonde on his lap.

You wanted to go there and yell at him, but there's no point in making a scene. You had argued in the morning about what you were, because you were tired of getting the wrong ideas. He didn't want to admit you were a couple but he couldn't stand it when you talked to other guys. But seeing this blonde, her arms wrapped around his neck, it was very clear that he only saw you as a hookup.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and turned to get out of here as quickly as possible, but as you left you bumped into a boy who dropped his bottle of beer on the floor, the sound of the glass breaking caught everyone's attention, including Chad.

"Damn, I'm really sorry." You tell him as you bend down to pick up the pieces of glass.

The boy chuckled lightly, "Never mind, that beer wasn't good anyway."

His comment made you laugh slightly, you raised your head to look at him and you recognized your classmate in film history. Jack.

"Oh it's you! It reassures me, I know you won't sue me." He shook his head with a smile and leaned over to help you pick it up.

"Be careful, don't plant a glass in your hands. It would be a shame, you couldn't write the lessons afterwards."

You replied with a sarcastic laugh "Very funny."

Once the pieces were carefully picked up and the floor cleaned with a sponge, you leaned on the counter with Jack and you started talking.

"So," he began, "I heard that Mr. Cameron and Mrs. Winston were caught red-handed playing Fifty Shades in the bookstore."

You gasped "No fucking way, you’re kidding ?!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, laughing "Nah I promise you, it even seems that he had tied Mrs. Winston with the chains and everything."

You closed your eyes and wrinkled your nose "I have the image in my head." He laughed and walked over to pour himself a drink. As you continued to chat, you felt eyes burn the back of your head, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. It was Chad.

Jack had noticed it too, he leaned over and whispered in your ear "It seems your boyfriend is jealous."

You shook your head, "He's not my boyfriend."

He raised his eyebrows "You should tell him then."

You frowned slightly and whispered "The thing is that I love him, but obviously it's not reciprocal."

Jack faced you, he grabbed your face with his hands and said softly "I'll make him react if it's okay with you."

You nodded and Jack slowly brought his face to yours while looking Chad in the eye. Before his lips even touched your cheek, a chair noise was heard and someone stuck behind you.

Your classmate pushed over and winked at you, "Oh Y/n you saw, it's Chad."

You turned around and came face to face with a more than pissed off Chad, he was clenching his jaw while looking at Jack.

Then he turned his eyes to you "Can we talk?"

You frowned looking for the blonde "I don't know, I think your friend who was on your lap must be waiting for you and I wouldn't want her to wait for you then-"

Chad gave you a look that meant You're serious there..

He cleared his throat and took your hand. "It's important."

You looked annoyed and nodded, but before following him you turned to Jack and kissed him on the cheek "Thank you for everything." He smiled at you and nodded.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

The little kiss on Jack's cheek had Chad pissed off, you could tell by the way his face was closed, but if he was pissed off then so are you and ready to talk once and for all.

Chad didn't let go and he took you to the second floor to find a room to talk.

Once the room was found, he let you in first, then he followed you and locked the door, as soon as the lock had been closed he started "What the fuck was that?"

"What the fuck was what Chad ?"

He put his hands on his hips, clearly annoyed "You know very well what I'm talking about."

"Nah, I don't see what you want to talk about. Besides, I'm surprised you're talking since all the fucking day you haven't said a single word to me."

He groaned and ran his hands over his face. "That's another discussion. I want to talk about you and that guy."

You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest "I don't see why you want to talk about it. You and I are not a couple, we only fuck so I don't have to answer to you. And this guy has a first name, his name is Jack and you know it very well."

He wanted to say something but he couldn't.

You laughed "You see that's why I'm fed up. As soon as I talk about a couple, you shut up. You avoid talking about it and you ignore me all the fucking day, It makes me sick and when I find you you're sitting with a bitch on your knees, and you dare to give me a fit because I'm talking with a classmate."

He looked away and didn't answer.

"Do you have anything to answer?"

He remained silent.

You groaned and the tears welled up "I understood that I'm just a hookup. A girl that you fuck when you feel like it and when you're not better off. I understood very well that you don't care about me, fuck i'm not sure if i count for you as friends but the fucking problem is that i love you you see, you're the only person i feel with, well, since Wes." Chad finally looks at you at the mention of his friend "I trust very few people, you know that. And the more you and I saw each other, the more I fell in love, but I'm tired of being in pain, tired of inflicting this on myself, I deserve better then Listen to me carefully, from tonight, you and me, our arrangement is over. That way you can fuck whoever you want and I can finally move on."

He burst out and started yelling at you crying "You want me to tell you how I feel, you really fucking want to know. I've been in love with you since our first day of high school but Wes hooked up with you. so I gave up. Then I met Liv and I loved her, I suffered losing her. And you come on after all that, we sleep together and for me it was like my first time, I I wasn't just fucking with you because I was in love with you And I blame myself because I feel like I'm betraying Liv and Wes, but I also know that if I let you go or if he something happens I won't get over it You're not just a hookup for me, you're what I think about, morning, noon, evening, you drive me crazy Y/n, I'm coming not to detach myself from you. And when you talk about a couple I freak out every time and that's why I avoid you, because I'm a coward."

You started crying hearing it and Chad started crying even more. You approached him and took his face between your hands "You are a lot of things Chad, including a jerk, but you are not a coward." He laughed softly and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you so much if you only knew." He tells you "But I'm so afraid of losing you."

"Chad it's not by loving me that you're going to lose me. It's by playing dumb like you do that you're going to lose me."

He hugged you and kissed you "No no, don't leave, please stay with me." He continued to kiss you while backing you up to the bed where he gently laid you down without detaching himself from your lips "I love you Y/n"

"I love you too, I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise me ?"

"I promis you."

He smiled against your lips and placed a last kiss before lying down next to you.

He hugged you tight and you stayed like that until the end of the night.

[mazeinthemiroh]

hello angel !! <3 first off, never feel insecure about your writing, you do SO WELL!! :)) i was wondering if we could get txt members as ur boyfriend if they're asked to describe their ideal type for an interview, and they try to subtly (or not-so-subtly) describe u ???

txt when asked to describe their ideal type (you!!) in an interview

genre: general, fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

author's notes: thank you for your encouragement :(( you're very sweet. i hope this is to your liking my lovely. some of the scenarios are a bit different to the others/have different situations. hope that's ok. let me know what you think <3

soobin

soobin looked around at the other members dumbfounded by their reactions.

"what?" soobin's eye grew wider, "what did i do?"

beomgyu and hueningkai were laughing hysterically whilst yeonjun and taehyun had their hands over their mouths in shock. you couldn't make this situation up at all.

on live television, soobin was asked what his ideal type was. and he, of course, unknowingly started to describe you. and he got specific. the hair colour, the face structure, the height... being a sleep-deprived leader came with its downfalls.

and when the pin dropped and he finally realised what he has done, he let out a little 'oh' and his ears went bright red. his secret was out.

yeonjun

"my ideal type?" yeonjun leaned back into the interview sofa leisurely, staring off into the distance, "well let's see..."

"i like a person who can... make me feel happy," yeonjun mused, "someone i can goof around and have fun with. someone i don't need to worry about how i act around them."

"you're being too generic with your descriptions," the interviewer retorted playfully, nudging his side slightly, "be more specific."

yeonjun pursed his lips and lifted a hand to his chin as if to act as if he was contemplating the whole universe.

"well.." yeonjun started off again, matter-of-factly, "if i had to be picky, i would sayyyy... their name needs to be called y/n!"

"ahhh, your partner!" the interviewer exclaimed, "now that's a safe choice."

beomgyu

it was an audience participation interview, where the audience that had come had a chance to ask the members their own questions. a lot of moas had shown up for this event, but of course, you were there as well, in the audience, supporting your boyfriend.

"my question for you guys is," an audience member nearer to the front had the microphone now, "what is your ideal type?"

the members went in turns saying what their ideal type was, but when it was beomgyu's turn his mind went blank. all he can think about was you. and as he made eye contact with you in the audience, he couldn't help but smile.

"my ideal type is someone who makes me feel like a better person when i am with them," he said sweetly, trying not to stare at you for too long while the audience reacted to his answer. you knew he was talking about you, and that's all that mattered.

taehyun

"i don't have an ideal type, really." taehyun shrugged as he played with the microphone in his hands.

"surely everyone does, no?" the interviewer questioned, tilting their head to the side, trying to figure him out.

"well i suppose my ideal type would be... well their eyes have to be (your eye colour), and their hair should be (your hair colour). and they should dress like (your style)..."

"ahh i see what you're doing there sir," they cocked an eyebrow at him as he gave the camera a little wink. everyone knew he was talking about you. "what about before your current partner? before you met them, what was your ideal type?"

"i didn't have one," he said plainly and shrugged. "but when i did meet them, i finally had an ideal type. and only they can fit that ideal."

the audience at the interview made a collective 'aww' sound at his romantic words. this boy was in love for sure.

hueningkai

hueningkai is not very good when it comes to their type of personal questions. and when it was asked, his mind went blank as his members looked at him, awaiting his answer.

"my ideal type..."

hueningkai trailed off and stared at the floor. an image of your face came to mind because that was his life now. just you. his ideal type. his one and only. his everything. the person who stuck with him through thick and thin. the person who he trusted the most in life-

"kai~"

beomgyu waved his hand in front of his friend's face to snap him out of his daze, earning a few laughs from the audience.

"uhh," hueningkai bit his lip, "pass?"

the other members laughed along with the audience now as he smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

[midnightmah07]

In relation to the post you just reposted:

💛 Daisy + Ruggie and/or ❤️ Leona + Isabelle

I’m such a sucker for these to ships if I hadn’t made that evident yet😭😭🩷🩷🩷

GAHH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM 😭😭😭 I have a very clear bias towards these two ships as well mainly bc like. Ruggie is my favorite character and Leona is my second favorite (but I love him almost as much as I love Ruggie- ALMOST)... ANYWAYS🥲

💛 reunion kiss / relief (this is an au where Daisy goes back to her world, but canonically she stays in twisted wonderland)

It has been a few months ever since Daisy has been back from Twisted Wonderland. She was fully back to her life as a servant, and back to sleeping in the attic. It could be worst, she thought, at least she had a place to stay – the attic was very big, her sisters didn't bother her there either – and she saw her mice friends again... But...

She couldn't help but miss NRC.

She missed Grim and his constant talk of being a great mage, she missed Ace and Deuce fighting over the most trivial things, she missed Trein giving her special lessions, Kalim inviting her to parties, Leona ruffling her hair...

She missed Ruggie.

The universe was so cruel to her, it even deprived her of her dreams with her boyfriend– well... Ex-boyfriend, she supposed. Before NRC she always had dreams about a guy, and she realized after a while that it was Ruggie, but now... Now that she needed those dreams to comfort her the most...

She couldn't have them. No matter how hard she tried.

She tried getting herself preoccupied, doing more than necessary, to the point her stepmother commented on her doing way too much. But she needed to do something to take her mind off of him.

So she went to buy groceries this afternoon, hoping that a change of scenery would take her back to reality. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help but smile upon seeing donuts, thinking to gift them to Ruggie only to remember she couldn't see him; she stumbled across a store selling TVs, and on one of them there was a documentary about hyenas; she felt the groceries a bit too heavy for her, only to remember Ruggie wasn't there to help her carry them.

She stopped walking in the middle of the street, her eyes seemingly unfocused as memories of him flooded her brain.

His smile, his laugh, his fluffy hair, his gentle way of touching her, his way of teasing her... She wanted all of it. She wanted all of it back.

She wanted him back.

"Daisy."

The blonde blinked, her head looking straight ahead, staring at the person who called her fake name, the name no one in this world knew of.

Daisy met grayish blue eyes, a beanie on the familiar locks of dirty blonde hair, and a face filled with freckles, that changed into a smile the moment her eyes met his.

"Ruggie?" She mumbled, almost to herself, not believing what she was seeing. Running to his arms, she let him hug her tightly, not carrying about the groceries falling on the ground. He was here! She had no idea how, but he was! "How–"

Before she could finish asking, he gave her a gentle kiss, her heart beating a mile per second as her eyes began to sting.

She thought she'd never kiss him again.

"I'll explain later, I promise." He said, going back again for another kiss, missing her way too much to speak.

❤️ first kiss / realization

"Wake up." Isabelle's eyes opened slowly at the call, rubbing her eyes as she felt her back and neck sore from the position she fell asleep in. "And you call me lazy."

"I'm not being lazy..." She contained a yawn, making Leona laugh. "I couldn't sleep well last night, give me a break."

The beastman shifted his attention to the wall across from them, changing the position of his legs as he cleared his throat. "You ok?"

Isabelle lifted an eyebrow at that, but felt an odd satisfaction by the question. She pushed it aside though, she had no reason to be happy about him asking if she was ok, he was simply being decent.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Why couldn't you sleep? Had a nightmare or something?" He asked in a teasing manner, and Isabelle rolled her eyes at that.

"No. I'm not a child."

"Never said you were." He continued, the smirk still prevalent on his face, making Isabelle look at him and scowl in annoyance. "Though I guess you could be mistaken by one if looking from afar... You do have the height of one."

Isabelle clicked her tongue, crossing her arms and looking elsewhere. She wasn't in the mood for their usual bickering, not after what happened last night before she fell asleep.

When she realized she had harbored feelings for him.

Even now, it was hard to act normal around Leona. She felt her heard beating faster, she was anxious, and couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness around him. She couldn't even deny it any longer, and that, she supposed, was what irritated her. That she was actually in love with him, of all people.

Leona realized she didn't answer, using his hand to poke her cheek, getting her attention. "You seem strange. You sure you're ok?" He asked, tilting his head, genuine worry in his voice even when he tried to mask it. "I could call a doctor."

"No, I'm– I'm alright, just a bit tired, like I said." Isabelle explained, moving her head to his direction in order to look him in the eyes and explain the situation.

She didn't realize just how close he was to her though.

His face was merely centimeters close to hers, she could feel his breath on her face. Suddenly she froze, not sure of what to do in that moment as she kept opening her mouth to try and say something, but she quickly closed it in fear of stuttering and giving out just how nervous she was by something so stupid as their proximity.

Why was she freaking out anyway? It wasn't like anything would happen, he'd just– you know, distance himself and go back to being silent, letting her sleep again. Surely.

Then why was he getting closer?

Isabelle instinctively closed her eyes, her nose crinkling a bit and she heard Leona chuckle. His hand moved to her face, and before she knew it he was kissing her. Isabelle's body was stiff, she didn't even do anything, she just stood there in awe. It wasn't like she wasn't enjoying it, quite the opposite actually but– she didn't know what to do.

The kiss was simple, it wasn't deep, their mouths were close throughout the whole process, it felt more like a long peck than an actual kiss, but it drove her absolutely insane.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead on hers, his eyes averting her gaze. He moved away, crossing his arms again and going back to the same position he was a few seconds ago. Isabelle blinked in confusion. That was it? She cleared her throat in embarrassment as her heart sinked a little by his lack of reaction.

"You can use my shoulder. To rest, I mean. Better than straining your neck." She noticed his leg going up and down as he looked at the ground. She smiled, maybe he was just as embarrassed as her.

"Thank you." With that, she rested her head on his shoulder, melting because of his touch, a happy sigh escaping her.

Fine, maybe being in love with him wasn't all that bad.

[minki-moo]

♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 1 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ m for mature tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby), suggestive w/c ♡ 800 pt. 2

a/n ♡ so i originally posted this on ao3 and since it did pretty good on there i decided to post it here too. pt.2 is already done so i'll be posting it right after this one. pt. 3 is also in the works so i hope you enjoy!!!

you look at the clock. 9 pm. you hold back a sigh. it's been a week since your boyfriend left for his trip, and you can't say you're not disappointed. you had just gotten together after months of the both of you being absolutely clueless about each other's feelings. when everything seemed to be going smoothly, his work pushed a 2 week business trip onto him. and if it couldn't get any worse, with his trip and your workload suddenly increasing, you barely had any time to call each other, and when you did, the call wouldn't last anymore than 5 minutes.

you plop into your bed, exhausted from work. as you scroll aimlessly through your emails, you get a text:

minki &lt;3: good evening shnookums 

you smile as you read his text, silently cursing him for being so adorable

you: good evening princess

minki &lt;3: how was my wittle cutie patootie 

you: better now that i can talk to you &lt;3

minki &lt;3: awww ur making me blush

minki &lt;3: …i miss you

as you reread the last text over and over again, different feelings start flooding your mind: lovesickness, longing, sadness, and…lust.

yes, you haven't been dating for that long, and your busy schedules made it difficult to meet up. mingi, being the gentleman that he is, always made the most out of your dates; taking you out to different restaurants you've always wanted to try, and planning other fun things that made you fall for him every single time.

although those sentiments were very touching and thoughtful, you have to admit that you were ready for more. you were ready for more than little pecks on the cheek, you were ready for more than tentative cuddles while watching tv. 

the problem is, you don't know how to bring it up to him. mingi always seemed so happy whenever you had time for each other that you convinced yourself that where you guys are right now is enough. 

a loud ring shakes you out of your thoughts. you look at your phone, a bright "minki <3" pops up on the screen. clearing your throat, you answer the phone and put it on speaker, letting it rest on the pillow beside you.

"hellooooooo beautiful~", mingi's soft yet melodic voice makes your heart skip a beat.

"you were taking a while to answer, so i thought i'd call you. are you doing ok?"

you take a few deep breaths, hoping he didn't notice how your breathing had become uneven.

"no no i'm ok, just a bit tired", you reply.

you could practically hear the pout on his lips when he replied.

"awww you shouldn't be working too hard. how am i supposed to talk to you if you're tired?".

you chuckled as he continued to curse at your workplace for making you work so hard.

after a brief silence, you hear mingi take a deep breath, and proceed to say something that made your efforts to stay calm go to waste.

"i wish i was with you right now."

calming yourself down, you manage to reply, "i wish so too, mingi."

"oh really? it doesn't sound like it". his voice practically oozed with sarcasm.

rolling your eyes, you say, "of course i want to be with my boyfriend".

"well i don't believe you~", mingi says in a cute little sing-song voice.

"then what do i have to do to prove it to you?".

"kiss me".

huh???, you think in awe. "mingi, darling, you're miles away, how am i supposed to kiss you?"

"kiss me through the phone~", he replies, as he continues singing the rest of the song in an out of tune voice that makes you giggle.

"ok ok fine", you say after you stop giggling.

you pucker up your lips and give your phone a big smooch. a small laugh from your phone makes you smile.

"thank you, love. i really needed that".

you and mingi talk a little more before he dozes off, still on call. you let the call continue, not having the heart to cut it off. picking up your laptop, you start working on an email while listening to mingi's deep breathing and incoherent mumbles.

"mmh, baby".

you freeze, slowly turning your head towards the phone, not believing what you are hearing.

you hadn't noticed before, but small moans had accompanied mingi's breathing. your face starts to heat up as you struggle to keep your heart rate down. what was he dreaming about that made him say stuff like that in his sleep?

"fuuuuck yeah, right there".

this was the last straw. you quickly grab your phone and end the call, still in shock at what you had just heard, and ashamed at yourself for letting it affect you the way it did. 

after calming yourself down, you close your laptop and head to bed, your mind reeling over the phone call you just had.

[quinns-shadowy-arts]

They'll Be Ok, They're Ok

Day 6 of @steddielovemonth ‘s Steddie Love Month Event!   Rating: Teen  CW: Arguing, Angst Tags:  Arguing, Insults, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending.  WC: 2,028 Prompt: “Love is giving them space when they need it”; submitted by @lihhelsing 

Note: Technically this is late. But it’s only 11ish where I am, and I was swamped with work until after the 12 am EST had already passed. So I’m still going to post this. Also, this has not been edited. So if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. Enjoy!  

Things have been…tense, to say the least. Family video has been packed with asshole customers, more so than usual. Robin has been gone with her parents on a trip, which has left Steve working shifts with Keith. The customers have been getting on Steve's nerves and Keith's been no help. 

The customers yell and fight Steve every step of the way. It's only renting a movie, the customers shouldn’t be so pissed at every turn, if Steve has anything to say about it. Keith has been avoiding doing his job by locking himself in the back room under the guise of “filing inventory reports”. Steve knows better though. He knows that Keith has been sitting around eating cheetos and generally being weird. Every one of these aspects has been pushing Steve to his limit.

Eddie hasn't been faring any better. The guys at the record store have been really getting on his nerves lately. They've been teasing him for anything and everything. This usually isn't a problem; they tease him, he teases back, and it's all good. But their teasing has turned south. It’s gone from light hearted jokes to cutting remarks. So Eddie feels like shit about himself and everything he’s doing. 

This has led to both of them being on edge when they get home. Usually they’re fine with the other one in their space. But today was the tipping point for them both. Eddie’s mumbling around the kitchen is pushing Steve’s final buttons; and Steve’s tense body language and cold glare has ticked Eddie off. 

“Can you just stop?” Steve glares at Eddie. Eddie turns around to look at Steve. He’s standing in the entryway of the kitchen, arms crossed and looking down right bitchy. Eddie shuts the cabinet he was digging through. 

“Stop what, Steve?” Eddie asks. He hasn’t really done anything. They hadn’t said hello or kissed at the door like they usually do. Eddie’s only been in the kitchen and the hallway. Right when he walked in he kicked off his shoes, threw his jacket onto the back of the couch, walked into the kitchen, and started looking around for something to eat. 

“Just, everything” Steve says, he’s still glaring in Eddie’s direction. Eddie leans back against the counter, faking nonchalance.  

“Steve, I haven’t even pissed yet. What the hell have I done to piss you off?” Eddie remarks. This was the wrong thing to say. 

“Fucking- Everything! You come in here, don’t even fucking say hello, and then come in here and start slamming cabinets and shit. You’re muttering under your breath like a mad man and taking out your anger on my nice shit, Eddie!” Steve shouts. His whole body is tense with stress and anger. 

“Well, you didn’t exactly come fucking running to the door, Steve. You could’ve said hello too, y’know!” Eddie shouts back. He’s still leaning against the counter, trying to act like he isn’t as upset as he is. 

“Can you just fucking go sit down and be quiet or something!? I can’t fucking handle your erratic fucking movements today.” Steve yells. He knows that Eddie hasn’t actually done anything to warrant that response. But Steve’s pissed and he really can’t handle any extra movement right now. He just needs some peace and quiet. 

Eddie feels ice shoot down his spine. Not only has his coworkers criticized him all day today, discreetly telling Eddie that he’s too much; Now his boyfriend is too. Steve’s supposed to love him no matter what. He’s supposed to love Eddie and all of his quirks, overwhelming energy included. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve? You ‘can’t handle my erratic movements’ today?” Eddie pushes off of the counter and mimes quotations with his fingers,

“Am I too much for you Steve? Am I too much for the great King Steve?” Eddie knows that Steve hates it when anyone calls him that horrible title. Steve has changed, he really has, but Eddie knows that it’ll hurt. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry your highness! Whatever can I do to make it up to you!?” Eddie mocks, clasping his hands together like he’s begging for forgiveness. 

Steve’s mouth pulls tight, forming an angry frown. His face has turned red, his heart hurts. 

“You can give me some fucking space; That’s what you can do, Asshole!” Steve screams, throwing his arms up. 

“Fine!” Eddie yells. He lets his hands fall into fists at his sides. He storms past Steve, shoulder-checking him on his way out. He pushes his feet into his boots, not bothering to tie or zip them up. He rips his jacket off of the couch and storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him. 

Steve stares after him for a minute. He turns around and walks away from the kitchen. 

“He’s fucking ridiculous.” Steve murmurs as he walks into his room. He half haphazardly throws his clothes in random directions as he changes out of his work clothes. Once he’s in some comfortable clothes, he crawls into his bed. His body aches from standing all day. 

Steve stews in his anger for a bit longer, but eventually the adrenaline wears off and he realizes what he’s done. Sure, Eddie called him King Steve, but Steve did start the fight. Eddie really hadn’t done anything to piss Steve off as much as he was. Steve knows how stressed Eddie has been. He’s told Steve about how his coworkers have been getting meaner and meaner lately.  Shit, he doesn’t even know where Eddie has gone. 

“Fuck,” Steve whispers. He wants to go find Eddie, to apologize and reassure Eddie that no, he isn’t too much. But Steve knows how Eddie gets when he’s mad. He needs to go walk it off. He needs space to yell and cry and calm down on his own. So despite everything yelling at Steve to get up and search all of Hawkins for Eddie, he stays put. 

Eddie had gotten into his van and drove off, speeding and breaking traffic laws in order to get away. He knows that he shouldn’t be driving, it’s dangerous to drive when upset. So he pulls off of the main road and onto a smaller dirt road. He follows the trail until he’s at the top of the quarry. He throws his van into park and steps out onto the ground. He walks over the edge and looks out at the water. 

“What a fucking dick. I didn’t even do anything to him, fucking asshole.” Eddie rambles on as he scans the ground. He spots a palm sized rock, smooth but rotund. He picks it up, tosses it slightly up into the air a couple of times before turning his attention back to the water. He winds his arm back and chucks the rock into the quarry. 

He watches as the rock falls into the water, creating a big splash and an almost never ending ripple. He looks back to the ground, looking for more rocks. He collects three more rocks and throws them out into the water. 

After watching the final ripples dissipate, Eddie plops down onto the ground. He sighs out the last of his anger; sadness and a bone deep tiredness takes its place. 

“Am I really too much?” He questions. He sits criss-crossed and picks at the loose threads in his jeans. 

“Ok, I know he started it, but it wasn’t ok to call him ‘King Steve’. He’s changed, you know he’s changed.” Eddie talks to himself, it helps him debrief after particularly hard situations. Or, any situation, if he’s honest. 

“I still love him,” Eddie says, and he does. He really fucking loves Steve. Steve is his favorite person in the world, but what he said really fucking hurt. 

“The question is, does Steve love me?” Eddie questions. Even though Steve had yelled at him and picked the fight, Eddie feels it in his bones that Steve loves him. Steve shows that he loves him every single day. He still shows ways that he loves him even when he’s upset. Like last night, where Steve still made sure Eddie had eaten even though he was exhausted and still upset from work. 

Eddie wants to go find Steve, to apologize and hear him out. He wants to make sure Steve still knows that Eddie loves him, even though they just yelled at each other. 

But Steve asked for space, demanded more like it, but still. Eddie knows that Steve still needs space, Eddie will respect that. He gets up from his spot on the ground and climbs back into his van. He’ll give Steve his space tonight, and in the morning he’ll go over to Steve’s. 

Eddie shifts the gear into reverse and turns around. He pulls back onto the main road, turning to head back to the trailer. They’ll figure it out in the morning. 

Steve wakes up the next day. His blinds are shut, but he can tell it’s later than he normally would be awake based on the illuminated numbers on his alarm clock. He rubs at his eyes, remembering the night before. He needs to go apologize to Eddie. He opts to skip breakfast and go straight over to Eddie’s, after changing of course. 

He rolls out of bed and starts shucking off his pajama pants. He changes into new clothes, a light colored polo with jeans. He slips on his sneakers before stepping into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and fixes his hair. He doesn’t spend too long styling it, he wants to get over to Eddie’s as soon as possible. 

He jogs down the stairs, pulling on his jacket before pulling the door open. He’s about to step out when, 

“Eddie?” Steve asks. Eddie is standing on his porch, looking up from where he was looking at the pavement. It looks like he was pacing around before Steve had opened the door. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks. He tilts his head slightly as he speaks. 

“I wanted to apologize.” Eddie straightens out to look at Steve. He looks determined, but genuine nonetheless. 

“What, why?” Steve should be the one apologizing, not Eddie. Eddie was right, he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Steve was the one in the wrong. 

“I uh, I called you some hurtful things that I didn’t mean yesterday.” He says. Steve shakes his head,

“Eddie, you don’t need to apologize. You were being pretty accurate, man. I was acting like a total dick. I had a really bad day at work and I took it out on you, which I really shouldn’t have. I said you were too much; You’re not. You’re perfect just the way you are. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” Steve looks into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie softens at Steve’s apology. 

“I’m sorry too, Steve. I didn’t mean it when I called you King Steve. You’ve changed, you’re kind and loving and nothing like King Steve was. You show me that every single day. I just knew that it would hurt you. Which is, really fucked up. I was hurt from you saying that I was too much, but that doesn’t excuse me from hurting you right back.” Eddie says, reaching out to hold onto Steve’s hands. 

Steve smiles softly at Eddie. He holds firmly onto Eddie’s hands and pulls him into the house. Once he shuts the door behind Eddie, Steve pulls him into a tight hug. After a couple of minutes of hugging, Steve pulls away. He looks deeply into Eddie’s eyes, still holding onto his arms. 

He leans forward and kisses Eddie on the lips. Eddie grins into the kiss and Steve smiles right back. They’re less kissing and more just pressing their smiles into each other, but it’s the thought that counts. 

They both hold onto each other, knowing that they’re ok. They forgive each other, and love each other all the same. They’re ok. They’re ok now and they’ll be ok in the future. There are more fights and apologies to come, but they’ll be ok. 

No matter the space between them, no matter the angry shouts and unreasonable arguments; they’ll love each other more and more each day. They’ll be ok, they’re ok.

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Hey so it’s my birthday soon and I was wondering if you could write a fic about reader thing Wally forgot her birthday, but he’s just planning a surprise or something

Ps I loved I was never the best to you, hoping for a part 2 💜💜💜

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have the best day ever!! I hope you like this 💖

Eighteen Candles

Birthdays were always a big deal in your family. It was the one day that you were allowed to skip school, your mom would make you an epic birthday breakfast and then take you out for a shopping day. You were the only child your mom had so she always went big on birthdays, even now. Your mom comes to the school every year and lets go of ballon’s and brings a cake. It was the best day of the year for you. So when you and Wally got together you made sure to include him in your tradition.

Wally took it upon himself to make your birthday an epic event, he would force all the ghost to make party decorations and gather snacks and presents that they would take from the living students. So when you woke up and Wally wasn’t standing in front of you with that goofy smile and a bouquet of paper flowers (what it was hard to find real ones,plus this way they would never die) you were confused. You wondered the school trying to find him, when you finally found him on the field running laps. “Hey Wally!!”, you yell cupping your hands around your mouth now he could hear you. Wally runs up to you wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in and leaving a kiss on your forehead,”Hey baby what’s up?”, “Wally you’re all sweaty.” you pull apart from him taking his hand in yours. He just laughs looking down at you with that love struck look, “Sorry babe, do you need something?”. Do you need something?!?! What does he mean?! Did he suddenly get amnesia and forget that it was your birthday. “…Wally do you know what today is?”, he quirks his head a bit “It’s Friday.”. No, he wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday he remembered every year for the past two years. “Yeah but do you know what else it is?”, ok now he looked really confused “…..Earth day????”. Scoffing you take your hand out of his, “Earth day?!?….Wally that’s tomorrow, did you bump your head? Today is my birthday”, he doesn’t even look phased. What kind of boyfriend isn’t filled with panic when they forget their girlfriends birthday?!? What kind of boyfriend forgets their girlfriends birthday at all? “Oh…happy birthday sweetheart!”, he couldn’t be serious right now, “Yeah Wally thanks.” you turn around leaving him in your dust as you storm away. You couldn’t believe him.

Of course Wally remembered your birthday, especially this year it was your 18th. Yes technically ghost are stuck at the age they died, but birthdays were important for you. That’s why Wally planned to throw you the best surprise party ever. He even arranged it with Maddie to make sure Simon got your mom in the gym tonight for a birthday memorial. He had every ghost locked up in the gym preparing for your party. Well except for Rhonda and Charlie who were supposed to make sure you didn’t enter the gym.You stormed inside the school looking for someone, anyone who would remember what day today was, when you see Charlie and Rhonda talking against the gym doors (weird). “Hey guys!” catching their attention they turn towards you waving, “What are you doing??”. Charlie and Rhonda exchange looks trying to make up a lie, “Hey cherry pop. Mr Martin asked us to guard the door because the marching band decided to practice inside today. He didn’t want anyone bothering them”. ,That’s weird the marching band hardly ever leave the lawn, “Oh ok….Hey do y’all know what today is. I know it’s Friday but what else is it??”. They share a look not knowing what today is before Charlie finally responds, “Earth Day??”, you were going to scream, you swear you were going to scream bloody murder. “No that’s tomorrow” you state plainly before walking off. Did everyone get group amnesia?? Well at least you know your mom wouldn’t forget, she was here every year.

She wasn’t here. How could your mom not show up? You knew it has been two years but she couldn’t have just stopped coming,right? You look up at the trees to see if there was any birthday balloons, they always got stuck when she would release them. But there was none there, she just didn’t show up. You couldn’t believe everyone forgot your birthday. You knew that you were the only one who still cared, all of the other ghost becoming jaded about stuff like that. But you made a big deal out of it every year, How could no one remember?? After sitting out in the park lot for a couple hours you decided to give up once school got let out, retreating to the teachers lounge.

Laying down on the couch you stare up at the weird mold stains on the ceiling trying not to cry. You didn’t know how long you were there before Wally comes in causing you to sit up. “Hey what are you doing in here, I was looking for you?” You couldn’t believe him, “Oh I don’t know Wally maybe i was mopping because everyone forgot my birthday?!?!”. Ok so maybe Wally took the whole making sure you were surprised thing a little too far. “Ok come with me.”. You were about to protest but Wally grabs your hand pulling you up and dragging you out of the teachers lounge. “Wally what are you doing? Where are we going??”, Wally just leads you to the gym doors. Leaning his back on them and knocking on the door three times to signal everyone that you were there. Suddenly music starts coming from inside, it sounds like happy birthday. “I could never forget your birthday.”. Wally opens the door with his back leading you into the gym. Letting out a surprised gasp you see a banner that says happy birthday. All the ghost let out a,”Surprise!!”, you turn your head to take in everything and that’s when you see her. Your mom is Standing there with the principle and about 30 or so people, some being your past friends and she’s holding a cake. Your Birthday Balloons are tied down with a weight now they won’t fly away. Turning around to look up at Wally you see him looking down at you smiling trying to gage your reaction, “Happy birthday baby”. “Wally this is just.. i can’t even… just thank you” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a quick kiss. “Ok, ok, now come in here and blow out your birthday candles they are starting to give out.”, you look up to see Charlie holding a cake. Wally pulls you closer to everyone and you see it’s the same cake that your mom is holding with happy 18th written on it. Blowing out your candles you can’t believe that you thought Wally forgot, you should have known that he had something up his sleeve. Wally wraps his arms around you while Mr Martin cuts up the cake, serving it to the students.”What did you wish for?”, “Nothing i have everything i need.”

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My Aot Ships !SPOILERS!

EreMika (Eren x Mikasa) omg do I even need to elaborate? First of all THE FACT THAT MIKASA LOOKS PRETTIER WHEN ITS IN ERENS POV? And not to mention the fact that in episode 12 Ian even says to Mikasa 'defend your boyfriend' in sub and in dub he said 'go save the man you love' also when Eren asked Mikasa what he is to her it was obious he wasnt wanting the answer "your my family" AND THE FACT THAT THEY KISSED IN THE FINAL EPISODE

NicoSasha (Niccolo x Sasha) LITTERALLY CANNON BUT ISAYAMA HATES LOVE APARENTLY. Niccolo looked mesmerised and looked so inlove while blushing when he saw Sasha CRYING over how good his food was. Omg and the way he reacted when his conrad called Sasha a 'filth blooded potato grubbing devil' MY MAN WAS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE and when he said "What is this brat someone specil to you? Is that why he tried to protect you earlier? You care about him huh? Well I used to care about someone too! A DIRT BLOODED ELDIAN! A DECENDENT OF DEVILS! THE WOMAN WHO ENJOYED THE FOOD I COOKED MORE THAN ANYONE ID EVER MET BEFORE! She saved me from this shitty ass pointless war... she showed me that the person I ment to be as a man who brings people happiness through his cooking... that was Sasha Braus... she was amzing. AND YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!" OMG LIKE HOW CAN YOU HEAR HIM SAY THAT AND NOT THINK ITS CANNON?!

AurEtra (Ouro x Petra) OMG ISAYAMA LITTERALLY SAID THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED! Also I noticed that they argue very much like a couple. sorry i dont have much to say about this ship. I just really like it.

MikeNana (Miche x Nannaba) Ok listen. This isn't a mega huge ship I have I just think its really cute. Also everytime Miche and Nannaba interact omg its adorable. Thats about it.

KenUri (Kenny x Uri) THE WAY THEY INTERACTED WITH EACHOTHER OMGGG now I dont this its super inlove. I just think they were atleast a little inlove with eachoter. THEY ARE SOULMATES AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Also in the OFFICIAL AOT GUIDE BOOK THIS IS A CONVERSATION ISAYAMA HAD WITH AN INTERVEIWER Interviewer: "So he (Kenny) thought id he eliminated Uri, the world would become right again. But he lost the fight." Isayama: "Kenny's way of judging value is: 'The strong are in the right', and so for that reason he was attracted to Uri." LIKE OMG HE LITTERALLY SAID KENNY WAS ATTRACTED TO URI! (and no one say "oh well he wouldn't make Kenny be intrested in men" when Yumir and Historia are LITTERALLY CONFERMINED LESBIANS.

YumiHisu (Yumir x Historia) This is gonna be short because it's obious this ship is cannon. Yumir always telling Historia "You are so gonna have to marry me after all this shit is over!" When Historia was with Yumir after the tower fell. The way they looked at eachother. The fact that Historia was more worried about Yumir than anything when Reiner and Bertolt reveled their titans and took Eren and Yumir. WHEN YUMIR SAID TO REINER AND BERTOLT "You guys have no idea what it's like. She knows what a shitty person I am, but she still smiles at me. I can't..." THE FACT THAT HISTORIA TOLD YUMIR "I will always be your ally" EVEN AFTER YUMIR BASICALLY ATE HER. HISTORIA PROTECTING YUMIR WHEN MIKASA ALMOST KILLED HER TO SAVE EREN! WHEN HISTORIA SAID "But with Yumir gone I've lost my purpose. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore." OMG NOT TO MENTION THE LETTER?! 'To my dear Historia, as I write this Reiner's standing at my side. He knows this is a love letter, but he's still sneaking peaks. Honestly, it's no wonder the creep's still single. That said.. he did give me his word that he'd deliver this letter to you. He says he owes me for the time I doubled back to save him. I'm sorry about then... I never would've imagined myself choosing those two.. over you... I'm going to die soon. But... I'll die without regrets. Or that's what I'd like to say. Truth is... I do have one. It's that I never got to marry you. With Love, Yumir' I MEAN HOW CAN YOU READ THAT AND NOT SHIP THEM?!

MobuHan (Moblit x Hange) OMG MOBLITS PRTECTIVENESS AND THE WAY HES SO PACIENT WITH THEM! He's always trying to protect them. AND HOW THEY INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER! M: "I don't think thats the way you want to talk to the leader of our whole regiment" H: "SHUT UP >:( AS I WAS SAYING" ALSO THIS MOMENT. M: "PLEASE DONT GO ALONE! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!" AND MOBLITS LITTLE "STOPPPP!" WHEN HANGE RODE AWAY! H: "dont try to call me bluff" M: "Please dont!"

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♡𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒♡ || 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Blood Moon Ball

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Tomco moments (CASTOR IS M/N!!) m/n(castor) has golden eyes sometimes, well, born with them, but naturally supposed to have blue eyes.

[Scene 1*s1 ep 8*]

The ground shook as a burst of flames erupted from the ground. There stood a carriage and its horse. ¨Hey, that's a handicap spot,¨ a guy who was laying down, now sitting up, said before playing a few notes on his keytar.

A person stepped out of the carriage, walking with steps of fire into the school. He got stares. Some whispered, and some gawked. He finally reached his destination. Walking straight into the classroom stopping in front of a goth girl who was surprised by his sudden appearance. She was soon lifted along with her desk into the air by fire(which didn't harm her). He floated into the air toward Castor and Star who sat beside each other. Well, the siblings were surprised to see him IN THE MORTAL RELM! He took his shades off and tossed them aside. ¨Hey Castor, I'm here to take you[makes a crescent red moon with fire] to the Blood Moon Ball,¨ he announced with his arm stretched outward to him.

Being pushed outside with a fire trail behind as Castor repeated the word no. His sister followed behind. Star opened the door with her wand.¨You need to leave right now. Take your carriage,[hands him his book] and the fire, and dead horse and go back to the underworld,¨ Castor told him. The horse frowned as he looked at Castor ¨Wait, I'm dead?¨ the siblings put on dissatisfied neutral faces and started to head back to their classroom. But Tome grinned and pulled Castor back with his fire causing Star to stop ¨Tom! Put my brother down, right now.¨

[Aponi meaning Butterfly - since his last name is also Butterfly (^^;)]

¨Oh, come on Aponi. It's the Blood Moon Ball.[floats in the air holding Castor]It only happens once every 667 years¨ he said, dipping Castor. Castor has an instinct of teleporting when he feels like he needs to so he teleported next to Star. ¨We broke up, don't you remember? Or do I need to remind you?¨ ¨Period,¨ Star finished, pulling her brother along with her, and leaving.

¨Wait(x6)[grabs his hand]Castor, hang on. I'm a changed man ok. I've got a coach, Brian{¨Hey¨}he's awesome. A happy bunny and[shows pin] I have been anger free for 53 days,¨ he explained to him. Not gonna lie the siblings were astonished. ¨53?¨ both said at the same time. Tom grinned. ¨ Don't you wanna pet my bunny?¨

[Aponi meaning Butterfly - since their last name is butterfly (^^;)]

Star smiles at the bunny ¨Well, he is adorable,¨ she mentioned. Castor agreed as he was about to pet the bunny but Marco came up from behind them and karate-chopped Tom's hand off. ¨Hiya! Back off demon!¨ ¨Marco!¨ both of the twins exclaimed. Tom looked up evilly at Marco. His eyes lit bright red...¨Oh, no/Uh, oh...¨(both at the same time) Toms therapist went to him and grabbed his shoulders, walking him in a circle, saying ¨Walk it out and talk it out,¨ repeatedly as Tom's head and eyes didn't move from Marco's sight. ¨Marco...you'd better run,¨ Castor told him. ¨Yeah, Castor's right¨ star agreed. The two siblings started ushering Marco away in a different direction.

¨Oh, no(x8)*nervous laugh*That's..why i got my support system.¨ As saying so his hand was playing with the bunny. His hand floated back to his wrist. ¨I'm good. Got the angries out. Everything is [pets bunny fast] whoo, under control.¨ the bunny frizzed up. Both siblings could tell he was trying his best. But Castor could tell he was still mad, just faking it.

¨Marco, don't karate him. This is...Tom,¨ she told him sighing after. Marco's eyes widened a little ¨Demon ex-boyfriend Tom?¨ ¨Tom this is Marco(^^)¨ Castor said so kindly, too kindly. Tom hesitated. ¨Nice to uh meet you..Marco¨ he greeted as he shook his hand..(toms hand was still floating apart from his wrist) ¨Whaaat is he doing here?¨

Castor started answering Marco's question ¨Well he...um¨ (so she finishes it for him)¨-wants to take us to the Blood Moon Ball,¨ she muttered aloud. ¨Star, Castor, never go with a predator to a second location¨ he warned.

¨Look, I can see you're mad. You think I'm a total jerk, I get it. But I have changed,¨ he says looking at Castor before walking up to him as he grabbed his hands. ¨Remember[smiles] I'm not the only one with horns,¨ he mentioned, making the two siblings smile. The skeleton horse(on fire/with a frown) that was pulling the carriage interrupted

¨Why didn't you tell me I'm dead?¨ Marco got in front of the horse's view putting up his hands ready to karate chop Tom again. Tom put his hands up went up to the carriage and opened the door ¨Noo pressure. If you decide you guys are going, just toll this bell.¨ he handed Castor the bell, got in the carriage and it lit on fire. He slid his hand through the fire which created an opening. ¨Whoops[chuckles] almost forgot the little hammer. I hope I see you there¨ he says the last part specifically looking at Castor. After the carriage vanished both sibling frowned and their eyes sparkled.

At Marco's house. He wore a hat as he peered from a door. He squinted his eyes. ¨ You're making a big mistake you guys.¨ ¨Maybe, but it'll be fun,¨

¨Yeah, don't worry Marco¨ both siblings reassured him as went into the dressing room to change outfits.(They're comfortable changing next to each other bc they're siblings) Marco came in

¨Why don't you guys just stayy here where it's alwayys funn? Like [shrugs] guaranteed¨

¨Well, Castor wanted me to go with him. He was the one that was actually supposed to go. He said[mimics]If my sister can't come with me, then I'm not going.' And besides, this is a different kind of fun,¨ she says before pressing a button on the side of her mirror changing it into a dressing screen.

¨ Don't look, we're gonna change.¨

¨No peeking,¨ Castor throwing in a comment on purpose.(dw its not awkward for them-it happens on a regular basis, even ever since they were babies)

Marco put his Mexican hat in front of his face with a wee blush on his face. ¨Whatever. I just don't trust Tom. maybe I should go with you guys,¨ ¨Marco you weren't invited,¨ she informed him, giving Castor a hand gesture to help her with her dress.

¨Besides, you gotta trust us to do the right [gets magic device]thing for mySELLLF.¨ And vwella, her hair was done. ¨Aree you okay Star?¨

¨Yeeah, totally(x3). I just gotta stop using magic on um on my face.¨

Now, Castor..he thought it was ok but wanted to help out..just a little..right. Nah he did her whole outfit and everything...I guess.. He overdid it. But she still loved it. He has good taste you know. His whole fit was already done.

¨All I'm saying is guys like Tom, never change,¨he shakes his head as he sees Star's leg pointing outward to put on her thigh highs. He freaked out an looked away quickly.

¨Where, there's only one way for us to find out,¨ she said as they finished..or Castor helped her finish..then she slid the mirror changing screen over.

¨What do you think?/How do we look?¨ both say at the same time. It's a habit of theirs. Marco peeked from his hat to make sure the coast was clear to look.

(your fit and look and Stars)

¨You guys look..amazing,¨ he complimented.

¨Thanks, Marco. Castor helped me out with the look,¨ ¨Yeah, thanks, buddy¨

¨Don't gooo,¨ Marco whispered Star whispered back, and both siblings smiled. ¨We're totally goingg,¨ then Castor lifted the bell...and tolled it. [DONGGG]fire shot up from outside. A minotaur (?) with wings flew up to the balcony along with a bar with chains holding up a carriage with no wheels. It opens by itself and smoke clears out.

¨Hmm, smells like burnt toast,¨ she said walking towards it t get in. Castor followed. Marco watched them leave. ¨Let's get this show on the road!¨ she exclaimed, punching the roof of the carriage. ¨Which floor mortals?¨ the minotaur asked looking at them.

¨Um..I guess..the bottom,¨ she answers not sounding sure where they were supposed to go. Oh well, guess they'll figure it out huh? ¨HUH?![ready to get in]Let me just get in with you(UcU),¨ Marco obliged but Stars just shoved him out with her foot.

¨Goodbye Marco¨ they both smiled happily. Castor waved..but that soon turned into a grin after his sister starts a tactic to scare him ¨See you after the Blood Moon Ball~OoooOoo,¨ she says before the doors close themselves. The minotaur flew down as he vanished into the igniting fire.

You guys arrive at this big dance room and another bell rings. And there's Tom. He smiled at the two. ¨Castor and Star Butterfly, don't you guys clean up nice.¨

¨Uh...thank you. I guess,¨ Castor was so quiet..why is he being so quiet today?

¨Um..Castor, I got you this,¨Tom reached out to hand him a gift...a 'pet-looking' spider to be specific. It caught his attention.

¨Hm? What is it?¨ Castor asked taking it. ¨Its..a hair thing. It goes in your hair. It'll help you fit in down here,¨ he explained.

{Sometimes he calls star Pollux — Castor is a bright star in the constellation Gemini that, along with Pollux, is one of the two main guideposts for the asterism that is sometimes nicknamed "The Twins." At magnitude 1.58, Castor is the 20th brightest star in Earth's night sky}

¨That's nice of you but..can it also be used as a pet?¨ he asked. ¨Oh, yeah, you can do that too,¨ Tom responded so Castor just put it on his shoulder. He didn't wanna ruin his hair. If he would've known Tom was gonna get him something he would've worn it but...nah.

¨Oh, I also got you one Star,¨ Tom says to be generous but she kinda sorta didn't want it..so she dodged it as he was trying to put it on her head. How sweet Tom. But yeah I kinda got my own thing goin' on here. I'm pretty happy with it you know. Castor did it for me can I don't wanna ruin it. Remember how he gets when its accidentally messed up,¨ she explained.

¨Oh, yeah[nervous laugh]right. I forgot,¨

Castor -¨I do not!¨ carrot exclaimed...Tom and Star made a sort of smirk like you sure bout that look.

¨Hey, Tom where'd you put the spider you were about to give me?¨

¨Oh, it's right here,¨ Tom says as he was about to give it to her. ¨Tom, if you put that in her hair I won't forgive you.¨ his eyes were golden with an intense glare. Tom retreated the spide back¨On second thought your hair looks nice,¨

Castor walked past his sister and says ¨Sister don't test my patients¨ she sweatdropped with a nervous laugh, ¨Rigght.¨

¨Let's get going shall we,¨ Tom said to break the tension. So they started walking. ¨Yeah lets go have fun now!¨ Star said excitedly. Tom grunted in a mad-ish manner. His therapist came up with his bunny ¨You can be positive that your anger is negative¨

So back at the house, Marco was super lonely. He was bored..there was nothing to do, he was also eating some tortilla chips. Soon enough he looked at the toll the siblings had left behind. Thinking if he should go or not even though he was told not to.

Back with Tom, Castor, and Star, were in line for a picture. A monster with a red cloak is ready to take the picture of a lovely monster couple. ¨Smmilee¨ [click] and pink blood spatted on them. ¨Beautiffulll¨

Next up, the siblings and Tom. ¨I am so excited to be covered in blood with you,¨ Tom tells Castor with a gentle tone, holding his hand. Along with that, Castor was holding his sister's hand with the other.

¨But don't worry, it's not real. it s from a unicorn,¨

¨My friend is a unicorn,¨ Star says budding in. ¨Well they're not related,¨ he told her. And her stubbornness not to try things his way was frustrating him.

¨I'm- We are not gonna bathe in unicorn blood Tom,¨ she told him. He repeatedly kept moving his hand behind his back grunting. ¨What's that hand doing back there/What're you doing?¨ they asked at the same time before they peeked being his back.

¨Nothing.¨ It was his bunny and his therapist. The therapist was holding the bunny up for him. Star: ¨Oh, wait a second–¨

Castor: ¨–Are you getting angry?¨ 

How was this so far?? I have more but i wanna post the other stories i had an idea for! BYE, I HOPE U ENJOED!!

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Believe in me (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

**Requested by @ghwoticz . I hope you and everyone else enjoys this ❤️**

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"Hi, my love", you said, hugging your boyfriend when he opened the door.

"Hello".

"What should we do today? Movie? Go out for dinner? Cuddles?"

You were walking towards the sofa and couldn't see how stiff and uncomfortable Julián looked.

"All of the above?", you asked, turning to look at him smiling until you saw his expression. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, a bit tired. And I didn't know you were coming today".

"I thought I would surprise you", was he not happy to see you? "Did you have any other plans?"

"No, but I thought you would".

"What is that supposed to mean, Julián?"

"Nothing. I'm just…maybe we can stay home. I don't feel like going out".

“Of course. I just want to spend time with you. I don’t care where”.

His attitude still confused you but maybe he was being honest. You were also grumpy when you were tired.

After dinner, you two moved to the sofa to watch a movie. But you couldn't concentrate on it at all. You could only think about how cold Julián was towards you. It almost seemed like he didn't want you to hug him, so you ended up just sitting next to him after his rejection. It was so different from his usual behaviour. Physical touch was your main love language, so his attitude hurt more than it would for other people. 

"I'll go home now", you said when the movie was over.

"You're not staying?"

"What for, Julián? So you ignore me some more?".

"I wasn't ignoring you", he tried to defend himself, but it was a weak argument he didn't even believe.

"Whatever. Just let me know when my presence will actually be welcomed. I don't enjoy being with people who don't want me there".

You tried really hard not to sound hurt but it was almost impossible.

Julián just let you leave and then stared at the door, thinking about how to do this. His feelings were hurt too but he didn't know how to tell you about everything that was going through his mind without hurting you in the process. So he stayed quiet and kept those feelings to himself.

And we all know how well things end when one keeps their feelings to themselves.

                                      **

Julián had been insecure about your relationship since the very beginning. 

First because of how fast everything happened. He met you a couple of days after arriving in Manchester and even though you both talked about taking things slow, your feelings were too strong and you decided to act on them. Why wait?, you told him. And he agreed.

Making your relationship public didn't help much. You kept on getting abuse on social media and whenever he posted photos with you, he got mean comments as well. She wouldn't be with you if you weren't a footballer…what if that was true? Looking at photos of you together, or simply looking at you, made him feel maybe those comments had a point. He didn’t feel good enough for you. No matter how much you reassured him. 

The biggest point of contention for his fans was your best friend, Pat. Because he happened to be a man and everyone liked to make a big deal out of it. As if men and women couldn't just be friends.

Julián understood that and was okay with it…at first. He wasn't necessarily jealous of your friend but was getting tired of people telling him you were cheating on him every time you posted a simple story with Pat. He knew it was stupid to be jealous, but his mind played tricks on him.

All of that together didn't help him but the thing that really made him change was finding out you had dated a footballer before. Why didn't you tell him?

He wouldn't have cared much about it. The guy was no longer in Manchester anyways. But the fact that you hid it made it look to him like you had a reason for it. And it bothered him. A lot.

But how could he tell you about it without you getting angry at him? And what if you wanted to finish your relationship after hearing all these reasons why he was annoyed? He didn't know what to do and it was driving him insane.

                                          **

A couple of days later, Julián still hadn't contacted you. Was he really so immature? He didn't seem to be but just ghosting you like this wasn't something you were going to put up with.

"Hi", he said, surprised to see you at his front door again.

"We need to talk".

You saw his face falling at your words but he moved to let you in anyway.

"Why are you doing this? We were happy, weren't we? Why are you now ignoring me? Do you…do you want to break up with me?"

You didn't even want to say those words out loud because you meant what you said. You were happy. Both of you were. In fact, you had never been happier before.

"No, I don't", he said, struggling to continue. "I don't know how to say this".

"You're scaring me", he really, really was scaring you. How would you cope with him dumping you?

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Now he was making even less sense.

"What truth?"

"That this wasn't your first time dating a footballer. I would have preferred to learn it from you, you know?"

This can't be happening again.

"What are you insinuating, Julián?"

"I'm not insinuating anything", he rushed to say. This is what he feared would happen. "But you have to understand it's something I wanted to know. I don't mind it but …".

"You seem to be very bothered for someone who says you don't mind it. And you know what? Maybe you should ask me if things are true before believing everyone else".

"I saw the photos. I…".

"You have no idea what you saw. But still made up your mind about who I am before asking for an explanation. I thought you were better than that".

You couldn't take this any longer. It was too painful to now be treated this way by your own boyfriend.

"Please, don't leave!"

"Now you want me to stay? Well, I don't want to. I don’t need to be insulted further".

"But…", you could tell how bad he felt but it was all his doing. "I'm leaving in a couple of days. I can't leave for the World Cup with us being like this".

"You should have thought about that before you messed up".

And with that, you left him and didn't answer any calls or texts. Staying at your best friend's house, you could also run away from the inevitable times when Julián went to your place to ask you to forgive him. You couldn't even face him right now.

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But the anger didn't last too long. Only a week later, you were already missing Julián. But he was now in Qatar. And even though you had been invited to go with him months ago, you knew that invitation was now gone.

Good. It'd prevent you from making a mistake. 

But that didn't mean you stopped watching his matches. No, you watched all of them and still felt proud to see him doing so well. Despite how easy it was for him to change his opinion of you. To believe those who just wanted to break you two up. He made it so easy for them to hurt you.

There was a reason why you didn't tell him about Joel. And it was definitely not the one he assumed. 

                                              **

"And he's gone and won the World Cup", said your best friend Pat, who you have been forcing to watch all the matches.

"Yeah".

"Send him a message".

"I don't think that's a good idea", you said. And you had had time to think about it because you've almost sent him one after every match. 

"Are you broken up then?"

"I don't really know".

Pat just shook his head at you. "Well, couples usually know whether they are together or not. Idiots struggle a bit more".

"Thanks".

Pat stopped you from leaving the room by hugging you.

"I tell you this because I care. Please talk to him and fix this. You are great together. Don't let a misunderstanding destroy that".

“You know why his actions hurt me so much”. Pat knew everything, of course.

“I do. But…I get his reaction too. And I know the moment you two talk, you’ll sort this out. Please. I want you to be happy again”.

                                            **

Julián couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you had liked his photo celebrating winning the World Cup. And not only that, you had actually sent him a text congratulating him. What was he supposed to do now?

The whole month had been torture for him. Not knowing how to talk to you was killing him. But he didn't want to mess things up even more. You were supposed to be there with him and you weren't. And whose fault was it? Only his.

And if things got so bad so quickly while in the same place, how much easier would it be to have more misunderstandings being so far away from each other? Not being able to truly see each other's reactions.

The lack of photos with you hadn't gone unnoticed. Julián was often bored in the hotel and checked his comments on Instagram. And he also checked the ones you got. It was a habit he got when you first started to get abuse. He spent too much time reporting messages but couldn't help it. It seemed like the only way he could defend you, since you didn't let him post something so people stopped insulting you.

In those messages, there were plenty of comments about you. You weren't there because you had broken up. That's what everyone assumed. And because you kept posting videos with Pat, he also kept on getting comments about you cheating on him and how he should dump you. How you weren’t good enough for him.

Those comments always made him laugh seeing how he always felt as if he was the one not good enough for you.

He knew all that was said about you wasn't true. He still didn't understand why you had lied to him about dating another player but that was your past. He knew who you were right now. He knew you were loyal. 

"Thank you ❤️", he quickly wrote and sent before he could regret it. I shouldn’t have added the heart emoji!, he thought. 

He could see you saw the message right away. But you didn't answer. Great.

"Can we please talk when I'm back in Manchester?"

Two blue ticks. But no answer.

He was putting his phone away to get ready to go celebrate with the team when he heard it vibrate.

"Yes. Let's talk".

                                                **

You felt like it had been ages since the last time you were at Julián’s house. And being back there made you feel insecure all of a sudden. He was going to break up with you, you were sure. 

That’s why you hesitated to ring the doorbell, waiting a whole minute until you did it. And then you felt the need to run away but didn’t because your legs felt like jelly, so you doubted running was an option right now.

“Hi”.

When you saw Julián, you couldn’t help but start crying. You had missed him so much and have hurt so much after your fight.

“Don’t. Please, don’t cry”, he said, bringing you closer to him to hug you tightly. He had missed holding you so much.

When you finally stopped crying, he led you inside the house. Being able to hold his hand again after such a long time felt so good.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am”, he said.

“I’m sorry too. I don’t think I’ve handled things too well but…there is a reason why I didn’t tell you about Joel. It’s a painful memory”.

“He hurt you?”

“Not in the way you think”, you told him. Ready to tell your story.

You met Joel three years ago and became friends immediately. He was still at the United Academy and your family were all United fans so it seemed like fate.

For you, he was like Pat. A great friend but just that. There wasn’t a moment where you imagined a romantic relationship with him but he wasn’t on the same page. You didn’t expect that would happen, since he had a girlfriend. But he still started to flirt with you all the time and you tried to stop that without losing your friendship.

When his girlfriend found out, she was so angry at you. He told her it was you following him all the time and that he had done nothing wrong. But once she calmed down you showed her some of his messages and she dumped him.

But that didn’t work for Joel. He couldn’t lose so he posted photos of the two of you dancing and hugging and made it look like there was more happening, to try and convince his then ex to give him another chance by making you look like the liar. But she didn’t believe him.

“And those are the photos you saw. I never dated him. You are the only football player I’ve dated and, to be honest when I found out you were a player, I almost didn’t want to talk to you again”, you finished telling him.

He put his hand on his face and sighed. “I’m so stupid”.

“You should have asked me, Julián. It hurt so much to think Joel was still managing to hurt me nowadays. That he had so much power. And…that you doubted me".

“Please, forgive me”, he said, holding your hands and looking into your eyes. “I just let my insecurities take over. You have no idea how sorry I am”.

His insecurities? 

“What do you mean? When are you insecure?”

“Always”, he laughed. “Whenever I am with you. I mean, look at you and then look at me. It doesn’t make sense”.

“You are stupid, yes. Because nothing has ever made more sense to me than you and I being together”.

“Really?”

“Really. Let me show you”.

[britany1997]

Love your writing it’s amazing. I saw someone do a little headcannon with modernday lost boys and they were toxic can I please have a modernday David x reader where he leaves you on seen everyday but when you take more then a second to respond god forbid it. Thank you <3

Male Manipulator

Thank you🥹 happy to write this for you!

Thank you so much to @iovesia for letting me use her Modern Toxic David headcanon for this! You can read her amazing toxic lost boys blurb here:)

Modern! Toxic! David x GN Reader

(This is gonna be a big deviation from my usual fluff y’all)

Warnings: ANGST, Manipulation, TOXIC toxic David, derogatory language (one use of “attention w****.”), yanking and arm pulling, emotionally abusive behavior, the tiniest hint of implied dub-con at the end, David is NOT NICE in this

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David rolled his eyes as your text notification flashed on his screen. He swiped it away and continued to scroll through tinder. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the bar an hour ago for your birthday celebration, but he liked to keep you waiting. Wanting him.

You sighed as you looked down at your phone, leaning against the bar while scrolling through a string of unanswered texts to your boyfriend. Your bestfriend snatched your phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You said.

“I’m turning this off!” Your friend said while pressing the power button, “he’s not coming. You should just enjoy this time with the people who actually care about you! When are you gonna dump that asshole??”

“He’s not an asshole,” you murmured, “if he’s not here I’m sure he’s doing something important! What if he wrecked his motorbike? What if the hospital calls me and I can’t answer because my phone’s off???”

Your friend glared at you.

“Ok ok fine,” you said, surrendering and taking the drink from their outstretched hand.

David stared down at his phone in confusion. He had sent you back a “omw” almost fifteen minutes ago. He scoffed as he got out of his wheelchair and sped off to the bar on his bike.

David strode in, spotting you laughing and chatting with your friends at the bar. You were radiant when you smiled. David hated that everyone at the bar was getting to see you like this. You should only look that good for him.

He stomped over to the bar and grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him.

“Davey,” you said, obviously buzzed, “you came! They all said you wouldn’t show but I knew you would.” You told him while gesturing to the group of friends surrounding you.

Your friends looked down sheepishly, terrified of David.

David pressed his lips together into a straight line, “of course I came,” he fumed, “wouldn’t miss my baby’s birthday.”

“You’d just be almost two hours late,” your best friend piped up.

David shot them a look that could freeze over an active volcano, “I would have been here earlier, but my little brother Laddie wasn’t feeling well. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself now could I?” He asked

Your friend shot him a look of disbelief, but didn’t say anything else. They knew that if they fought back any more, it would just push you further into his arms.

“C’mon,” David said to you, “we’re leaving.”

“You can’t be serious,” your friend scoffed.

“Do we really have to go?” You asked him. You had been having so much fun.

He glared at you. “Yes. C’mon,” he said grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out of the bar.

Your friends watched with pity in their eyes, no matter how many times they urged you to leave David, you never did. Your rose colored glasses prevented you from seeing him for the monster he truly was.

When you and David arrived at the cave you could tell he was livid. “Why didn’t you answer my text?” He asked you dryly.

“That’s what your upset about?” You asked him, laughing to yourself. “My phone was off! I was trying to enjoy the moment.”

David scoffed and shook his head at you, “liar,” he spit. “Were you texting other guys? Chatting on dating apps?” He accused, “You’re a cheating attention whore.”

You gasped, you had no idea where this was coming from, you had never done anything but love David. “I would never!” You protested, “my phone really was turned off David, I swear!”

He gritted his teeth, “I love you. I am so good to you. I care for you. And this is how you treat me?” Tears were streaming down his face, “how could you do this to me? How could you hurt me like this? Aren’t I enough for you?” He asked you. “Don’t you understand how much I love you? You’re everything to me, but I can’t even get a text back from you?”

He cupped your face in his hands, “you’ll break my heart if you leave. You’re still mine aren’t you?”

Tears started to pour from your own eyes, “I’m sorry David,” you cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I love you too I love you so much. I’ll never leave you I promise.”

He wiped tears from his eyes

“I’ll never turn my phone off like that again,” you promised.

He sniffled and nodded in response, pulling you into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest, ashamed of yourself.

David pulled back a bit, “want to make it up to me baby?” He asked, wiping another tear.

“Yes David,” you answered, “I’ll do anything.”

“You know,” he said sniffling, “your mouth always makes me feel better.”

“Of course,” you said as you sunk to your knees.

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