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[livexdolan]

The Cage - Part One

A/n: so hi! This is a UFC based fic about Grayson Dolan. This is an AU with an OC. There is no face claim as of now but they might change idk. I’m not going to ramble lol I’m just very very nervous. Anywho please enjoy and let me know what you think! There will be many parts to this series by the way lol so this part is kind of slow but just wait aha

Word Count: 5924

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, explicit language, and triggering topics (maybe?) mentioned

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be famous- never telling anyone but I’ve always wanted to know- wanted to get in the head of someone famous and see what they go through- but I could’ve never guessed this was how I was going to find out.

It all started when I was 22, fresh out of college, with a crappy assistant job at a publishing company in Los Angeles, California. Having been stuck at this job for almost three years and never even having my articles read, I was starting to lose hope that I would never be more than an assistant. Until one day…”

“Lily! Get in here! And bring me a coffee!” I scurry to Mr. Lane’s office, clutching the coffee I had just gone and grabbed for him, stopping by my desk to grab my notebook and pen.

I opened his glass door and put his coffee down on his desk, pushing up my glasses as I opened my notebook and clicked my pen, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he needed me to do. He looks at me, his eyes bright at first but quickly losing their color and he sighs as though he’s already exasperated, “What is this?” He holds up a copy of a story I had put on his desk.

Oh jeez, another rejection. I push my glasses up again and start to stutter out an explanation in a quiet voice, “Well, I-I heard you talking to some of the reporters about need-needing a new story for next week's issue and well, I-I already had an idea so I thought I’d-” He cuts me off with a quick raise of his hand and a stoic look on his face, giving nothing away.

“Look,” he sighs and rubs his face with both hands before continuing, “It’s not a bad story, but it’s a half-baked idea. That’s your problem. That’s why you haven’t gotten a byline yet- you can never deliver a full idea- let alone a full article, do you understand?”

I look down, refusing to let him see my cheeks burn red and my eyes water. This is what he says every time I give him an idea. “Do you want to be a journalist?” He questions.

I make eye contact with him quickly lifting my head and squaring my shoulders to try and seem more confident, “More than anything, sir.”

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.” He gets up from his chair, his tall, lean body going to perch on the corner of his desk as he looks up at me his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, “I’ll give you a lead, and if you can follow through and get me a full 12000-word article by Monday, you can keep your job and I might throw you a lead here and there. But if you fail to deliver…” He pauses momentarily, thinking over his next words carefully, “you lose your job.”

I gasp and try to reason with myself for a second, making a mental pro-con list before replying quietly, “What’s the article on?”

He shakes his head and smirks lightly, filling my stomach with more unease, “No, you have to agree to the proposition. Then, I will tell you the story.”

Can I do this? Can I risk everything? I mean, that’s what my life’s been so far, a lot of risks and sacrifices. But is this a sacrifice I’m willing to make?

What would mom do? I sigh, “O-ok. Okay, I accept. Now, what’s the story?”

He claps his hands together excitedly and looks up at me with a boyish grin, he moves swiftly behind his desk and grabs an envelope, handing it to my shaky hands, “Grayson Dolan, he fights tonight here at the arena, go with a press pass, get an interview with him and ask him a couple of questions. Oh, and make sure we get a quote.”

I stare at him open-mouthed, frozen to my spot, “What? The Grayson Dolan?! You and I are both very aware that he refuses to do interviews. This isn’t even possible.” I say without trying to raise my voice too much.

Jace just leans back in his desk chair, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head, “Not my problem- it’s yours now. If I don’t have that story in my hand Monday morning, just pack your things up and leave, got it?” He smirks up at me.

I just silently walk out of his office and back to my desk, sitting down and putting my head against the cool wood surface. I don’t know if I want to cry or punch myself in the face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And then he told me that if I accept- but fail to give him a story- I lose my job!”

“Wow! I never liked that guy, you know. He gives off such- such a douchebag vibe.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my dad’s voice dropping a little, he hasn’t been big on cursing since mom passed. At first, it was weird because both my parents cussed when I was growing up. But after mom passed, dad decided that, ‘there’s enough hate in the world’ and that he’s not going to add to it with foul language.’

“I know Dad, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t accept it! You should never risk your whole career on whether or not some guy is feeling up to an interview!”

“Ok, one-” I start, “it is not just some guy! This is Grayson Dolan! And two,” I lower my voice and chew my lip, a bad habit I picked up in middle school, “I already agreed.”

“Of course you did!” he sounds exasperated and I pull my phone away from my ear a little out of reflex, “You are just like your mother, you know that?” he sighs and the line goes quiet.

“Daddy?” I whisper into the phone. He stays silent. It’s my turn to sigh and fall back onto my couch. I mutter into the phone, “He wouldn’t tell me the story until I accepted. I have to go get ready, I’ll talk to you after the match. I’ll be sitting ringside so look for me, ok?”

“Ok, I will. I’m still not happy about this.”

“I know Dad, you’re not happy with two-thirds of the things I do.”

That gets a reluctant chuckle out of him, “I guess you’re right. Good luck, by the way. If anyone can get an interview out of Dolan- it’d be you. And if you can’t, your childhood bedroom would love to have you back.”

“Ha-ha. Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too baby, I’ll see you soon?”

“Dad,” my stomach drops at his hopeful voice and I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth, “Maybe, bye.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything and I sink into the couch.

I wake with a start, my neck sore from the back of the couch. Oh no. I grab my phone in a haste, I turn it on and my whole body sags in relief when the time shows up; 6:45.

I have about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s enough time!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wrong. Very wrong. I feel a wave of heat wash over me, igniting my anxiety as I look at the time on my phone; 7:45.

I quickly put on my normal, light makeup consisting of moisturizer, skin tint, blush on my cheeks and nose, giving me an almost sunburnt look. I shape my eyebrows a little, fix my glasses, and put on my chapstick. I quickly brush out my short, wavy hair and clip back the front parts. I shake my head slightly to get my bangs in place and do one last check in the mirror before heading to my closet.

Too pink. Too casual. Too tight. Too- ugh where did I even get that from? I start moving the hangers faster, getting frustrated with my lack of options. I move past a pastel purple dress- wait. I go back to the dress and grab it off the rod, holding it up in the light.

When did I buy this? My eyebrows furrow as I look at the beautiful and delicate dress that I must’ve forgotten about. I pull it off the hanger and slowly put it on, saying a silent prayer that it fits.

I smooth the soft material out and look in the mirror. I’m pleasantly surprised by how the dress fits. It’s silk with spaghetti straps and is a lilac color with little flowers all over it.

I don’t have time to overthink my outfit now. I throw on my roommate’s white Timberlands, grab my black purse, making sure my ID, wallet, and phone are all tucked safely inside. I grab my press pass and put the lanyard around my head carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out to the living room where my roommate is sitting waiting for me to come out.

I clear my throat and try not to look too awkward. Ryan looks up from her MacBook and gasps, tossing her laptop onto the couch next to her, she moves over to me, her long legs gracefully walking around the coffee table.

She investigates every part of my outfit, making me feel small and self-conscious. Before I can stop myself, I start rambling in a quiet tone, “Is-is this too much? Do you th-think it looks okay?”

She grasps my shoulders and a wide smile makes its way onto her face, “Of course, you look amazing!” I smile at her and she winks at me, “When that pretentious ass sees you- he might want to do more than just let you interview him.”

I snort and roll my eyes and she laughs, “Yeah right,” I mumble.

She walks over to our coat rack and pulls off a small black cardigan, “Here, I know it gets cold in there,” I smile gratefully and take it from her, folding it over the crook of my arm and taking a deep breath.

I start to walk towards the door and she calls my name, I look back at her as I open the door, “You look hot Lil- knock ‘em dead,” I smile at her and nod, walking out before I get sappy.

I pull into the busy parking lot of the arena and gulp down my bubbling anxiety. I find a parking spot, towards the back of the lot seeing as I don’t get bothered by having to walk a little. I go up to the line, seeing a sign that says, ‘PRESS ENTRANCE HERE’ I smile at the worker looking at me and pointing to the Press sign and then at my pass hanging around my neck, he nods.

I go towards the other entrance and show a different security guard my pass and he opens a door for me, I smile up at him, “Thank you-” I glance at the small name tag, “Don.” He blushes slightly and coughs.

I blush too and walk through the door quickly. I realize that I’m ‘backstage’ and can hear the fans cheering for one of the main card fights happening. I check my small watch and see that it’s going to be another hour or so before Grayson Dolan fights.

I take another deep breath and start walking forward, trying not to look like a lost puppy and failing when a man wearing a UFC crew shirt comes over to me with furrowed brows, “Who’re you looking for?”

I look at him, his deep voice vibrating against the walls, “Grayson Dolan,” I answer back.

He gives me a once-over and I try not to make a face when he meets my eyes and smirks, “Oh, he’ll like you.” I furrow my brows but decide not to question it as he points down a long hallway, “Four doors down, take a right, then the last door on the left is him- the one that’ll say, Grayson Dolan.” I thanked him even though he was a bit rude, and made my way down.

Once I turn down the hallway I see someone sitting outside one of the rooms on a single chair. I make my way closer and my heart drops into my stomach when I see it’s a girl sitting outside Grayson Dolan’s room, “Hello? Are-Are you okay?”

The girl looks up at me from her phone and gives me a once-over, except it’s different from the way the worker did- she looks annoyed with me. She stands up, her high heels making her about an inch or two taller than me, “Who are you?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up.

I cough to clear my throat a little, taken back by her abrasive tone, “I’m a reporter- Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and if you’re here for Grayson Dolan- he won’t talk to you.”

“I- I’m sorry, why do you say that?” The woman steps closer to me and I try not to gag at the smell of her cheap, overused perfume. I step back from her and she straightens up slightly, glowering at me.

“Just run along, maybe you’ll understand when you’re grown,” She says, looking back at her phone, when she glances up and sees I’m not leaving she rolls her eyes, “Grayson Dolan doesn’t talk to reporters. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t actually a reporter anyway, you’re probably just here to fuck him, huh? Get in line,” She laughs.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t understand why she’s being so rude and malicious towards me but I have to get this interview. I can’t let people like her bring me down anymore. When she gives me a fake smile and sits back down, I decide to be the bigger person. Not snapping back at her and ignoring her. Because she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

The door opens before I can say anything anyways and we both look over, startled. A man looks over at us, then turn and glances back inside the room before he nods, looking at me, and asking what my name is, “Lily Taylor, here with Ace Publis-” I try to tell him but he cuts me off opening the door wider and my eyes widen as he tells me to come in. I try to keep from laughing when the girl asks if she can come in but he just shakes his head at her, I turn around quickly before he shuts the door, “If I were you- I wouldn’t lie to others and say you’re around his age, it’s very obvious that you’re old enough to be his mom,” And the door shuts on her shocked face.

I realize my heart is pounding in my ears and that is probably the meanest thing I’ve ever done, “I should probably apologize,” I whisper to myself and jump slightly when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What can I help you with, Ms. Taylor?” My shoulders tense at the familiar voice and I turn around slowly, facing a couch with a very amused Grayson Dolan sitting on it.

“I- I’m so sorry for being so rude to her. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Why do you think I’d care about her? She’s been sitting out there for two hours,” He laughs and I think he caught the raise of my eyebrow but ignores it, “I asked you once, Ms. Taylor, I don’t like repeating myself.” He reminds me of his question.

I square my shoulders, “I’m here with Ace Publishing & Co., I would love if you could answer some questions for me,” I smile at him, trying to come off as friendly.

His amused expression drops and he scoffs, “You’re one of them? God- here I was hoping you were a die-hard fan. Was going to make you feel very special,” He smirks at me and I scrunch my nose out of habit at his gross words. I quickly stop, realizing I need this, “Frank- show Ms. Taylor out please,” He sighs, and my eyes widen and I stick my hands out and Frank stops moving for a second.

“Wait! Wait! Please I-” Frank huffs at my refusal to move and grabs my arm as I move closer to Grayson, “Please. I wouldn’t be this adamant if I didn’t need this. Please. My career is counting on this moment. Please, I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to, please,” I put my hands in a pleading gesture, hoping he’d take pity.

He holds his hand up to Frank and he lets go of my arm, I sigh and straighten up a little, hoping to gain back some of the dignity I seemed to have lost, “What do you mean?” He cocks his head to the side curiously and I blush, glancing at the ground.

“My boss he uh- he told me that if I don’t get at least a quote from you I can kiss my job goodbye and well, it’s not the best job but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at and he’s being unfair and I understand that this isn’t your problem and I understand why you don’t like to talk to interviewers-”

He cuts me off, “You know why I don’t talk to interviewers?” I look up at him and nod meekly, “Why? Explain it to me,” he crosses his arms and I think he might be upset with me.

I look back down at the ground and take a breath, glancing back up at him through my lashes, “You don’t do interviews because doing an interview is personal and revealing. You’re scar- scared to let the world see who the Grayson Dolan is because you don’t think they’ll like you as much.”

He cocks his eyebrow and uncrosses his arm, sighing, looking away from me to the wall, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he contemplates for a minute, “You got like 20 minutes to ask me whatever you want, and no stupid questions that all the interviewers ask, okay?” I nod and move to sit in the chair next to the couch.

“Do you mind if I record this? I’d like to keep this paper-free, meaning I don’t have a notebook out and try to write everything down. We’re just going to have a conversation and let it flow. I can stop recording at any time if you say something you’d like erased. I’m not here to expose you, just here to get to know you. As a person. Not as a fighter. I’m not going to ask you anything about how being a fighter’s been or what your inspiration is. I’m going to ask you about you. As a whole. Because the UFC is not your personality,” I explain to him, pulling my phone out and pulling up my voice memos app and looking back up to him, waiting for an answer.

He stares at me until finally, I say his name quietly, hoping he’s okay, he blinks and flushes, shifting, “Sorry, y-yeah, that’s okay. I just- I didn’t expect you to be like- acting like a human.”

I laugh and start recording, “Maybe that means I’m a bad journalist? I don’t know- I feel like it’s easier to connect and get the questions in without papers and cameras and all that other stuff.”

(this part is going to be a dialogue as though we are just listening to the recording)

“That makes sense, and no I can tell you’re going to be great, you treat me like I’m just- a guy, which doesn’t happen often.”

“I bet, you don’t deserve that though. Okay, I’m going to start us off with some icebreakers- so tell me what your childhood dream job was, your favorite ice cream flavor, and 3 things you do on the weekends.”

“Oh, jeez, what is this- first day of 6th grade? Fine- Uh, I always wanted to be a pro wrestler, that was my dream job as a kid. My favorite- vegan- ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip. And, uhm, three things I do on the weekends...okay okay I got it; eat, sleep, workout. Now you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Reporter. If you want this to flow you gotta participate as well.”

“Okay, fine. Uh- as a kid I always wanted to be a veterinarian, and then when I was like 10 I realized I wanted to be a writer. My favorite ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip as well. And on the weekends...I’d probably say; read, watch fights with my dad, and drink tea with my best friend at a cafe.”

“Every single weekend?”

“Yeah, my dad lives on the other side of the country so we do a FaceTime call and watch UFC together. My roommate has a job that takes up a lot of her time during the week so we go to this small cafe by our house every weekend.”

“Wow.”

(this is where the rest of the interview would be but, for later in the timeline, we aren’t going to cover every question she asks him :))

“Okay, now tell me about your family. Where you grew up, were your parents married, did you have a dog, and how do you think this all helped make you the man you are today?”

“I grew up in New Jersey; my dad left when I was 10. I’m allergic to dogs and cats, so I have a parrot named Gizmo. My mom never remarried and my sister lives with her. My brother and I moved to LA when we were 18, with no money, no job, just hope. We went to a gym and asked them if they’d train us. The next thing I knew, my brother was getting a job working at the gym and becoming one of my trainers. I learned how to fight and used my wrestling experience and worked my way into the UFC.”

“You didn’t answer my last question.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you told me how you got started in the UFC. I don’t want to know about that- everyone knows that story already. I want to know how you think the things you went through as a child have shaped you as a person.”

“I- I guess- I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think much of who I’ve become so that question is hard to answer.”

“Why do you say that? You are one of the most accomplished men in America.”

“To others, but this- I wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. Everyone sees me as accomplished but I just feel like this was an accident. There was no great event in my life that caused me to become an MMA fighter- it just happened.”

“You don’t believe in fate, Mr. Dolan?”

“No, I don’t. Do you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Yes, I believe that we all have a path we are meant to follow and that everything happens for a reason.”

“Why?”

“Because- I don’t know- it’s nicer than the alternative to me, I guess. I don’t want to live in a world where nothing has a reason behind it. We’ll move on to the next question. You don’t disclose personal information; relationships, family, children, etcetera.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Why is that? Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“The same reason I said earlier as to why you don’t like interviews; you are scared people will see the real Grayson Dolan and not like you as much or think you’re different.”

“Are you like- a profiler or something? Why do you think that?”

“I’m not a profiler- I’m a journalist. It’s my job to look for clues, pick up on the small things about someone no one else would notice.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that. Is it my turn to ask you questions?”

“No that’s not how this works.”

“You said you wanted this to be like a normal conversation, did you not?”

“Yes, I did say that, but-”

“Okay, well, I don’t know about you but normally when I’m getting to know someone- I get to ask questions just like they do.”

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know...if you’ll go out with me?”

“What? Like on a- like on a date?”

“Yes, a date, Ms. Taylor.”

“Uh- I don’t know, maybe, I-”

“30 minutes to the fight, Dolan! Gotta get you warmed-up!”

(the story is back to normal now)

“So?” He questions as he stands up and I try to gather all my stuff. Trying to push down the butterflies while I stop the recording. I just continue to get more flustered, especially when he puts his hand out for me and I shyly take it, he pulls me to my feet and I stare at him through my lashes.

“I- sure. On one condition,” I smile slyly up at him and he raises an eyebrow at me, I ignore the unfamiliar feeling between my thighs at the look on his face and continue quickly, “You have to win this fight. I’ll be in the front row watching. If you win- I’ll go out with you.”

He smiles and then chuckles, “I thought you were going to make it hard? I could win this fight in my sleep baby, I’ll let you know the time after the fight, just stick around, yeah?”

I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring the pull on my heart when he calls me baby, “I’ll be there,” He smiles at me again and I jump a little in surprise when I feel his warm, large hand on the small of my back, he opens the door for me and leads me into the hallway.

I try not to laugh at the face of the Instagram model when she sees Grayson’s hand on me, “I’ll be looking for you in the front row, just so you know.” He teases.

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest. Knock Em dead!” I walk away quickly and glance back seeing him standing there, his right hand gently going up to touch the spot I kissed and we both blush. My heart drops into my stomach when he looks over and sees the model. I have to turn the corner and get to my seat so I don’t see how he reacted. He wouldn’t sleep with her right after asking me out, would he? My subconscious snaps back; you barely know the man! Maybe he does this all the time! I push her down and ignore the bad feeling in my gut.

As I sit down in my seat, everything that just happened hits me and I slouch into my seat, what. the. fuck. I’m going on a date with Grayson Dolan! I got an interview with Grayson Dolan! I kissed Grayson Dolan on the cheek! I bite back a smile and take out my phone, taking a video showing me smiling at the camera, then flipping the camera around and showing off how close I am to the octagon. I sent it to my dad quickly.

He responds almost immediately.

*From Daddy: Wow!! So cool! Have tons of fun! Not too much though! Not ready to be a grandpa...yet ;)

I snort and roll my eyes, responding and then turning my phone off when the lights in the arena dim.

*To Daddy: Lmao, shut up. I’ll try to have fun though! The main card is starting! I’ll talk to you later, love you <3

After I watch a few of the fights before Graysons’, I take some pictures and jot down some information about the fights and who won, knowing it’ll add more substance to my piece.

I watch as the whole arena transforms and the whole place is bursting with barely-contained energy and the place goes dark. Suddenly, lights start beaming and music starts playing, I smile at the Kid Cudi (each fight he uses a different Cudi song) choice for tonight- Enter Galactic as it blasts through the speakers everyone goes wild, Grayson moving swiftly to the octagon with his head low and singing the song softly to himself. I can tell he’s not the same Grayson I was talking to, he has flipped the switch- as he told me he does- and is now The Grayson Dolan- UFC Fighter and Champion.

He takes his shirt off and I blush at his tan skin, the rippling muscles making my brain go straight in the gutter. The ‘doc’ pats him down and puts vaseline on his face. I try not to laugh at how weird he looks with his eyebrows slicked down.

He makes his way into the octagon and I see him scanning the front row when his eyes land on mine. I smile at him but he just gives me a curt nod in response before turning away. I’m taken aback by his attitude but I know he has to stay in his fighter mentality.

The other fighter, Dominick Reyes, comes in and he has a good amount of people cheer for him but the majority of the arena boos when he comes out. I know that having some of how this fight goes in my article will make it look better because it’s such a big deal, so I jot some notes down, some about Grayson and some about Reyes.

I subconsciously chew on my nail, scolding myself when I realize what I’m doing. He’s going to win. I tell myself to calm down, I’ve never been to a fight before so the chaotic and anxiety-filled energy around me must be getting to my head.

The ref announces them both, and then they go to the middle, Grayson goes to touch Reyes’ fist, but Reyes pulls back and smirks at Grayson, “C’mon pretty boy,” he sings.

Grayson’s jaw clenches and he starts moving around the octagon, Reyes slowly falling into a pattern of chasing him around. Grayson continues to step to the right until suddenly, he moves to the left, and Reyes doesn’t see it. I watch in astonishment as he puts all of his power into the punch, hitting Reyes perfectly on the temple. Reyes drops to the ground and Grayson’s about to follow him to the mat but the ref stops him, officially calling the fight. Grayson looks over at me, my mouth hanging wide open and he smirks, winking at me.

That asshole just winked at me.

I stand up quickly, cheering loudly with everyone else and he shakes his head, turning back to his team as they run into the octagon to hug him. Once Grayson is done with everything and the crowd starts shuffling out, Grayson comes over to me, “D’you see that?” He smiles and I smile back.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw,” He chuckles and grabs my arm pulling me into him.

I gasp as I hit his hard, sweaty chest, “You’re sweaty,” I scrunch my nose up and try to pull away but he tightens his grip, staring down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You owe me a date,” He responds and I roll my eyes, ignoring the hammering of my heart at how close we are to each other.

“What time and where?” I say, acting bored.

He chuckles down at me, “I’ll pick you up at 5:30. This Saturday. Just bring your beautiful self and don’t worry about anything else.”

“What’s the dress code?” I raise my eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want to wear, although I’ll tell you right now they might frown upon you wearing lingerie or something like that.”

I snort and as he moves away from me a little and we start walking behind his team I realize that I’m a lot colder than I realized, rubbing my arms subconsciously and realizing that I left my sweater in the car damn it.

Grayson notices me rubbing my arms and bumps my shoulder, “You cold?”

“A little. I have a sweater in the car, I’ll be fine.”

He frowns as he opens the door to his dressing(?) room, “I have a jacket you can wear.”

He goes over to a chair in the corner and grabs a big, soft black jacket with DOLAN on the back and the UFC and Reebok logo on the front. I shake my head, “No, r-really it’s- it’s okay,”

“Just take it, you can give it back later, s’not a big deal, I don’t need it. I’m way too hot right now.”

He hands it over to me and I look down at it in his hands and then glance back at him, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me, putting it on my shoulders and looking down at me, “Just wear it. Please?” He whispers and I flush, seeing that if I moved too fast our lips would be touching.

I nod softly and he steps back. I take a deep breath and put my arms through the sleeves and the jacket immediately warms me. I relax into the warmth and pull it tighter around me and he smirks, “Like you in my clothes.”

I blush and look down, “I- I should be goi-going,” I point my thumb at the door and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Saturday then?”

I nod and stutter out a response as I walk back to the door, “Y-yep! 5:30! Wait- I didn’t give you my address o-or my phone num-Ow!” I yelp in surprise when the door handle digs into my lower back and he can’t hold back his laugh as he walks over to me, trapping me between him and the door.

I swallow at his large frame covering me up, his arms resting on each side of the wall by my head, I can see his large biceps and the veins running up his arms in my peripheral vision. He smirks and leans down, “Check your pocket,” he says softly and I look up at him with furrowed brows.

I slowly move my hands to the jacket pockets and after digging around a little I feel a small piece of paper in the right pocket. I pull it out and open it up. I glance up at him in surprise at the digits scribbled onto the paper.

“H-How did you- why-” He cuts me off by moving away from me, my body on fire from how close he had been to me.

I move off the door when he motions for me to move and he opens the door, “Ms. Taylor,” He says, trying to hide a smirk.

I scoff incredulously and walk past him, stopping outside the door in the cold hallway, I turn back to look at him before I walk away to go have a panic attack in my car, “Mr. Dolan.”

A/n: okayyy so I know it’s bad and I’ll be editing it soon but I’m posting this on an ipad lmfao so please cut me some slack.

Tag List:

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[verysheep]

Getting Over it (Marichat May 2021)

I'm sure you guys have seen this like, ten million times already in the marichat tags (sorry abt that 💀💀) but I have decided to start a fun little story centering around marichat! Here's the first chapter that I've written so far (you can also read it here on ao3!)

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Chapter 1: In the Rain

“I’m sorry, I’m in love with someone else.”

“Oh, okay, yeah I thought so, it’s no big deal.”

“No really, I’m sorry Marinette-”

“It’s fine Adrien, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, totally fine.” Marinette mumbled as she waited under the café awning for the rain to let up, and her heart to calm down. It had been a week since she had confessed to Adrien. Coincidentally, it had also been a week since she made the biggest mistake of her life. Of course she had to run her big mouth and ruin a five year friendship which had been going strong since collége.

Marinette’s heart soured as she remembered Adrien’s stricken expression during her rambling confession. She didn’t stick around long enough after he rejected her to see what his next one was. The rain wasn’t letting up, but Marinette was tired of waiting for it to be over. She wanted to leave. Wanted to move on. From the rain and from-

Well, she needed to leave the café. Marinette took a step forward into the storm, no blonde haired boys coming to her rescue with magical umbrellas this time. She kept walking, her hair riddled with droplets of water. Marinette’s shirt was beginning to cling to her shoulders when she realized that her eyes were blurring with tears.

I’m in love with someone else.

‘This is so cliché and stupid,’ Marinette thought as she quickly swiped at her cheeks. ‘You never expected him to like you back so why are you upset now?’

“Because you had a crush, and you’re allowed to feel pain when your crush rejects you”

Tikki had said that when Marinette had gotten home that day. Marinette had been too upset to reply coherently, but now she felt thankful for those words.

Still, it might not be the best idea to be crying in public, rain or no rain.

Marinette began to collect herself, and was searching for a tissue in her purse when a familiar voice startled her.

“Marinette? What are you doing walking in the rain?”

It felt like she had been doused with ice water, which, granted, was not that far off from what was literally happening. She sighed in relief however, when she turned to see the source of the voice.

“Oh, Chat Noir you startled me, hello.”

She resumed digging through her purse, avoiding the worried look that her partner gave her.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, but… you haven’t answered my question, why are you out here right now? It’s raining cats and-“

Marinette gave him an unimpressed look before he could finish the pun. Chat Noir returned a sheepish grin before continuing.

“Okay, okay, no rain based puns. But seriously, what’s going on?”

The young woman paused what was by now a very frustrated search for a tissue that refused to show itself in her time of need.

“I wanted to get a coffee with my friend, Alya, but she ended up cancelling. And I, um”

She laughed a bit, interrupting herself.

“I didn’t remember to bring an umbrella.”

Marinette still couldn’t meet Chat Noir’s eyes as she fumbled with the zipper of her purse. They were too green. Too confused, and sad, and pitying. Oh, that’s right. Marinette had caught a glimpse of one emotion before she had run out of Adrien’s apartment. Seeing it now in her partner’s expression didn’t sting any less.

“Oh.” Chat Noir whispered.

Marinette clenched her jaw and turned back to continue walking.

“It’s fine, I’m almost home anyways so it’s not a big deal. Bye Chat Noir.”

With a wave of her hand she started to leave, expecting that to be the end of the encounter. She didn’t expect him to grasp her shoulder, stopping her altogether.

“Wait, M- Purrincess, why don’t I give you a lift back to your place?”

She shrugged him off.

“No thanks Chat, I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself.”

He stepped in front of her with a nervous smile.

“You’ll catch a cold, and it’ll be so much faster if I bring you.”

She scowled down at the zipper on her purse.

“Chat please, I’m fine with just walking-“

“It’s no big deal, it’s on the way even-“

“But I’m-“

“Just let me-“

“Chat Noir!” She finally exclaimed, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

“I am perfectly capable of walking home on my own, so please, just, leave me alone.”

She had failed to consider that if she looked into his eyes, he could see hers. And the tears that were still falling out of them. Chat Noir stepped back, shock flashed through his features before melting back into concern.

“I’m sorry Marinette.”

The rain was pouring around them.

I’m sorry Marinette.

I’m sorry

Her shoulders were completely soaked, but they weren’t shaking from the cold.

I’m in love with someone else.

Someone else

She couldn’t help the gasping breath that she took as her eyes blurred once again.

Someone else

Marinette was frantically wiping at the traitorous tears streaming down her face, praying that Chat Noir would leave and let her save some of her remaining (albeit dwindling) dignity. Instead he enveloped her into a tight hug, buried his face into her hair and stroked the back of her head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He whispered over and over into her ear.

Marinette just shook into his chest, mourning the loss of a love that she had cherished for a majority of her adult life silently. She knew it wasn’t fair to Chat. He was in love with Ladybug, had been rejected so many times, and here she was crying into his arms about the boy who she had rejected him for. Of course, he didn’t know Marinette was Ladybug, but… it didn’t help her stop crying any faster.

Eventually, she calmed down, and began to pull away. At least, she tried until she realized Chat Noir still had a death grip on arms.

“Ch-Chat? I’m sorry, I’m really fine, you can let go now.”

At that, he pulled away slowly, and Marinette noticed that his own eyes were watery. She gave him a small smile, reaching up to cup his face and wipe the tears away.

“Silly kitty, you don’t even know why I’m crying.”

He didn’t reply, only raised his hand to hold the one she had placed on his cheek. She frowned.

“I’m okay Chat Noir, really. I just,” she paused to think of what to say, before smiling bitterly at the ground. “Had my heart broken. Again.”

Chat only squeezed her hand harder. She looked back up into his eyes. The rain was starting to slow.

“But I’ll be fine,” Marinette wiped a tear that fell from his right eye. “It will mend, eventually.”

He searched her face, for what, she didn’t know, but whatever he found led Chat Noir to nod slowly.

“I’m taking you home, Marinette.”

She sighed, before bringing her hand back down along with his.

“Alright.”

His right arm gently coiled around her waist as he let go of her hand to grasp his metal staff. Chat Noir gave her a small smile before whispering gently into her ear.

“Hold on tight Princess.”

She wound her arm around his neck, resting her head on his chest lightly as they flew up into the air. His super strength made it easier to carry her, but his arm still gripped her tight, just as it had when he had hugged her. Marinette knew that he wouldn’t let her fall, and so she observed Paris as it flew by. The rain was a steady drizzle, and the clouds were still hanging thick and grey in the sky, but Marinette felt lighter, less burdened by pitying expressions and rejected confessions.

Eventually they reached the balcony of her apartment. She glanced up curiously at Chat as he let her down. To the best of her knowledge, he had never visited her at her apartment before. He blushed under her gaze and raised his hands in surrender.

“I-I saw you out here once on patrol, it was a coincidence! I’m not a creepy stalker I swear!”

Marinette only shook her head and smiled.

“I know Chat, I trust you. Thank you for bringing me home and uh,” she scratched the back of her neck nervously. “Thank you for um, being there for me. I don’t typically uh, cry in public, so I was kind of surprised about it too ha.”

She cringed at her wording, but continued.

“Anyways, what I’m trying to say is, thank you, and it won’t happen again, I promise, and um-“

He lowered his arms and smiled softly, although Marinette didn’t notice as she continued to ramble nervously, cursing herself for not having the same calm attitude towards Chat as she did when wearing her mask and suit.

“Marinette,” Chat interrupted gently. “You can always talk to me if something is bothering you. You know that, right?”

Marinette observed the young man in front of her. She knew him, he was reliable, and kind, and smart, and funny, and trustworthy

And, and,

And his eyes were still too green.

She swallowed dryly, and gave him a hesitant smile back.

“Of course Chat Noir, thank you.”

With that, he nodded, satisfied that Marinette could get inside to her dry apartment, and flew back up into the air, disappearing behind a rooftop. As soon as he was out of sight, Marinette slumped down to the floor of her balcony and held her head in her hands.

What had she been thinking?! Letting Chat Noir, of all people, hug her in the street? And then letting him bring her home?! What if he came back? Marinette shuddered. She couldn’t see those eyes again, not as herself. Ladybug was calm, cool, and collected around Chat Noir, but Marinette? Marinette had her heart broken, and everything about Chat reminded her of Adrien. Groaning in frustration, she lifted herself off of the ground and entered her home with renewed energy and a clear goal in mind.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng would get over Adrien Agreste.

And in order to do that, she needed to stay clear of both him and Chat Noir.

[eurydicesflower]

A moment to last forever

Pairings: Levi/Hange Zoe

Summary:  After what the alliance have done to stop the rumbling, he left the Survey Corps after so many years. He decided to open his own teashop, yet never forgotten his dear comrades, especially that shitty four-eyes.

this is just a gen fic and might be somewhat connected to my other fic, That Night! pls enjoy! but i do warn you this is ANGST 🥰

Another day has started for Levi to open his tea shop in the city, yet he was still in his bedroom. Right after what the alliance have done to stop the rumbling, he left the Survey Corps after so many years. Pieck, who also resigned from the Marley military, was also there to help him with chores in the shop, in which Levi admitted to himself that she was really helpful.

The former 104th often visits him even though the kids are off to start their young adult lives. There was Jean and Connie who stops by just to talk with Levi even though they were the only ones talking not minding other customers. Mikasa and Annie which tagged along by Hitch, didn’t forget to visit the tea shop from time to time. Reiner with the two kids, Gabi and Falco, who always comes back because of their signature baked chocolate cookies made by Pieck.

But most of the time, it was only Armin who always visits him. He usually just sits in front of the counter and order for Levi’s special brew of tea. Levi didn’t mind at first, but he didn’t forget the first time he visited the second night he opened his tea shop.

“Levi?” the commander asked, stirring his tea.

Levi didn’t answer but Armin went on.

“Are you fine these days?” he asked despite knowing that Levi will answer vaguely.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He stated with disinterest as he busies himself cleaning the counter. He didn’t want to admit it but he reminded him of Erwin.

“There is something I wanted to give you. I don’t know if this will help,” he said as he started to get something from his pockets.

In all honesty, it made Levi nervous but he didn’t want it to show it to Armin. Still not looking at the young commander, something familiar was brought down on the table— it was Hange’s glasses. He didn’t asked Armin when or how they did manage to recover the glasses but suddenly, memories of Hange being alive lingered on his mind, even his dead comrades or what he call friends, came back to haunt his mind.

Levi didn’t talk for a while, but Armin continued on.

“I won’t tell you how we got or found it but, please, take this,” he said, offering Hange’s broken glasses to him. “I know it’s been hard for each one of us, Mister- I mean Levi, if you want, I can visit you always here in your tea shop, even without talking.”

Well, after what happened to Levi’s comrades, his friends, is Levi really okay? “Guess not,” he told himself, still not making eye contact to Armin.

He just nodded and took the glasses in front of him.

After a while, Armin finished his tea in a comfortable silence without talking to Levi. He then left the shop and waved goodbye to him.

He looked at the broken glasses that was placed beside on top of his nightstand. Until then, he knew that he can’t still move on what happened on that day. Besides, Levi was still in the verge of hurt, after all. But Levi thought that somehow, somebody he knew like Armin or the other kids were there for him even though they just bug him whenever they visit his shop. He kind of misses someone bugging him from time to time.

Someone who was really close to him— who rambles about on their day-to-day basis of their experiments. Someone who laughs really loud if Levi would do something stupid in front of them, but others would hold their laugh because Levi would angrily stare at them. The way they always startled him when he was cleaning his blades, they were there to startle him. He really missed that shitty four eyes. He misses Hange.

After work, he prepared flowers from his small garden.  He also arranged a small offering for his late comrades. It’s been a year since they left him. Pieck offered to go with him, but Levi politely declined her offer. He made up his mind on visiting his dear old, friends alone. It was not that he didn’t want someone to accompany him but it was best to visit them alone without the fear of being vulnerable in front of someone.

It was almost sunset as he arrived the cemetery. It was not that far to visit them, after all the cemetery were just two streets away from his shop. The breeze slightly tingled his neck, yet eerily comfortable.

He was not surprised that there were already settled flowers near the tombstones, knowing that Armin and Mikasa visits them from time to time.

As he placed all of the flowers to his friends’ graves, there stood the last tombstone. He mentally prepared himself even though he was the only one in the cemetery that time.

As he approached the last grave, someone stood beside Levi. The windy breeze now replaced with warmth. He didn’t look at the stranger but with their presence, they are certainly familiar to Levi.

“Do you even think about me anymore?” the stranger said, yet strangely calming to Levi.

He didn’t look at them. He knew this voice. He craves for this conversation for a long time.

“Of course, I do.” He said, placing the last flower near the tombstone. “Hange.” He now stared at them. He can’t believe what he was seeing at that moment, if he was dreaming, he didn’t wish to wake up just to see Hange once again, just to hold Hange once more.

She laughed at Levi. That genuine laugh, he wants to hear it again. He wants her to be with him again.

“You just… look so happy. I don’t want to ruin that for you. But I know you don’t miss me as much as I miss you.” Placing their right hand on Levi’s cheeks. Levi lingered with their touch.

“That’s not true. Hange, I love you. I… I always have and I think I always will.” He holds Hange’s hands right into his heart. He wanted to tell her this for a long time. After years of yearning, he hasn’t still confessed what he truly feels about Hange. Now, he guessed this was the perfect time, yet this wasn’t he imagined.

Hange just smiled at him. He wanted to hold Hange’s hand as long as he could. He never wanted to let go just like what he did the last time.

Hange looked at him, clinging to his touch. “Please, promise me, Levi. You won’t ever forget me.” Making Levi slightly twinge at what they just said. “I’ve been thinking about you for years, idiot,” he told himself but thought that he didn’t want to ruin this genuine moment.

“I won’t.” He stared at her warm, brown eyes.

“Promise?”

“Yes, four eyes.” That was the first time in years that Levi got to smile again.

Hange just chuckled on their former nickname. “I haven’t heard that nickname for years.” Levi just smirked at what she said because that’s true.

He burrowed his head on their neck, cherishing this borrowed moment. “Will you hold me for the last time, Levi?” This sudden request startled Levi yet he still felt their presence lingered.

“Gladly,” he replied still remaining on their touch.

Hange tightly cling to him. Dusk was already approaching, he noted. No one dared to move but then, Levi had the urge to kiss Hange, for the last time. He pulled Hange closer, making Hange’s eyes widen with suprise towards his unusual side, yet she reciprocated his kiss, not wanting it to stop. Levi was the first one who stepped back a little. It didn’t take too long but both of them were still panting, craving for more. Hange sheepishly smiled and gave Levi a chaste kiss one last time.

“I love you, Hange.” Levi cling to her for their last moment. Holding their bodies close together, feeling that their presence was slowly replaced by coldness, instead of warmth.

“I know.” She placed her delicate hands on his cheeks not wanting this moment to be erased from his memory. Levi put his hands on top of hers. For the last time, Hange kissed his forehead. Levi has felt home when Hange was there in front of him yet, fate won’t let them. Hange’s time has come.

“Good bye, Levi. I love you.”

And then, Hange was gone forever. Not just in the world alone, just as well as to Levi’s touch.

[loyally-unfaithful]

pairing: agatsuma zenitsu & hashibira inosuke — though it can be interpreted as pre-relationship

genre: crack (?)

prompt: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people” (23.) + modern!au

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaa thank you 🥺🥺🥺

and thank u for requesting ! kinda nervous since this is the first request i’ve ever received haha,,, you didn’t specify a format ? so i wrote it in scenario/hc form—if that’s not what you wanted, you can send a message and i can turn it into a ficlet (Ф∀Ф )

edit: reposted because to my displeasure, this would not show up in the tags :(

« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people… » zenitsu groaned, burying his face into his hands.

how did he even get into this situation in the first place?? how does inosuke always manage to rope him into doing some dumb, impulsive, potentially life-threatening shenanigans???

this was supposed to be a completely mundane, uneventful, trivial, everyday trip to the mall.

the pantry was starting to look rather sad and it was his turn to go grocery shopping, so he asked his flatmates if they wanted something while he’s at the shops and started organising his shopping list.

he doesn’t quite understand why tanjiro needed 20 pairs of cheap earphones, but he feels like he shouldn’t question it…

zenitsu hated shopping, absolutely abhors it. something about spending time in the supermarket with the monotonous droning of the cooling systems and the machines singing a duet with that same pop song put on repeat just drained the energy out of him. going shopping was just a drag.

but it was his turn, and he’ll get it done and over with.

everything was gonna be normal and ok.

as he made his way to the shops, he’d mentally pat himself down to check if he had everything on him and go through his list again.

keys? check.

wallet? check.

face-mask? check. (not because of corona, it’s just because it’s common courtesy in japan.)

mobile? check.

hotel? trivago.

inosuke? check.

wait inosuke?!

« wait inosuke?! what are you doing here??! » the blond shrieked in surprise, stopping dead on his tracks.

the loud young man would halt next to him and ask him if he’s gone blind/deaf as inosuke has been « following you since way before. »

now that zenitsu thinks about it, he did remember inosuke exclaiming something like being bored at home and wanting to tag along…

regardless, he doesn’t know if he’s more alarmed by the fact that he didn’t notice inosuke was trailing beside him this whole time or by the fact that the boisterous young man actually had it in him to be sneaky.

zenitsu grinned nervously, praying to whatever god or gods above that everything will be okay despite the human sized tornado he has with him…

even so, the shopping trip was characterised by more peripeteias and tribulations than it really should:

they haven’t even gotten near to the actual store within the mall and inosuke has  already tried to punt a 5 year old for apparently staring at the black haired man for too long.

zenitsu had to quickly defuse the situation and apologise the very alarmed mother and petrified child as inosuke stood still in his shadow, clutching the corner of the blond’s sweater and watched the interaction, not saying a word.

zenitsu grumbled something about dragging him into inosuke’s mess and returned to his walk to the market, inosuke still hanging on the blond’s sweater.

zenitsu’s mind is still boggled. why does tanjiro want 20 pairs of earphones…?

but he ignored this riddle and took inosuke’s hand in his, leading the both of them to the shops—the blond found it oddly endearing how there was such a juxtaposition of inosuke’s rough hand paired with how softly and carefully he’s returning the blond’s hold.

zenitsu allowed the warmth to ground him and, thankfully, they’ve soon made it to their destination safe and sound, without yet another disaster

the two would disperse once in the market, zenitsu collecting these 20 damn pairs of earphones and go down his list while inosuke ran off to god knows which aisle to go ham on the snacks.

the blond would casually shop when he’d hear hurried footsteps before a bunch of product was dumped in his cart. the raven-haired boy would then dash off again to repeat the cycle. the same cycle that has spooked zenitsu more than it should.

one time, zenitsu turned around to find two piercing blue eyes stare back at him. he swore his heart leapt out of his chest as he screeched at the uncannily realistic boar mask that greeted him.

zenitsu is still recovering from his mini heart attack while inosuke bursts into hysterical laughter at the blond’s ‘near-death’ experience.

the latter has just caught his breath when the energetic young man has run off yet again. zenitsu wants to know where the hell inosuke procured such a mask and who the hell put it there. it’s not even near halloween?? they’re literally in june???

when most of the items have been retrieved, zenitsu would window shop as he waits for inosuke to bring yet another armful of snacks. the blond’s current preoccupation was a hair trimmer. should he buy it? his hand hovers as he reaches out, but then halts it to slowly retract it back. he looks at the hair trimmer again… his dilemma. then again it looks scary, maybe he shouldn’t… his gordian knot.

deciding that buying the item would be pointless, the blond looked around. inosuke hasn’t returned in a while…

it seemed that inosuke had already grabbed everything he wanted, and soon found himself bored in a quiet and empty supermarket—boredom and an empty mall: a couple made in hell, a recipe for disaster.

the quieter of the two has started to make his way to the till when he heard a large crash. he silently hopes it has nothing to do with him or the person he brought with him. but of course it did.

inosuke had dived into one of those ball racks near the toy aisle, the rack itself not looking as upright as it should and its content having spilt all over the place.

zenitsu just… takes one look and pretends not to see it.

he just

walks away

so close yet so far. the blond has managed to reach the cash register and has started unloading the contents of his cart when he sees inosuke with his own.

they make eye contact.

zenitsu knows what he’s gonna do.

the black haired man puts one foot on the empty cart.

the blond slowly shakes his head, half trying to tell him to not do it because it’s fucking stupid and half pleading him to not cause more trouble.

inosuke eyes contained a determination and resolve that not even god can stop.

almost like watching an accident in slow motion, zenitsu watched, petrified, as inosuke yeets himself on the cart and send it speeding down the aisle with more force and a higher velocity than what was considered safe.

surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, zenitsu hears a loud crash and a noise that sounded like a potato sack was thrown on the floor—and he was sure he didn’t just hear it because of his sensitive ears.

abandoning his own groceries, he ran off to join inosuke, who laid by a couple of soup cans, some still rolling anyway somewhere—the stand that held them and the splash zone surrounding area having been reduced to chaos.

the young man was comically strewn upside down on his upper back, his lower half flopping over and folding into himself.

ok ooc, but i suck at anatomy but suck even more at describinf so here’s an artistic depiction of how zenitsu found inosuke

ok bye bye sorry for bothering you

« inosuke what…?!! i— are you literally dumb? »

the boarheaded young man just shook off his injuries and righted himself, unfazed, as zenitsu continued his yapping and rambling.

« monitsu..

– what?! zenitsu stopped midword in his lecture, having long stopped bothering to correct inosuke.

– monitsu, run. inosuke finished as he rushed to make a quick dash. »

zenitsu was just sat there, stunned, when he felt an ominous presence behind him.

he slowly turned his head around to delay the inevitable, offering a nervous and fearful grin to the shadow hovering behind him.

with a pathetic expression and an even more pitiful shriek, he was dragged into the mall security office by a guard as another security member chased after the other young man.

despite having run like a bat out of hell, inosuke soon joined zenitsu in the mall jail.

« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people… » zenitsu echoed, having dragged his palm down to cover his mouth.

he sat immobile waiting for inosuke’s apology, or maybe any sign of repentance.

he waited.

and waited some more.

« at least try to pretend you’re sorry?!? » the blond gaped in disbelief.

« huh? why? » inosuke just turned around to look at zenitsu blankly. « it was your fault we got caught anyway… »

the blond’s immediate reaction was to retort and argue but swallowed down his arguments. he’s fighting a losing battle.

snapping his mouth shut, he sulked in his own corner as the two waited for tanjiro to collect them.

he sighed, it was… embarrassing. but it didn’t really matter that much at the end of the day: inosuke would probably forget most of the incident within 20 minutes of being freed, and zenitsu just doesn’t find it in him to be mad forever. especially at inosuke.

did zenitsu ever mention he absolutely detests going grocery shopping?

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[gvf-imagine]

Part 2

warnings:  none

word count: 4705

summary: you get a text from dreamy rock singer Josh Kiszka whom youve just met at a live show and he wants to see you tonight!

tag list: @satingrass-maidensfair @karrotkate @kakarla @love-philautia @elliestrawberries @shesdigging @callmekane @supersonic-darling @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair @justacollegestudentyay

A\N: Loved writing this chapter! I hope you all enjoy it and like always any feedback is welcome and appriciated 

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Your friend hurried back to the table.

“What happened?!” she asked, her expression hungry for details. You simply shrug.

“He invited me to their next show at some college party…..he invited you too , oh and I gave him my number” you say with a melancholy tone. Your friends' eyes were wide.

“Why do you sound depressed??” she questions

“Why are you not freaking out like me?” she adds.

“He has a girlfriend” you say, taking another drink of your lemonade.

“God I wish there was alcohol in this” you chime again, mostly to yourself.

“Ok he has a girlfriend BFD he can't like her that much if he asked you for your number” she said with a satisfied shrug.

“Yeah that's just it, I don't wanna be the reason he leaves her. I mean we literally just met like what? Twenty minutes ago? And who knows how long he's been with her” you ramble. Your friend shakes her head

“Listen, whatever happens between them is NOT your problem. If he'd leave her for a girl he just met twenty minutes ago then clearly their relationship is already trash” she states. You look at her blankly for a moment before rolling your eyes.

“You just like the drama” you retort with an eventual smile. She nods proudly as she takes another sip of her drink

“I do! AND I like the guitarist so we're going to that show at that party” she decides. You chuckle and shake your head. Honestly you were excited to hear and see him again, you really really were and it's not like you guys were gonna make out or anything. You had no plans on doing anything that would jeopardize his current relationship, the two of you were just friends so far, not even friends, just acquaintances. Being an acquaintance sounded far better than being a home-wrecking hussy.

“That reminds me” you say, settling the storm of thoughts in your mind. Your friend looked up at you.

“Josh said that Jake, that guitarist you're in love with, was staring at you the whole show”  you proclaim readying yourself for the deafening overzealous girl-ish shriek that was sure to be escaping her perfectly glossed lips at any moment.

“WHAT??!” she yelled, her aura flashed at you like the aftershock of an atom bomb.l her face lit up with excitement and yours winced with the pain of her shriek ringing in your ears.

“Sorry I said anything” you reply but it falls on deaf ears.

“Oh my god what will I wear??” she asks her eyes darting off in thought.

“Wear two stamps and Saltine cracker for all I care , just don't get your hopes up about mr. wonderful there, boys in bands aren't really known for their long healthy relationships, more like short, shameful one night stands” you say.

“Yeah I don't care” she replies quickly. You smile, of course she doesn't. You can't help but feel differently about Josh, somehow you knew he wasn't like that. Maybe that was just you getting your own hopes up. He seemed genuine but you had only just met him so you couldn't really make a fair call yet. The rest of that day was full of water, sunshine, and lingering thoughts of two boys you hardly knew.

The next day was completely different, weather-wise at least. Dark, heavy clouds hung over your town like a horrendous guilt. A, what seemed to be never ending, shower of rain fell to the ground turning every home and business in Silver City, Michigan  into a lakefront property.

“Its about time you woke up” your friend smiles as you join her in the living room. She hands you a hot cup of tea, both of you still wore your pajamas which consisted of cotton shorts and old oversized t-shirts. The sound of rain dancing on the large window made you sleepy again, noting a huge crack of thunder and lightning couldn't solve though. Your body jolted in response to the loud boom. Your friend simply laughed and took another sip of her steaming beverage, smelled like vanilla chamomile.

“Shut up” you report playfully elbowing her in the ribs. You looked at your phone, you forgot you had turned it on silent last night. There was one unread message from a random number. Butterflies took flight against the walls of your stomach.

Josh.

You hated the fact that you couldn't help but blush and grin at the thought of him.

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

You chanted to yourself in incantation before refocusing and reading his message.

J: Hey, it's me! I hope you had a good rest of your day yesterday, sorry for the late text, I had to wait till my girl fell asleep to talk to you…

Your heart sinks. You felt so bad for his girlfriend, it's not nice of Josh to go behind her back BUT there are always two sides to every story and who knows maybe she's talking to another guy behind his back. Your thoughts flew around your mind like fireflies. You shook your head and watched them scatter out of your ears and disappear into nothing.

Y: hey Josh! I'm glad to hear from you, so when's that party?

You decide to completely ignore the fact of his girlfriend and ask about the show instead, you'd like to talk to him more about his relationship because clearly he wasn't very happy in it, but it wasn't your place to ask.

J: 343 university Dr. we play at seven but well be there around five, so does this mean you're coming?

Y: yeah well be there, my friend would drag me by my hair if I didn't want to go lol but she won't have to

J: well that's good news for your hair, its too pretty to be pulled around…..like that anyway

The butterflies made their way all throughout your body. Did he just compliment you? It felt so good to hear him say that, it made you feel like a little giggly school girl with a crush. On the other hand you couldn't stop wondering if he'd said the same to his girlfriend today or who knows maybe there's other girls. You signed and slump down in your seat. Why was this eating you alive? You really honestly didn't even know him that well. You didn't know his last name, his favorite color, if he'd ever broken a bone. All you knew was he was a boy in a band, with a beautiful voice and a face to match. You felt the butterflies melt into a warmth as thoughts of him filled your head.

Y: josh…

J: I know i'm sorry, I just… I can't help it. I'm usually not like this but I just feel pulled towards you..

Somehow you knew exactly what he was trying to say, you felt the same way. The two of you were magnetized towards each other. You needed to be in his life one way or another and you just might have to put your better judgement aside and let temptation take the wheel.

Y: I know, it's okay. You're really sweet and I appreciate that. I'm really glad we met Josh

J:Im glad we did too and I feel like we met for a reason, I have to go rehearse with the guys now, but i'll talk to you as soon as I can… maybe I can come see you tonight?

Come see you tonight? What does that mean? What would we do? What would he tell his girlfriend? You didn't know what to say, hopefully he would be too busy at rehearsal to have any free time tonight.

Y: sure, if you're not busy you can stop by, just call me or something, hopefully ill still be awake ha ha. If no then i'll see you at the show…. Bye Josh :)

J: haha ok bye y/n

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*later that evening*

“So you're going to let him come over tonight right??” your friend prys as the two of you walked through the mall. You rolled your eyes, as you often did around her.

“How did you even know about that?” you asked, swinging your bags as you walked. She looked down

“I may have just quickly skimmed through your texts while you were in the shower” she chimed with an innocent smile. You glared at her but couldn't hold back your laugh.

“Youre so fucking nosy” you reply shoving her gently. She smirks with a slight cock of her head.

“I dont go through your phone” you add. Her face goes blank

“Yeah well my love life isn't as exciting as yours right now, my phone’s dryer that the sahara” she responds with her usual quick wit.

“Well what about Jake, he might like you” you suggest.

“Yeah he MIGHT and I dont have his phone number so I cant talk to him” she argues.

“We’ll get it at the party don't worry” you reassure. She sighs and drops her shoulders.

“Yeah and so will every other girl within a mile radius” she retorts.

“Hey there were plenty of girls at the water park yelling his name but he only had eyes for you” you respond, you can tell what you said made her feel slightly better.

“Yeah well I guess we'll see, he is really cute though…. I'm totally getting his number” she chirps decidedly. You knew she would, it never takes much coaxing for her to want to get a guy's number, usually she didn't have to ‘get’ them, guys practically threw their numbers at her. I've gotta hand it to her this time though, Jake is a good looking gman.

Just then your phone rings, you look down and see Josh’s name flashing on the screen.

“oh shitting hell it's him!” you say looking at your friend like a deer in headlights.

“Well what are you out of your mind?? ANSWER IT!” she demands as she grabs your hand making you put your phone against your face.

“Hi, Josh” you say, shooing her hand away.

“Hey! I wasn't sure if you were going to answer” he says, you can tell a smile is beaming on his face.

“Yeah sorry my hands are kinda full and I had to dig in my bag for my phone” you lied. Your  hands were only carrying one bag, they were hardly full, and your phone was already in your hand as well. You didn't want Josh to know you were too nervous to answer right away and your friend had to basically force feed the phone to you.

“Oh well, i'm done with rehearsal.. What are you up to?” he asks, he must have JUST got done with practice because you can hear him and who you assume is the rest of the band fumbling with some equipment in the background.

“Oh me and y\f\n are just at the mall, well we're leaving now, we just wanted to pick up some new outfits for..” your voice trails. Shit. you did not want him to know you were here getting new clothes for his show, that would give him a big ego.

For christs sake y\n make something up QUICK BEFORE-

“For what?” he questions, his voice interrupting you from your panicked thoughts.

Fuck.

“Ummm for …. A birthday party! Yeah next weekend, her cousin's birthday party. Its gonna be on a boat at the lake so we wanted to get some beach appropriate attire” you say, what a shit-headed fucking lie, really? A birthday party? On a boat??? Josh simply laughs

“Birthday party huh? Sounds like a good time” he's smiling again.

“Well I hope you have fun.. So you wanna get together tonight?” he asks getting right to the elephant in the room. You pause and look at your friend who nods so hard you thought she was going to slip a disc in her spine.

“Aren't you really busy? You're in a band you must have like no free time to hangout with  me” you say prolonging your answer.

“Well no I don't have much free time, but i'm freeing up my time...for you” he responds. His words were so sweet but so hard to hear and they made you feel both happy and conflicted at the same time.

“I'll bring Jake,” he adds.

Your friend snatches your phone when she hears this.

“Yes! Lets hangout! Our address is 1342 sunfield st. Why don't you guys stop over, let's say,in  an hour!” she chimes cheerfully. You can hear Josh’s voice responding but cant make out what he's saying.

“Awesome see you guys soon!” she says once more before hanging up the phone. You just stand there looking at her with zero expression on your face.

“You'll thank me later” she remarks, tossing you your phone and continuing through the mall.

“Come on slowpoke we gotta get date ready!” she bounces up and down grabbing your hand pulling you along. You were really excited to see Josh again, nervous as hell, but excited nonetheless. What were you going to wear?

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The two of you finally returned back to your house, your friend made a bee-line for her room, you did the same. You stood hopelessly in front of your closet.

“God I have nothing to wear!” you holler to your friend.

“You can borrow something of mine,” she offers. You hear her shuffling through her drawers, she's probably ripping through her clothes.  With a quick pace you made your way to her room.

“What should I wear?” you ask looking through her clothes she's already tossed aside.

“I haven't the faintest idea, I guess it depends on what we're going to do. Maybe wear something practical? Multi-purpose” she suggests. No help. You grab a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top that had a red floral pattern. This'll do. Sauntering back to your room you slip the outfit on and look at yourself in the mirror. Thank god you and her were basically the same size. Now all that was left was the matter of your hair and makeup. You decided to go with something simple, you didn't want to look like you were trying to impress him (even though you were). You tied your hair into a high pony-tail leaving a few strands down in the front to frame your face.

With gentle and effortless precision you put on your eyeliner, it really brings out your eyes and makes your cheekbones look nice. Usually that was the only makeup you wore, but tonight, you decided to put on some lipstick for good measure, a nice natural blush color. You smile at your reflection, which rarely ever occurred.

“You look great!” your friend's voice fills the air, light pink waves crashing over hot sand, you watch as the waves echo out of your bedroom window.

You turn to look at her, she's wearing a knee length sky blue spaghetti strap dress, it was simple and pretty and fit her frame perfectly. She wore a pair of white doc martens to top off her soft grunge look, her hair was down and barely touched her shoulders.

“What happened to ‘wear something practical’”? You question with a grin.

“To hell with it, I need to look irresistible” she answers.

“Well you do, I love that dress” you respond. There was a knock on the door, you and y\f\n looked at each other before the both of you  scurried excitedly to the door.

“Oh wait wait WAIT” you exclaim in a hushed yell as you ran into the bathroom, you grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed a careful amount over your body.

“Ok go go go” you say as you toss the bottle back on the counter. The two of you rush to the door looking each other over one last time before your friend pulls the door open. In front of you stand Josh  and Jake, both wearing sweet smiles.

“Hey,” Josh says looking at you, his smile grew softer and more sincere the longer he looked at you. You picked up on it and blushed letting out a pathetically soft “hi”

“Come on in” your friend says, opening the door even wider. The boys step inside looking around, taking in their surroundings.

“Nice place, Josh and I share an apartment” Jake states with a soft chuckle

“This is hardly our house, her parents pay our rent” you say nodding toward your friend. She smiles

“Yeah they're loaded! So what do you guys wanna do?” she says quickly. Jake laughs at her remark.

“We thought we could go for a walk, maybe get some ice cream” josh says, more to you than the other two.

“A walk? It's like 10 pm” your friend says a small laugh escaping her lips.

“That's the best time to go” Jake says.

“Don't worry we'll protect you from any robbers” Josh jokes. You smile, you did everytime he looked at you, you couldn't help it he was so pretty.

“Sounds fun” you chime.

“Im 100% getting blue moon” your friend says grabbing her purse

“Oh you don't need that, ill buy” Jake offers, your friend looks at you with a smile.

“My kinda guy” she jokes again. Jake and Josh laugh and you all head out the door. The night air was crisp and clean, the smell of rain still hung in the sky. The ground was damp and the clouds were still looming and dark, but the rain had settled to a light sprinkle. You could smell it all, the droplets that hung off the leaves and the wet earthy dirt they fell onto. It was your absolute favorite smell, it reminded you of fall, which was only a few weeks away. The thought of that made you face burn red as you remembered you told josh that you had a birthday party on a boat to go to in a few weeks not stopping to think about what season it was. Dumbass. There's no way he fell for that.

Jake and your friend trailed slightly behind you and Josh, keeping conversion as they did. You heard them both laugh every few seconds and they seemed to be getting along.

“You look really pretty,” Josh speaks, forcing your attention on him.

“Oh” you smile.

“Thank you, I couldn't really find anything nice to wear, so I had to borrow something of hers” you admit with a laugh.

“You could have worn a trash bag, you'd still look pretty,” he says. His voice was dark and gentle like melted chocolate. His words ripped through you like wind through trees and all you could think about was his girlfriend.

“Can I ask you something?” you question.

“You can ask me anything” he responds, his eyes searching the ground.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you ask, your voice falls a little. Josh looks at you and then a passing car steals his gaze.

“When I first saw you I felt this pressure lift from my shoulders and then I couldn't take my eyes off of you, even if I wanted to I couldn't. You filled my head and I hadn't even spoken to you yet. One look.. And you entranced me…” he says softly.

“There's something between us y/n and I need to know what it is” he speaks again. Both of you had stopped walking by now, Jake and your friend were across the street ordering everyone's ice cream and standing noticeably close. Now that you thought about it, so were you and Josh.

“What about your girlfriend?” you ask, barely able to form words, all you could focus on was his perfect lips and enchanting eyes. You were close enough that you could smell his faint cologne pass your nose with every slight gust of wind. Your mention of his girlfriend didn't seem to phase him at all.

“Things with me and her are complicated, our relationship was set up through our parents and it's just a mess.. A forced mess. She doesn't feel that close to me, I've known you for a day and I've felt more things with you than I've ever felt with her. He explains. He was being honest, it wasn't just a show or him telling you what you want to hear.

“So why don't you just break up with her?” you ask again.

“I've never broken up with anyone before… I don't know how...plus her dad is our band manager and it would just cause a lot of problems” he admits. You understood how he felt, you'd never broken up with anyone either, you've always been on the receiving end of a bad breakup. Jake and y/f/n return, arms full of ice cream.

“Peanut butter cup, your favorite” your friend chimes, handing you a double scoop of the creamy treat stuffed generously into a waffle cone. Waffle cones were amazing, you never understood why anyone got anything else, they were delicious and if you rice cream started to melt it would catch in the diamond shaped waffle divots of the cone and not drip on your clothes. Yummy and practical.

“Thanks” you say, taking a refreshing lick. The four of you walked aimlessly around town, talking and laughing the whole way until you eventually wound up back at your house.

“Wow i cant believe how late it is already” Jake says looking at his phone, which prompted you to do the same.

“Holy shit it's 1am” you say, which was probably a mistake because saying it out loud made you realize how tired you actually are. Josh looks at you  

“Yeah it's late but I don't wanna leave” he admits a smile forms on his sweet face. He looked cute when he was tired.

“....you can stay the night if you'd like” you say nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. Josh's face lit up

“It is very dangerous to drive while you're tired” your friend comments. Jake smiles and looks at Josh as the four of you walk back inside.

“I'm game” he says plopping down on the couch.

“Yeah I guess we can just crash on the couch” Josh says with a shrug, your friend quickly intervenes.

“Oh no no no this old couch will kill your back, you can sleep in y/n’s room!” she offers. You freeze. In my room? In the same bed? At the same time?

“Right y/n?” your friend speaks again, with a perky tone. Her eyes grow wide, glaring at you for a quick second.

“Oh uh yeah totally, these couches are stone” you say trying to sound nonchalant.

“Jake and I will probably stay up a while, why don't you guys head to bed?” your friend says again. Wow she's really pushing for you two to be together. You laugh at her and once again roll your eyes.

“Yeah, cmon Josh, it's right down the hall” you say, leading him to your room.

He closes the door behind him as the two of you enter. There's a moment of silence.

“You know, I can sleep on the floor if you're not comfortable with this,” he says stuffing his hands nervously in his pockets. It was tempting considering he had a girlfriend already but you  couldn't remember the last time you vacuumed this floor.

“No that's ok, I'm fine with sharing the bed, I wouldn't ask you to sleep on the floor” you say with a chuckle before yawning.

“I'm more tired than I realized” you add , sleep tugging at your eyelids.

“Me too” Josh says stretching. You looked down at what you were wearing. Jeans. Yikes. You can't sleep in jeans.

“Do you want me to leave so you can change?” he asks, reaching for the door handle.

“Um yeah sorta” you giggle shyly, he smiles.

“Just knock when you're ready” he says, stepping out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. You quickly pull your clothes off and toss them in your laundry basket before grabbing light blue pajama shorts that had little red cherries patterned across them, then you grabbed the matching blue tank top and took off your makeup with some wipes you kept in your drawer. You let your hair down and checked yourself in the mirror before knocking twice on the door.

“I'm done” you chime. Josh steps back in, his eyes fall down your body and his facial expression softens.

“Still pretty” he says brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body warms to his touch. It was so gentle and soft, you look down, smiling to yourself.

“Are you gonna change?” you ask realizing he's wearing jeans too.

“Well I usually sleep in my boxers” he says, not breaking eye contact with you.

“That's fine, whatever's comfortable” you reply walking gover to your bed and sliding in. Josh starts to undo his belt and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt over his head. His body was a wonderful olive tone and he had a thin trail of  hair that led from his belly button to his… you know.

Your face flushes as you think more about how undeniably sexy he iis. He smiled almost like he could hear your thoughts.

“I'll get the light” he says, switching it off. Then there was darkness. You felt his body slide in bed next to you, immediately warming you. His smooth skin brushed against yours as he turned on his side to face you. His hand lifted to your face and he strokes your cheek with his thumb gracefully.

“This feels….right” his voice breaks the silence and floats in your ears.

“Yeah it does” you admit, he couldn't see it, but you had a huge smile on your face. Your bedroom window is wide open and it began to rain agoian outside, you could hear every droplet splash against the ground and the wind blew gently through the trees. The wind blew through the window sending a chill through your room. You got goosebumps and shook slightly. Instantly Josh wrapped his arm around your side and pulled you into his chest. His delicious cologne still lingering on his body. His warmth and the comfort of his touch had you sleeping almost instantaneously.

“Goodnight y/n” he said softly, his fingers tracing a pattern on your back.

“Goodnight Josh” you reply tiredly. You wondered what Jake and your friend were doing, they must have fallen asleep or were watching a movie because you couldn't hear them in the living room, you fell asleep trying to decide.

You were jolted awake by Josh who jumped out of your bed.

“What's wrong?” you ask as you sit up rubbing your eyes. You could hear him quickly pulling his jeans back on .

“Hey, go back to sleep, I just, I have to go,” he says, putting his shirt on.

“It's your girlfriend isn't it?” you question, he sighs and sits on your bed.

“Yea she called me like twenty times, it's already 10am….I should go” he says reluctantly. You nod, you didn't want him to leave but it really wasn't up to you.

“Okay” you say softly

“Hey….” he says getting closer to you, his fingers gently grab your face and he kisses you passionately. His lips are soft and hungry, he leans over you slightly as if he's trying to savor every last taste of you, but the two of you battle for power, he wins. His thumb strokes your cheek and he pulls away softly, your face still in his hands, your foreheads rested gently against each other’s. His eyes searched yours for forgiveness.

“I'll text you as soon as I can” he assures. You nod as he gets off your bed and heads for the door. He offers you one last smile before he disappears down the hall. You fall back on your pillow with an exhausted sigh. His warmth still imprinted on the sheets and his smell still drifting through the air.

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POLYGLOT (4) / JJK

The prefix poly- comes from Greek and means "many" or "multi-." The last part of the word comes from the Greek term glōtta, meaning "language" or "tongue."

Word: I’m no writer and English ain’t my mother tongue, but I’ll try my very best to make this as great as I possibly can. I’ll try to be your polyglot and put my weird romantic dreams into words. Pairing: reader x Jungkook Genre: romance Warnings: none

Word count: 1854 words

Summary: Your academic background consists of a wide range of languages. You only studied Korean with a linguistic point of view in mind, as Hangul is a perfect phonetic language. Learning a new culture and their music always excited you so when an opportunity arrises to be a translator in Korea you didn’t even hesitate for a second. No, you immediately booked your one way ticket without even being certain that you had the job.

PART (1) / PART (2) / PART (3) / / PART (5) / PART (6)

He actually couldn’t do anything the day after the video shoot as he had already agreed to meet up with a few other K-pop idols that were the same age as him. So you had decided to meet up the night before you would be leaving to America. He had to practice all day so only a quick dinner was possible. When he left you for the second time at the entrance of your building, your feelings had somehow shifted. This really wasn’t a good idea, right? It feels like you made plans to go out on a date and this thought alone made your head spin. He was actually just being nice as he knows you don’t have any friends in Seoul. Jungkook is nice so this seemed very plausible for this to be innocent.

Even though you had tried to calm down the next couple of days and you really tried not to think about him too much, you had spend your free time on Tumblr searching for the brown haired guy. Ok, you also went outside to go shopping for a new outfit. Everything you had brought with you screamed too much I’m a foreigner and I’m desperately trying to fit in. So you decided you deserved a new cool outfit. It was also the first time you were going to cook something in your new apartment and it was also the first time going alone into a Korean supermarket. These two points seem trivial and not that important, but to you these were huge accomplishments. These milestones started to make you feel more at home in a country that was so different from yours.

“Hi Y/N. I’m just leaving rehearsals. I’m going to take a quick shower and I will make my way over to yours. Sounds good?” It was Jungkook who was whispering in his phone which made it difficult to put him on speaker as you had intended to do first.

“Why are we whispering?” You whispered back.

“Someone might hear and tag along.” He confessed.

“They can tag along, you know. I definitely have enough food.”

“So, I’ll be there in half an hour or so. I will make sure to eat everything you have.”

“Okay, see you in half an hour Jungkook.”

“Bye Y/N.”

Every time he said your name you had trouble keeping your breathing steady and your head from spinning. Every day that passed his grip on your lungs grew and you felt like he knew. He knew he had an effect on you. Trying to get him out of your head for the fifth time today, you started to cook the food you had bought. He had been practicing all day so he must actually be really hungry and tired. It would be nice if the food was all set when he arrived. You were finishing the simple meal you had planned when your bell rang. You hurried over to the door to buzz him in.

“Please go to the 12th floor and when you get out of the elevator go right.” The fun thing about buzzing him in was that you could see him but he couldn’t see you. You had expected him to be in more comfortable clothing, but couldn’t hide the smile because he specially for tonight wore a white shirt.  

After a couple of minutes there was a knocking on your door and you hurried yourself for the second time today to your door. Before opening the door you looked for the last time in the mirror. You looked really good if you had to be honest. You had bought a new T-shirt dress kind of thing that matched your white fluffy slippers. Your hair was its normal self but with a bit more effort put into. 

“Hi Jungkook! Welcome to my new apartment.” You said while hugging him. He was a little bit shocked to say the least when you did but he gladly accepted. You still had to get used to Koreans being less touchy than you were used to. Back home you always greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek or a hug.

“I already have everything prepared. You must be really hungry after a full day of rehearsals, or that’s what I thought. I didn’t want to let you wait any longer.” You confessed while putting everything on your little dinner table. He started to help you but you quickly took everything out of his hands. “Please go sit down and relax and I will ask you for your help if needed.” He simply nodded and and finally sat down. He wore skinny jeans with holes in them and you had a good view on his firm thighs. You shook your head and grabbed the bottle of wine you had cooled in your fridge.

“I don’t know if you actually drink wine but I definitely want a glass. The only other thing I have is water and maybe a can of-“ he stopped your rambling by taking the bottle of wine out of your hands. He started to open the bottle.

“I like to drink wine, so don’t try to worry too much. Please sit down and relax so I can pour you a glass of this.” You did as you were told and sat down. He poured you a glass of wine and also one for himself.

“Thank you so much for cooking me dinner tonight. Otherwise I would have done something unhealthy all by myself. This is more fun.” He took his glass and you did the same as he clinked them together while never leaving your eyes.

“I’ve got to be thanking you as this is the first time I cooked in this apartment. I don’t like to cook for myself even though I really do enjoy cooking.” 

“I have got to admit, the food looks delicious.” That being said he started to dig in. You weren’t that familiar with the Korean kitchen so you made something you used to eat a lot back home. Simply rice with meatballs and a very secret family recipe sauce. During dinner you talked about all sorts of things. He was really interested in what you thought of Korea so far and if you had liked your first day of work. You were more interested in his day and how tired he must be. 

“I might be a little bit tired but sometimes you don’t need to sleep to recharge. Talking to you and getting to know you also recharges my batteries. So please stop worrying and let me get to know you.”

“What do you want to know? I’ll answer as honestly as I possibly can.” He quirked an eyebrow and a smirk rested on his face. He poured you another glass of wine and moved toward the seating area. He comfortably positioned himself with one leg curled op beneath him which showed off his strong legs. He padded the seat next to him and before you knew it you were sitting crossed legged next to a breathtaking Jungkook.

The rest of the night was spend talking about any subject the two of you could come up with. There was a lot of information shared and it made you wonder why you were opening up so quickly. Not to say that you were an extreme introvert, but it usually took you a couple of months before opening up to someone new. And here was a tired but good-looking Jungkook seated in your sofa listening to your personal dreams and thoughts. He never looked away from you while you were talking. He made you feel like you were the funniest and most interesting person on the planet. The funny part was only because you were getting more tipsy by the second as Jungkook offered to open another bottle of wine.

“I’ve noticed you and Hyun Shik get a long really well. Do you like him? I mean, you’re around the same age.”

“Well, we’re around the same age too Jungkook. What is your point exactly? I’ve only talked to Hyun Shik, and for that matter, to all of you only a couple of times. I’ve barely been here for two weeks and Hyun Shik was the first friendly face to help me.” He seemed content with your answer and started to drink from his glass again. 

“Why are you asking though?” You asked with flushing cheeks but you weren’t the only one being flustered.

“Hyun Shik is a good guy and you seem to be a good girl too, so my interest was peaked.” His words felt like a punch in your gut and you hated yourself for secretly wanting more. He was just trying to set you up with a colleague. 

“I’m glad I sparked your interest.” Was the only thing that you could mutter while never locking your eyes with him. He seemed to notice as his hand was now resting on your knee.

“Y/N my interest was sparked the moment you started talking at your interview.” This finally got your eyes to shoot up and look at his face. He looked nervously at his hand on your knee and finally decided to go through his hair so his hand wasn’t on your knee anymore. You visibly swallowed when his fingers went through his hair and you suddenly had to fight the urge to touch his hair. You wanted to know how soft it was and if it smelled as good as you thought it would. His eyes finally dared to look into yours again and you had to keep yourself from glancing over to his lips. Oh, how it killed you to not know how his lips would feel on yours.

“Thank you.” You finally bring out after minutes of silently staring at each other. He looked at your lips while you were talking and abruptly got of the sofa.

“I have to go now, I’m really tired and it’s late. We also have a long day ahead of us tomorrow so I shouldn’t keep you from packing or resting.” He spoke so quickly you really had to pay attention to what he was saying as your Korean ain’t as good as his. 

“Oh yes! Of course you are tired. I’m so sorry for keeping you here for so long.” You instantaneously stood up and walked him to your front door. After he had tied his shoes, he turned to you. Your bodies almost touching because of your small hallway. 

“I really had a great time Y/N. I hope we get to do this again, and next time I’ll cook.” 

“That would be nice Jungkook. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You finally opened the door and he stepped outside. He lingered not really wanting to leave yet but not seeming to know what to say either.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you can teach me some English while we’re on the plane. I want to learn English so I can help Namjoon during interviews.”

“I would love too. I’ll bring some things with me to help you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Bye.” “Bye.”

After the last ‘bye’ was shared you closed the door and tried to cool down. You work for him. You can not start to develop any feelings for a famous artist that you work for. Just no!

[ohfrickfanfic]

Three’s Company

Requested by @saltynemo and @withered-roses: withered-roses requested more innocent! churchboy! Tyler, and then saltynemo came up with this great idea: “OOO IDEEEAAA. So like you and Josh (not virgin or innocent josh) are about TO like have sex than virgin!Tyler walks in and is like “gotta go girls”. But then you and Josh are like AYE LETS TEACH HIM SOME STUFF and they just have a 3 some idk.”

Pairings: Josh x Reader x innocent! churchboy! Tyler

Warnings/ Tags: Belly button kink, sex dice, facial. Also the beginning may seem slightly dub-con but I PROMISE there will be full consent before anything major happens once Tyler realizes what he got himself into. I will NEVER write full dub-con.

You and Josh have been dating for roughly six months, but you’ve yet to meet his roommate, Tyler. Most of your date nights end up back at your place since you live alone and can have your privacy there. You’ve been to Josh’s apartment before, but only on Sundays when Tyler’s busy with church activities, or on Wednesday nights, like tonight, when he’s usually at bible study. On a whim, you and Josh pick up some sex dice at a local sex shop after your dinner date, and neither of you can wait to get back to his place and have some time alone with the place to yourselves. The sexual tension is high on the ride home and continues as you make your way up the apartment stairs, tripping over yourselves as your mouths crash and hands roam each other’s bodies. “Tyler!?” Josh questions in surprise, breaking the kisses when he opens the door. Tyler is sitting in an oversized armchair by the window, legs curled underneath him as he reads from his leather-bound bible. “I thought you had Bible study tonight?” Josh continues. “I did, but it got postponed because the pastor is sick,” he says without lifting his head, deeply immersed in the passage he’s reading. “Ok, well, we’re just gonna be in my room, then,” Josh states, hoping Tyler catches on and doesn’t bother the two of you. “We’re?” Tyler questions, keeping his place with his finger and looking up. “Oh, s-sorry. Forgive me for being rude, I-I didn’t realize we had a guest,” he apologizes, shifting his feet out from under him to stand. “Tyler, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. I know you’ve heard me talk about her before. I guess it’s time you two met anyway," Josh says, introducing you to Tyler. “N-nice to m-meet you, Y/N,” Tyler stutters nervously, extending his hand to you. You grasp his clammy hand, giving it a firm shake. “So, like I said, we’ll be in my room, Tyler,” Josh emphasizes again, hooking his hand around your waist and pulling you towards his room. You flash a friendly smile to Tyler and a quick wave bye. Tyler waves back slowly with an expressionless gaze. “Wait, was he seriously reading the Bible… like, for fun?” you say, pointing behind you to the now closed door inside Josh’s room. “Yup!” Josh answers, taking a seat on his bed. “That’s his idea of fun. It’s all he does; he’s either reading the Bible, playing his Ukulele, his keyboard, or goofing around on Mario Kart,” he continues as he rips open the packaging of the sex dice. “Josh, you need to get that boy out of the house, be his wingman or something. Get him laid; I mean, I’m assuming he’s a virgin?”  you ramble. “Uh, ya think?” Josh chuckles. “Poor thing. He’s a cutie though,” he adds, rolling the dice around in his palm, causing you to raise an eyebrow at his admittance.  "What? Come on, you know I’m bi… Anyway, you wanna play with the sex dice or not?” he asks impatiently, a smirk spreading on his lips. “Of course, baby,” you smile. “But they’re not gonna roll well on the bed. Come down here on the floor,” you suggest, lowering yourself to sit on his bedroom floor and patting the spot next to you. Josh rolls first, but you’re not even two rolls in, most of the actions innocent so far, when suddenly the door flings open. “Hey, Josh, you wanna play Mario Kart?”  Tyler asks nonchalantly like he didn’t just barge into Josh’s room without knocking. “Tyler, remember when I told you we,” he says, pointing back and forth between you and himself, "were gonna be in my room?" Josh says with a hint of suggestion in his voice. “Ummm, yeah…” Tyler answers as he twirls his brunette locks, clearly not getting it. “Oh, what are you guys playing?” he asks, noticing the dice on the floor. “A game,” Josh answers hastily, getting annoyed with his roommate. “Oh cool, can I play?” Tyler asks naively, causing you and Josh to exchange a look. It’s clear you both have the same idea. “Sure,” you smirk, again patting a spot next to you. “Ok, so here’s how this is gonna work: this game typically isn’t made for three players, so round one, you and I will pair up, Tyler. Then round two, Josh and I will pair up, and round three will be you and Josh,” you say, speaking to Tyler. “I’ll roll first.” You grasp the dice from the floor, shaking them between your clasped hand and opening them to spill out the dice. “Lick/Ear,” you say, reading the dice and shifting your body onto your hands and knees, inching closer to Tyler. You trail your tongue seductively along the shell of his ear, getting carried away and placing a light nibble on the soft part of his earlobe. “S-stop, that tickles,” Tyler squeals, moving his head away from you. “Hey, you wanted to play,” you tease. “Okay, Tyler, your turn,” you say, handing him the dice. “Ummm, kiss/lips,” he reads aloud after his roll. He scoots closer to you placing a quick, chaste peck on your lips, and returns to his original spot with blushed cheeks. “Ooooh! Tyler’s first kiss,” Josh teases in a sing-song voice. “Shut up, Josh!” Tyler retorts, turning redder by the second. Josh takes his turn rolling the dice next. “Mmmm suck/breast, now we’re getting somewhere,” Josh smirks. Tyler’s eyes go wide as Josh pulls your breast from your low-cut shirt, grabbing it roughly as he sucks on your nipple. You tip your head back, letting out a low moan as Josh gets into it, now teasing the bud of your nipple with his tongue. Your eyes dart to Tyler to gauge his reaction, and he quickly clasps his hands over the growing bulge in his jeans. “W-what kind of game i-is th-this?” Tyler stammers nervously as Josh pulls his mouth from you. “It’s a sex game, Tyler. These are sex dice,” you laugh, eyeing the tent in his pants he’s so desperately trying to hide. “ I-I’ve never had sex,” he confesses, shifting anxiously, his hands still firmly in his lap. “Ya don’t say!” you retort sarcastically, nodding your head down to point out the fact that he’s been absent-mindedly palming himself. “Frick! I’m sorry!” he blurts out, embarrassed, quickly flinging his hands to his side, only to immediately bring them back to cover his obvious erection. “Tyler, it’s ok to be turned on. That’s kind of the point of this game, but you don’t have to play if you’re uncomfortable,” you reassure him. “No… I-I-I want to play,” he gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Josh gives Tyler an encouraging smile as he hands you the dice. “Your turn babe.” “Ooooh, Lick/Navel!” you say excitedly. “You know I think that belly button of yours is one of the sexiest things about you. Bring your ass over here,” you demand, beckoning him with a finger.

Josh obliges, shuffling over to you on his knees and lifting his shirt. You dip your head, your tongue darting out between your parted lips to trace along the perfect swirl of Josh’s navel. You circle the pattern again and again, your saliva filling the small, shallow crater in his abdomen before withdrawing your mouth back and ending with a kiss to the round, knotted, depression.

“Alright, round three, you and Josh,” you say, biting your lip as you hand the dice to Tyler, your fingers grazing his sweaty palm. “It- it says s-suck/below waist, but-but that’s homosexual. That’s a sin,” Tyler rambles, flustered after his roll. “We can stop playing anytime you want, Tyler, but don’t lie to yourself. I see the way you look at me when I get out of the shower with only a towel around my waist, the way you scurry into your room to do God knows what while you think about me. Isn’t that true Tyler?” Josh taunts, causing Tyler to draw in a sharp breath and shake his head in agreement.

Tyler exhales, making his way over to Josh and fumbling with the buckle of Josh’s belt. He reaches into his roommate's boxers, pulling out his semi-hard dick, and runs a clammy hand up and down its length until Josh is fully hard. Tyler lowers his head to wrap his inexperienced lips around the head of Josh’s member and begins to suck.

“Yeah, just like that, Tyler,” Josh encourages. “Mmmm, ya know, for the record, ‘below the waist’ could have been anything: my thigh, my knee, hell, even my toe, but your mind just went straight to my dick didn’t it?” Josh teases, softly stroking the slightly younger boy's hair as the elder leans back with one hand for support to watch. Tyler hums lowly, agreeing in response. The vibrations drive Josh wild. “Mmmm fuck, Ty! Guess you’re not as innocent as I thought." You watch as Tyler palms himself while he sucks off your boyfriend, and you can’t help but notice you’ve been rubbing yourself too. You motion to Josh to change the position so you can straddle Tyler. He obliges, shifting onto his knees and pushing Tyler down into a similar position that mimics the one he was just in: laying down, his upper body propped up with one hand, as he bobs over Josh’s length.  You straddle Tyler, your black skirt fanned out over his thighs as you grind your clit against his clothed erection. Tyler moans around Josh’s length with every roll of your hips, bringing Josh closer and closer to the edge. “Can I?” you ask, tugging at Tyler’s belt. “Please!” he begs, removing Josh from his mouth only long enough to answer. In an instant, your panties are off and you're pushing Tyler’s pants and boxers down his thighs. Leaning forward, you place wet kisses along Tyler’s neck as you line him up with your entrance. As you sink down onto his length, you can feel the muscles in his neck working under your kisses as he hallows his cheeks sucking Josh. A muffled moan escapes Tyler’s mouth, his body taken over by the pleasure of the new sensation. “God, keep it up, Ty, and I’m gonna be cumming down that pretty little throat of yours,” Josh moans out between gritted teeth. Tyler needily bucks his hips up in response, perfectly hitting your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, Tyler, right there!” you whine, bouncing on his dick and causing Tyler to repeat the action. “Fuck! You feel so good.” You lean in to breathe in his ear as you raise and lower your hips, the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the room. “I’m… gonna… fr-fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Tyler pauses giving Josh head and lifts his hips up off the floor, pushing deep into you, his cock throbbing as he spills inside of you. The sensation of the virgin’s warm cum setting off your own orgasm, you and Tyler now a pleasure-stricken mess. “Fuck, you two look so wrecked; it’s so fucking hott,” Josh moans, replacing Tyler’s limp hand with his own, pumping himself a few times before spurts of cum land in generous amounts across Tyler’s lips and face.

“I say next time you let me fuck you,” Josh huffs with a smirk. Tyler swipes the cum from his lips with his tongue before answering.

“Ok.”

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

Before the World Stops Turning: Pt. 5

Yay! Look at me being a good fanfic writer and actually sticking to what I said in my previous chapter update about posting another chapter within a reasonable time frame! Are you proud of me? Because I’m REALLY proud of me! :)

This is the other short chapter I mentioned was going to be posted (less than 1500 words at my last count), but I promise that the next chapters will be substantially longer. Okay, that’s enough of my ramblings for now, so it’d probably be best that we just get on with it, yeah?

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I hope you enjoy this chapter! (As always, additional notes and random commentary I have will be at the end beneath the tags…This author’s note is also quite long and sort of all over the place, so yet again, you are under no obligation to read it and/or read all of it...I promise I will not be offended lol)

***

It had only been a few days since Rae reached out to Kings and Queens on their band’s social media page to purchase their tickets and as she sat on the floor of Izzie’s bedroom beside her mate on Sunday evening, she was currently trying to find a way out of the arranged meet-up.

 “Are you positive you can’t pick up the tickets tomorrow on my behalf, Izz?”

 “I already told you, Rae, I’m stuck in class all day trying to prep for my final exams.”

 “I’m sure missing one day couldn’t hurt…” Rae mumbled under her breath, but she knew that Izzie’s mind wouldn’t be changed.

 “Oh, Rae-Rae! You’re just getting worked up over nothing! You yourself have told me time and time again how nice all the members of the band have been and how sweet they are when they interact with fans online…”

 “Fine, I suppose you’re right, Izzie…But I don’t even know where we’re meeting yet! Or who I’m meeting, as a matter of fact, because they never fucking told me who I was talking to!”

 Rae threw her arms up in the air in exasperation, causing Izzie to chuckle at her mate’s flair for the dramatic, before she tilted her head back to rest on the edge of Izzie’s bed while staring up at the ceiling.

 “So text him and ask! Whoever runs their social media account gave you their number for a reason, so you might as well put it to good use,” Izzie said as she grabbed Rae’s cellphone off of her desk and handed it to her, ”personally I think that you’ve been chatting with Archie, since he’s the one who typically talks about the logistics of these shows and posts all the details on his personal account before it’s posted on the band page, but you’ll never know unless you ask or agree to meet up with them…”

 “I guess…” Rae replied with a huff as she unlocked her cellphone and began drafting a text message to send.

Rae: Hey there! This is Rae Earl. I made arrangements to meet up with you tomorrow afternoon and pick up the tickets to your show that I purchased. Which café on campus were you thinking of meeting at?

 “Okay, Izzie…are you happy? The message has been sent and now we just have to keep waiting until we get a respon—“

 (New Message): Hiya Rae! :D It’s great to finally hear from you about this.

 (New Message): I was beginning to think you may have forgotten our plans to meet up :(

 (New Message): Do you know where Charlie’s Café is?

 Rae: Oh, sorry about that. I got pretty busy this past week, but I can assure you that I have not forgotten! :) Yes, I know where that is!

 (New Message): Great! Let’s meet there then, if that’s alright with you?

 Rae: Sure, sounds good to me! I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?

 (New Message): Of course, love! It’s a date ;)

 “Oh…uhm…okay?” Rae said to herself as she placed her cell phone on the carpet next to her outstretched legs.

 “What happened, Rae? Did you get the details for your meet up all sorted?”

 “Yeah, we did. We’re gonna meet at Charlie’s on campus…but look at how they ended the conversation after we confirmed the plans for tomorrow…”

 Izzie leaned over to look at Rae’s phone screen and her eyes widened slightly as she read the final text sent to Rae.

 “Aw! It looks like my Rae-Rae has a little coffee date with one of her many admirers tomorrow afternoon! That’s my girl!” Izzie said with a cheeky smirk as she bumped Rae’s arm with her shoulder.

 “Ugh, seriously, Izz? You’re hopeless…” Rae replied with an eye roll but her annoyed façade was soon betrayed by the uncontrollable grin that spread across her face as she shook her head at her best mate.

 “Oh whatever! You know you love me, Rae!” Izzie replied as she rested her head on Rae’s shoulder lightly.

***

Rae had to go to work early the next morning, but shortly before noon her boss came up to Rae and offered her the chance to leave work early today, since all the necessary tasks that had to be done had been finished hours ago.

Naturally, Rae jumped at the chance since days when they finished work earlier than expected were few and far between, and she drove back to her apartment thankful for the extra time she now had to prepare for her meet-up later that day.

 “Fucking hell! You know what, Izzie? I’m not going…”

 “What do you mean you’re not going? You can’t just cancel at the last minute like this!” Izzie chided, shaking her head disapprovingly at her best mate through the screen of her cell phone during their video call early Monday afternoon.

 “But of course I can! I’ll just tell them that something came up…”

 “Rae, I know that you’re not sure what to expect, but it’s going to be fine. Now hurry up and get dressed before you end up being late, because that would be very rude!”

 “Okay, mum, I’m getting dressed now,” Rae joked as she set her cellphone down on her bed before walking toward the open door of her closet to pick out what she was going to wear.

 “Izzie, what exactly does someone wear to something like this?”

 “Well, since it’s just an afternoon coffee date, I’d say something cute but still casual…maybe a simple dress,” Izzie suggested.

 “It’s not a date!” Rae groaned as she continued rummaging through her closet for something to wear.

 “Are you sure, Rae-Rae? Because that’s not what the last text they sent you last night implied…”

 “Oh, shut up, Izz…I know you have to get to class pretty soon, so I’ll go ahead and let you go now.”

 “Okay, that sounds good to me, Rae. Be sure to tell them I say thank you and let me know how much I owe you for the ticket!”

 “Okay, I will!”

 “And I expect to hear all the details of your coffee date with a cute band member! Talk to you later, babes! Bye…” Izzie said with a smile as she ended the video call on her phone.

 Ugh…It’s not a fucking date…

 Well, it’s probably not a date.

 I suppose there’s no harm in looking nice even if this is definitely not a date…

 Rae spent the next few minutes scouring her closet for the right thing to wear before ultimately deciding to wear a casual navy blue wrap dress with a pastel floral pattern that landed just above her knee.

 Once she finished putting on a little mascara and lipstick to complete her look without looking like she was trying too hard, Rae brushed through her long, wavy hair one last time to make sure that her hair did not look like as much of a mess as she was feeling.

Content with her choice of outfit once she slipped on her dark gray sneakers, Rae gave herself a final once over in her full-length mirror and rushed out of her apartment to where her car was parked before driving to her Uni campus.

 The drive to campus seemed to be taking much longer than it normally did and Rae could not seem to find any music on the radio that helped calm her nerves and pass the time; however, she soon found herself walking into Charlie’s Café and taking a seat at a vacant table on the far side of the café to wait for the guy she was supposed to be meeting.

 Relax, Rae! You’re here five minutes earlier than you had agreed to meet to pick up the tickets…

 He will surely be here soon, just give him a few more minutes.

Rae pulled her cellphone from her purse where she had placed it on the chair beside her and began scrolling through social media to help ease her nerves, but as she sat and waited, time began to drag on and each passing second felt like an eternity.

@eveerez @tinakegg @hey1tskat1e @lurkernolonger @milllott @nutinanutshell @i-dream-of-emus @milymargot @vivammfd @bitchesbecrazy89 @arathewallflower@mallyallyandra @kneekeyta

A/N: As if Rae wasn’t already bricking it about having to meet up with one of the band members to pick up  the tickets, they had to go and refer to their meet up as a “date” and cause her to stress even more! Is it a date? Is it NOT a date?

Poor Rae doesn’t even know who she’s supposed to be meeting becasue our little Finnley didn’t even think to introduce himself or tell her who she was going to be meeting (she’s going to be in for quite the surprise, don’t you think? lol)

The next chapter(s) are what we have been leading up to...Rae and Finn are going to finally meet properly...this is going to be a lot of fun, I think! :D

So I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but this is one of two side blogs that I have and then I have my main blog as well. Since this is a side blog, that means I can’t follow any of you/reply/like posts from this account :/

I created this side blog about a year ago to post all my MMFD-related content and I wanted some sense of anonymity, especially once I started posting my own writing here. In all honesty, I don’t really feel the need for that anonymity anymore. Obviously I will still have my other blogs separate from this one and I’ll keep posting all my MMFD stuff here, but I feel like maybe I should let you all get to know me for me, you know? (I mean…I’m fairly certain that unless you’ve messaged me privately, my last post in the Author’s Notes was the first time I ever used my name in a post…maybe? I could be wrong though…)

But yeah…most likely none of you know what I look like or where I’m from or anything about me unless you’ve picked up on it from what I write/how I write or I’ve mentioned something specific about me.

So I think I’ll leave it up to you all…do you want to know more about me? Do you want to get to know me better? Do you have any dire, pressing questions to ask me, Finn-Nelson-for-the-win aka “Sarah”?

Or do you like this interesting intrigue and mystery of me remaining more or less anonymous?

Feel free to let me know what you think or how you’d feel in my situation and who knows…this might just be my chance to revamp and update this blog to show a bit more of who I am, since this blog is nearing or just past it’s 1st Anniversary! ;) Until next time...Stay awesome, my friends! :)

[hannahindie]

Ladies’ Night

Characters: Reader, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Sam Winchester (briefly), Dean Winchester (briefly) Word Count: 5,266 (I’d say I was sorry, but I’m not. Don’t live your life with regrets, ya’ll) Warnings: A lot of snark. I would wager this is probably the sassiest reader I’ve written, which is actually kind of impressive. Garth being ridiculous, Dean being whiny, mention of Sam pouts, a good bit of violence, the gross misuse of a fire extinguisher, the wearing of high heels when it’s absolutely unnecessary, and waffles. A/N: I wrote this fic for my dear, sweet water bear’s 500 follower challenge. Congratulations, @trexrambling, you majestic sea turtle. You deserve every one of those followers and more! The situation I was given was that I would be hunting a vetala with Garth, using a fire extinguisher. I hope that I did that combination justice. As usual, my beautiful panda that I like be so much, @pinknerdpanda, was kind enough to beta this for me, so thanks to her. If you see any mistakes, it’s totally me. My old eyes ain’t what they used to be. As usual, the tags are at the bottom! If you find yourself missing or would like to be added, please shoot me an ask or a message. Feedback is always welcome!

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I stood over the partially frozen remains of the vetala I had just stabbed, breathing heavily and with hair that had escaped my ponytail in my face. I looked slowly from the vetala to Garth, who was standing on the other side of it, still holding the fire extinguisher and grinning at me sheepishly. “Seriously, dude? Seriously?”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “I thought it was worth a shot. And hey look, it worked!”

I rolled my eyes, “Yea, perfect. Thanks for that.” I looked back down at the vetala, cold fog still rolling off her body, and sighed. Sam and Dean owed me. Big time.

Earlier that day...

“Sergeant Angel speaking, what can I help ya with? Mmhmm, yes, I did send my guys there. Murray and Akroyd? Yep…No, no relation to the actors to my knowledge. Yep, give ‘em everything you've got. Great, thanks. You too, bye.” I hung up the phone and went back to making my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. With Bobby gone, it had fallen to me and a couple of others to man the phones and help out when we could, and today it was my turn to lie my ass off. On occasion I wondered how many federal laws I was breaking on the almost daily, but then decided it was best to just forget about it.

I had spent most of my morning fielding calls from local police, coroners, you name it, they called me. I sat down in the living room with my sandwich and flipped on the television just in time for my favorite show. “Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!” Nothing like a little bit of trash television to help forget about the actual trash in my life. Just as I took a giant bite out of my sandwich, my cell rang. This meant that someone that actually knew me was calling, and that usually wasn’t a good sign either. I could probably count on one hand how many times people called me to just shoot the shit. I sighed and reluctantly swiped right to answer it, “This had better be good, I’m in the middle of Jerry Springer and a damn delicious sandwich.”

“Y/N! Hey, it’s Dean.” I groaned inwardly. Definitely not good. If the Winchesters were calling, it was sure to be a pain in my ass.

“Winchester, the answer is no.” I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t even ask you anything yet!”

I took another bite of sandwich, “You didn’t have to. If you or Sam are calling, it only means a bad time,” I mumbled around the delicious peanut butter and organic jelly concoction currently assaulting my taste buds in the best way. Sam was smart, but the best thing he ever told me to try was organic jelly. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.

“Why do you have to be such an ass all the time-” I heard a rustling then another voice came on the line.

“Y/N, it’s Sam.” I smiled. Truthfully, I kind of adored both of the Winchesters, but Sam...Sammy was my favorite. Although I have to admit, angry bantering with Dean got the blood flowing, that’s for sure.

“Hey, if it isn’t my favorite Winchester. What’s up, Sam?” I heard Dean grumbling in the background and I chuckled to myself, “Tell Dean jealousy doesn’t look good on him.” I heard more grumbling then the sound of the Impala door slamming shut.

Sam laughed, “I think he heard you. Anyway, it’s not us you’d actually be helping this time. Garth is kind of stuck and Dean and I are already on a case. Do you mind giving him a hand? He’s not too far from you.”

I took another bite of sandwich, “Why does Garth need my help? Doesn’t he have like a trunk full of sock puppets he can use to awkward the thing to death?” Garth was a good hunter, I’ll give him that, but the guy was kind of a loon.

Sam laughed again, “Nah, not this time. He’s pretty much got it solved but he can’t draw it out. He needs a female’s touch, apparently.”

“Color me intrigued. What’s he hunting?” I heard some tapping and I could picture Sam typing away at his laptop. There’s nothing more adorable than Sam Winchester in research mode.

“Vetala. Looks like she’s operating out of a bar about...twenty, thirty minutes from you? Not sure why he can’t get her, but he’s striking out hard.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “He can’t draw her out because that’s a gay bar, Sam. Garth is trying to put the moves on a lesbian vetala.” I paused to take a sip of my beer, “Put that on the list of things I never thought I’d say.” I finished my sandwich, then took my plate and tossed it in the sink. I leaned against the kitchen counter, “I can help him out. Tell him to give me a couple of hours so I can get the line taken care of and I’ll head that direction.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Let us know if you need anything.”

I grinned, “Aw, Sammy, it gets me all warm and tingly when you worry about me. We’ll be fine, it’s just a couple of vetala. What could possibly go wrong?”

“I guess you’re right. Talk to you later.” He hung up and I dialed the next person on the list for the line to get it covered in my absence. After promising it wouldn’t take too long, I grabbed my go-bag from the closet and headed for my pickup.

In case you were wondering what the answer to my rhetorical question was...everything. Everything ever could possibly go wrong.

“Y/N! You’re here! Sam said you were on the way, thanks for taking the time to come!” Garth threw his arms around me and I stood there stiffly as I awkwardly patted him on the back.

“Hey, Garth. How’s...how’s it going?”

He pulled back and put his hands on his hips, “Well, I’ll tell ya, it’s been better. I’ve dealt with vetala, but these two are just...they’re being a handful, and not very cooperative. Did Sam tell you I was having trouble getting them to come out?”

I snorted, then covered it up with a cough, “Yea, Garth, he sure did. I think I might have an idea. You’re gonna need to sit down, though.”

Garth flopped down into the cheap desk chair and looked at me expectantly, “So what’s the dealio?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the guy. To be honest, he was probably the only hunter I knew that could see what he had seen and still be as happy go lucky as he was. Although it could be annoying on occasion, it was a bright spot in the shit storm I usually had to deal with. Which meant that in this particular instance, I needed to dial back the sass a little bit. “Well, Garth, Sam told me you were trying to get these vetala at a nearby bar, right? Is it called the Pussycat Club?” He nodded enthusiastically, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, “Did you...umm...did you happen to notice anything while you were in there?”

He shrugged, “A lot of beautiful women, but that’s about it. Why?”

I leaned against the table and crossed my arms, “It’s a gay bar, Garth. That’s why the vetalas aren’t going after you. Apparently they are playing for the other team….although I suppose it could be both teams and they just aren’t interested in you…” The look he gave me was a cross between surprise and hurt, and I sighed. So much for dialing back the sass. “I’m sure that’s not it though! I’ve never given lesbian vetalas much thought, but I mean why not? The supernatural can do what it wants too. Except kill people...because that part isn’t cool.” I was rambling and clearly backpedaling, but Garth smiled at me anyway.

“Lesbian vetalas. Huh. I would have never guessed that. How are we going to do this, Y/N?”

I motioned towards my bag, “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a woman. And as a woman, I have brought the necessary accessories to have a night out at this Pussycat Club. I just need you to be my backup, okay? I don’t know how long this is going to take, but hopefully we can wrap it up pretty quickly. I have to get back home in a reasonable amount of time. Sound good?”

Garth nodded, “Yep, sounds good to me. I assume, because of where we’re going, I can’t pretend to be your date?”

I rolled my eyes, “Kind of defeats the purpose, buddy. Now, I’m going to get ready. Take inventory, make sure our weapons are accounted for, and then we’ll head out.” I grabbed my bag and headed towards the bathroom. If I was going to get their attention, I was going to have to go all out. It was time to bust out the big guns.

“Garth, stop it,” I hissed.  I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know that Garth was staring at my ass.

“I wasn’t doing anything! I just...how do you have that silver knife hidden that well? You really can’t see the outline at all-”

I whipped around and glared at him, “Your head would explode if I told you how I did it. Just know that it’s there, and that despite the fact I was planning on using it on a vetala, I will not hesitate to use it on you. Quit. Staring.” Garth took a step back and not so subtly crossed his hands in front of his crotch as if he were nervous. I smirked, proud at my ability to invoke fear with just my words, and checked my makeup in the sideview mirror of my truck one last time. I didn’t often dress up, but I had to admit I cleaned up pretty well. I adjusted the deep neckline of my dress and shook the girls, a little trick my grandmother taught me, and smiled at how great they looked. My grandma knew her shit, the saucy minx. “I’m ready. Now, I have to ask...how awkward did you make it in there? Can you go back inside or is it going to be weird?” Garth scrunched his nose and shrugged, which was enough of an answer. “.....Are you even allowed back in there?”

“It might have been mentioned that I...umm...was no longer welcome in their establishment.”

“Dammit, Garth! How are you supposed to be my backup if you aren’t even allowed to go inside-” My phone ringing interrupted me and I answered it angrily, “What do you want?”

Garth looked at me with wide eyes, “Where did you even have that phone?” he mouthed at me, and I promptly gave him the finger.

“Y/N, it’s Sam. How’s it going?”

“It would be going better if Garth knew how to act around women, gay, straight, or otherwise. Why?”

There was a beat of shocked silence before Sam answered, “Well, we hadn’t heard anything and I was just wondering-”

My patience with every male hunter I knew had come to an end, even precious Sammy. I took a deep breath, “Sam, it hasn’t even been five hours since you called me. I didn’t realize I needed to keep you up to date on my current location, but I have arrived safe and sound. I even found Garth, all on my own! And now, I’m wearing a dress that is incredibly inappropriate to wear in public, and have somehow managed to conceal at least three silver blades on my person so that I can go in there and finish a job that a man couldn’t do. Do you have anything else  you need to ask me, or can I go in there and do my job?”

Garth looked at me with wide eyes and Sam was silent. I almost felt bad for yelling at Sam, but I was already done for the evening, and my night hadn’t even started yet. “Nope, I think...I think we’re good. I guess you can...well, just let me...I’ll just talk to you later. Whenever you feel like it. Bye, Y/N.” Sam hung up and I slipped the phone back where I had hid it earlier, then looked back at Garth.

“Three blades?”

I rolled my eyes, “Shut up, Garth.” I smoothed out my dress and faced the building, “Okay, I’m going in. Keep an eye on your phone, hopefully we can get this taken care of tonight. Do you have any idea at all of who it might be?” Garth shook his head but remained silent, which was probably the smartest thing he could have done. “Great. Well, I’m pretty good at winging it. Just...turn the sound on your phone. I swear to God if I call you and you don’t answer…”

“I got it! Ringer, on!” He held the phone up with a smile. If we made it through this hunt without me murdering him, it would be a miracle.

I turned and briskly walked to the entrance without saying anything else to Garth, smiled at the doorman who was so distracted by my cleavage that he didn’t bother to ask for an ID, and headed straight to the bar. If I was going to do this, I was going to need all the alcohol. I waved down the bartender and asked for the best bourbon they had, then settled onto my stool and turned to watch the floor. Finding a vetala was not easy, even when you know what you’re looking for. It’s not like looking for a wraith where you can see their true self in a mirror, or a shifter where you can see their eyes flash on camera. You have to draw them out, get them to lose their cool for long enough to catch them off guard. If there was anything that Bobby Singer taught me about this life, it was to make damn sure of what you were killing before you killed it.

“What are you having?” I glanced to my right and saw a woman leaning against the bar. She was tall, with long black hair and eyes that were so dark they almost matched her hair. Her plain black tank top and dark leather pants were in stark contrast to her pale skin, and when she smiled, something seemed...off. I tilted my head as I gazed her. She was beautiful, and if I had a hunter’s sense that amounted to anything, she was also dangerous.

I smiled, “Bourbon.” She waved down the bartender, whispered something casually in her ear, then waved her away. When she came back, the bartender sat down an entire bottle of Pappy Van Winkle’s, sat two glasses on the bar, and walked away. I looked at the bottle wide eyed, and reached out to pick it up but then put my hand down. “Is that seriously...is that a bottle of 20 year Pappy Van Winkle?” I grimaced at how awkward I sounded, but they’d just sat down a $170 bottle of bourbon, and my brain couldn’t deal with it.

“It is.” She reached out and grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap, then poured a shot each and pushed one of the glasses towards me. “You know your bourbon.”

I carefully picked up the glass and swirled the contents gently, “I know some.” I took a sip and closed my eyes as it burned all the way down. Bobby would haunt me for the rest of my days if I didn’t savor this moment. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to see the woman staring at me. “This bottle was definitely not on the shelf when I ordered earlier. How did you do that?”

The woman smiled, “I own the place. We don’t have a legit VIP section, but I like to treat the customers that intrigue me.”  

I laughed, “Intrigues you, huh? You haven’t even really talked to me yet, I could be the most unremarkable person you meet today.”

Her eyes shifted slowly from my face down to where my legs were crossed, then back up, “I highly doubt that.” I was right; vetala or not, this woman was dangerous.

I took another sip of bourbon, “Hmm. So you own this place, huh? Funny, I don’t remember seeing you in here before.”

“I just recently acquired it. The previous owner...well, they decided it would be best to sell the business. So,” she spread her hands out, “here we are. Speaking of not being seen before...I don’t recall seeing you either. I think I would remember you.”

I smiled my most charming smile, “I can blend in when I want. I don’t always want to be seen.” She moved closer to me and I realized that if I was ever going to find out if this was the vetala, I would have to make my move and quickly. I put my hand on her arm, “Is there somewhere we can go that’s a little more private? I’d like to get to know you better…” I raised an eyebrow and drew my bottom lip between my teeth. It had the desired effect; as soon as I did it, the woman’s eyes flashed blue. If I hadn’t been looking for it, I would have missed it. Bingo.

“Moira. My name is Moira.” She glanced at her watch, “I have a private office in the back, and the bar closes in about fifteen minutes. Why don’t we head back there, and then I’ll give you a ...private tour?”

I nodded, “That would be perfect.” We stood and began our walk to the back of the building. I jumped when I felt her hand slip from my lower back to my ass. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and smirked. She was good, and if I had been anyone else, I probably would have fallen for it. We came to a locked door and she opened it, motioning for me to go in first. I sat on the edge of the desk and leaned backwards as I looked around the room, “Seems like this is a pretty good gig. Pappy Van Winkle, nice office, maybe I should go into the bar business.”

Moira laughed, “Yea, well, not everyone is as successful at it. It’s hard work and I’m good at what I do.” She walked up to the desk and shoved herself between my knees.

I raised an eyebrow, “You could at least take a girl out to dinner first.”

Moira ran a thumb across my cheekbone and smiled, “I don’t have to take a girl out to dinner to get what I want. Like I said, I’m good at what I do.”

I leaned in closer and brushed my lips over the shell of her ear, “Unfortunately for you, so am I,” I whispered.

She looked at me sharply and then gasped as the cold silver of my dagger penetrated her heart. Her irises went back to blue before her eyelids slipped shut and I shoved her backwards. She hit the floor with a dull thud, and I retrieved my phone from its hiding place.

“Heyo, Y/N! What’s crackin’?”

“Your skull if you don’t cut it out, you weirdo. I got one of them, but I have no idea who the second one is. There’s always a second one. The bar closes in about ten minutes, so keep an eye out for anyone that looks sketchy when they leave. Once the bar looks empty, sneak inside. I might need you.”

“Okey dokey, artichokey! See you in a few!” I rolled my eyes and hung up. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. The hallway was too long for me to get a good look at what the club’s floor looked like, so I shut the door and stood over Moira’s body. I needed to hide her until we could take care of the second vetala. I dragged her behind the desk and wiped my hands on my dress. There was a reason I wore a black dress tonight.

The sound of my phone ringing interrupted my thoughts, “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Dean.”

I sighed, “I am in the middle of taking care of this. What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing, just wanted to check in. Sam’s been pouting since you yelled at him, wanted to make sure you weren’t too stressed. You don’t usually yell at Sammy. Me, all the time. Sammy, not so much.”

“Yea, and I’m about to yell at you some more. Listen, I’ve already got one vetala, but I still have to find the other one and it’s going to be a miracle if I take care of it without flashing everything God gave me. I am tired, and annoyed, and you literally have the worst timing. I will call you when I’m finished, okay? Great.” I heard him start to protest, but I hung up before I had to listen to it. I looked at the clock; the club was closed and should have started to empty. I slipped out of the office and down the hallway back into the main room. Although the lights were still off, most of the room was empty except for the bartender who looked up at the sound of my footsteps.

“What are you still doing in here?”

I walked up to the bar and sat down, “Moira was going to show me around the place but she disappeared. You haven’t seen her, have you?”

The girl shook her head, “Nah, not since she took you to the back. I’m surprised she left you though, not really her style. She likes to show her favorite guests a good time.”

I shrugged, “Hmm...maybe she changed her mind about me. Maybe I really am unremarkable.” I pouted and looked up at the bartender through my eyelashes. She was staring at me and I tilted my head. “What do you think? Do you think I’m unremarkable?”

She walked around the end of the bar and leaned against the worn wood, “Well, I don’t know you very well, but judging by what you’re wearing...you’re too ballsy to be too unremarkable.”

I laughed, “Hmm...maybe you’re right. What’s your name?”

“Lacey, what’s yours?”

“Y/N.” I leaned forward and watched her eyes move from my face down to my chest.

“Yea...definitely not unremarkable.” She looked back up and smiled, “Do you want to get out of here? Moira will probably kill me, but finders keepers, am I right?”

I bit my lip, “You certainly have a way with words, Lacey.” I moved closer and pressed myself against her, “A confident woman gets me all kinds of riled up, and here you are just taking what you want, your boss be damned. It’s...it’s pretty hot.” I started to reach for her, but she pulled back suddenly and I nearly fell off my stool. “What’s wrong?”

“Is that...is that blood on your arm?”

I looked at her with wide eyes, “What do you mean, blood? Why would I have blood on my arm?” I glanced down to where her eyes rested and lo and behold...blood. I must have gotten it when I dragged Moira behind the desk. I sighed, “Dammit.”

“Moira didn’t leave, did she?” I looked up to see Lacey’s eyes were an ice blue and that she’d magically grown a new set of teeth.

“No, Lacey, she didn’t. I mean, not physically. Spiritually though, she’s in the great in between, Purgatory, the place where monsters go when they die.” I hopped down from the stool and slipped out one of the silver blades.

Lacey looked at me in surprise, “Where the hell did that come from?”

I grinned, “Your head would explode if I told you. Now, are you going to make this easy for me, or are you gonna-” Lacey lashed out before I could finish and knocked the blade from my hand as she pushed me backwards. Nobody really tells you the cons of wearing heels to a hunt. I guess it’s because they assume a hunter wouldn’t be dumb enough to do that, and normally I would agree with that sentiment. It just hadn't really occurred to me until my ass hit the ground, hard.

“-make this difficult.” I managed to groan out. Lacey came at me, and I pulled out another blade.

“Seriously, where the hell are you keeping those?”

I kicked my heels off and jumped up, “A girl doesn’t reveal her secrets.” We circled each other and I vaguely wondered where Garth was. I had to admit, I’d been lucky with Moira. I should have known the second one wouldn’t be as easy. And here I thought Moira was the one I should be worried about. I charged at Lacey, hoping to knock her off balance, but she was faster and managed to grab me and throw me into the bar. I hit the wood hard and slid down into the floor again. “Jesus, you aren’t fooling around, are you? You mad that I killed your girlfriend? Or are you mad because she liked me better than you? I feel like there’s a lot of pent up aggression here, Lacey. Maybe you just need to talk about it.” She dove at me and I managed to roll out of the way, slicing her across the arm with my knife.

She shrieked as she clutched at her burning flesh, “She didn’t like any of those girls more than me! It was how we fed, nothing more.”

I laughed, “Sure, sweetie, keep telling yourself that. Because I’m here to tell you, I think she wanted a piece of ass as much as she wanted a free meal.” I winked at her and she screamed as she charged me again. I moved, but not quite fast enough, and she managed to hip check me into a table. The blade I was holding flew out of my hand as the table flipped over and I went over the side of it. “Son of a bitch!” I rolled across the floor and onto my feet, my chest heaving, and glared at Lacey, “Listen, I wasn’t even supposed to be here. This was supposed to be easy, and you’re starting to piss me off. Just let it happen, dude. You know how this is going to end. I killed your partner, I’m gonna kill you. I’m getting too old for this shit, just stand still!”

Lacey rolled her eyes, “Yea, like I’m just going to let you kill me. I’m not suicidal, and news flash! Vetalas might hunt in pairs, but it’s not like we mate for life. I’ll just find someone else. I was getting bored with Moira anyway.” She grinned, “You don’t even have any more knives. There is no way you’ve got anymore hidden under that poor excuse of a dress.” She walked towards me slowly and I looked around for something to at least beat her with. I was in the mood for some ass kicking, and Garth leaving me hanging was not helping.

“You’d be surprised what I could hide in this dress. Too bad you’ll be too dead for me to teach you.” She ran at me again and I grabbed her by the hair. “Seriously? Not gonna let up are you?” She punched me in the ribs and I managed to land one across her cheekbone as I yanked her head back by the hair. As we grappled, I noticed movement behind Lacey. She realized I was distracted and kneed me in the stomach. I fell to the floor, the air knocked out of me, and she stood over me as if to gloat.

“I’m not gonna let up. I’m gonna be the one that walks out of here. Sorry, but it’s every woman for herself.” She grabbed me by my ponytail and hauled me up and out of the floor, “I’ll make it quick, alright? I like your tenacity. I’ll just snap your neck and it’ll be lights out, sound good?”

“Sure. Sounds like a plan...except I think maybe you took too long monologuing. You should probably make sure of your surroundings before you go off on a rambling tangent.”

“What?” I nodded over her shoulder and she turned to look. Just as she did, Garth pulled the trigger on the fire extinguisher he’d found and nailed her in the face with it. It gave me just enough time to pull out my last blade, plunge it into her heart, and twist. I let go of her and she dropped to the floor. I stood over the partially frozen remains of the vetala I had just stabbed, breathing heavily and with hair that had escaped my ponytail in my face.

I looked slowly from Lacey to Garth, who was standing on the other side of her, still holding the fire extinguisher and grinning at me sheepishly. “Seriously, dude? Seriously?”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “I thought it was worth a shot. And hey look, it worked!”

I rolled my eyes, “Yea, perfect. Thanks for that.” I looked back down at Lacey, cold fog still rolling off her body, and sighed. Sam and Dean owed me. Big time.

I pulled out my phone, this time allowing Garth to see where I’d stashed it and hid a grin as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. I scrolled through my contacts, found the one I wanted, and hit dial.

“Hello?”

“Dean, it’s done. Both vetalas are dead and accounted for, no thanks to Garth.”

“Hey, I used the fire extinguisher-”

“Shut up, Garth. Anyway, it’s done. You guys owe me big time.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Any time I have to leave my house and deal with a handsy vetala, it’s not great, okay? Not my ideal date. Speaking of which, you owe me.”

I could practically hear Dean grinning over the phone, “A date, huh? I could arrange that-”

“Not with you, jerk.”

“Aww man, with Sam?” He whined, “He’s not really your favorite, is he? Come on!”

“You can tell Sam he’s on the list, but at this particular moment, no. Get me a date with the red headed friend of yours, and we’re square.”

There was a beat of silence as if Dean was carefully weighing his next words, “Charlie? You want a date...with Charlie?”

“Yep. And tell Sam the next time I’m feeling frisky, he can come pick me up. We’ll….I don’t know, do research, jog, whatever it is that gets his motor running. But for now, the primary objective is that cute little LARPer. Get on that, and like I said...we’re square.”

“But what about-”

“Bye, Dean.” I hung up on him and looked at Garth, who was still looking at me like I’d grown a second head. “Despite your lack of assistance, and a pitiful excuse of helpfulness at that, I find that I wouldn’t mind having some late night waffles with ya, Garth. Fighting makes me hungry, you game?” He nodded slowly. “Good, now come on. You’re driving.” I picked up my shoes and walked out of the building.

Someone else could clean up the mess. There were waffles to be eaten.

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[iconicpnyytail]

Maybe I stole this idea from Emmelie, but you can’t prove anything. 😊 Anyways, I am feeling sappy tonight. So let me ramble about people I care about and don’t judge me.

Also, while I am at it..let me just call out Rebel and Emmelie real quick with these screenshots of them loving me ~ x. x. x. x.

Thank you all for loving an idiot like me, you really make me feel special!

@cecilyjost : I could legit write paragraphs about you. Why are you so amazing Jensen?! Why do you put up with me? HOW do you put up with me? It seems like I have known you forever, and yet we only met just at the beginning of the year. Crazy. You’ve quickly become one of my favorite people on tumblr and in life. I could talk to you about anything. I’ve never laughed harder and smiled more than when I am talking to you. We love our ships, we love riverdale and we love our babies. And I love you! I hope you never get tired of me, because I think I would literally be lost if we stopped being friends. Even though I spam your kik with messages everyday, you somehow are still my friend, and that amazes me!❤

@anselelgortrps : I really don’t know how I have known you for 4-ish years? Maybe more, i’ve lost count. We have been in almost every rp there is together, but I will never forget meeting you in Knights. You constantly make me laugh, and I enjoy hearing your real life stories. You’ve stuck with me through some pretty awful rp experiences as well. And you are always here to make my day a little brighter whenever I need it. You are my OG ship partner and I’ve loved every single one i’ve done with you. ❤

@lownwood :  I have nothing to say about you. You’re a nerd, bye. No actually kidding, because one while you are a nerd, you are the best nerd ever! I love how we can go periods of time without talking, but pick right back up where we left off. You are hilarious, amazing, sassy, the best advice giver and I would be lost without you. We’ve known each other for far too long, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤

@demiloveato : I know we’ve been through a lot of things together. We’ve had our ups and downs, and moments without talking. But I am so glad we are back in each others lives because I seriously missed you when didn’t talk for so long. You’ve always been one of my closest friends on this site, I’ve lost track of when we met, but I know its been a long time. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I love how we can just text about nothing, or talk about getting new piercings because we are both #addicted. I am very comfortable around you, and I can tell you anything without fear of you telling everyone else. I trust you and I love you. I hope you stick around for a long time ❤

@christophewood : My future roommate. I’ve only known you a few months, but you’ve become one of my best friends. I love when we shit talk about things, we are #bitter together. And I am very okay with this. I am glad you can trust me with secrets, because I trust you too. And I can’t wait until you move here and love me, we will be the cutest roommates ever! ❤

@spencercarlin : I can’t believe I hadn’t met you sooner than I did. I am literally so in love with you! You are the kindest person I have ever met, and we clicked right away. I love you, I love texting you and I like our 1x1 and our cute babies. I know we are not super close just yet, but I hope one day we can be! ❤

@smokyqvartz : Bae Korey, there are so many things I can say about you. Where to start? You’re amazing. I enjoy texting you and being #saltybitches with you about people when they are dumb. But I also just enjoy talking to you in general about random things. You never fail to make me laugh. And I know we don’t talk all the time, but you still the number one bae. ❤

@knifedadwrites : I just want to let you know, that I wrote yours last. Because saving the best for last..am I right? I love how we’ve been in a few rps together, even though you didn’t know it was me! 😭 But I digress. Anyways, Solden will always been my favorite ship of ours, and I am sad we never got a chance to really play them out. I love your dad jokes, and how obsessed with Dream Daddy you are. You are the real #daddy and we all know this. You are silly, you make me laugh and I only hope we can stay friends forever. Eh, I guess you are alright though. ❤

@sydsmoody : I know we don’t talk all that much, and we’re not super close. But I think you are amazing, witty and funny. You’ve definitely made me laugh about stupid things. I like talking to you, and I hope we only get closer. ❤

@perpetuamente-confundida : Even though I only met you like five days ago, I already love you! And I am obsessed with you as a roleplayer and as a person. I love our 1x1 so far, and I hope we only get to be closer. You are amazing, even if I am trash! I love how we clicked so instantly, like you were an old friend. I love that you are just as passionate about the same ships as me. And that we are so alike.❤

Special mentions to: Britt and Dana, they don’t have a personal tumblr I can tag them in. But I love them just as much as anyone else on this list. ❤❤❤

[gillianfoster]

hey nerd pt. 2

who ya gonna call?

richie: hey how’d sleep go?

eddie: i mean. it could have been worse

richie: meaning?

eddie: meaning the dream was. different. it wasn’t as bad.

richie: you wanna talk about it?

eddie: i don’t know i mean it’s kind of dumb it just

eddie: like the bad part was still there it was just everyone like all the other losers were there too. and you guys saved me. like it went from that. thing the scary thing into this weird fucking clown and then we all beat it up

richie: that sounds sick except i fucking hate clowns

eddie: it was pretty awesome. you hit it with a baseball bat

richie: wow yeah i would absolutely beat the shit out of a clown with a baseball bat, especially if it said that shit to you

eddie: wow my hero

richie: i’m only doing my job sir

eddie: you’re the worst. i’ve gotta go i’m gonna be late for class

richie: talk to you later

The Losers Squad™

richie: do you guys think you could bribe eddie into sending me a voice message

bill: you know he’ll see this later, right?

richie: well yeah but he’s in class. even if he does scroll up it’ll be too late

mike: why do you wanna bribe him why don’t you just ask him

richie: i mean i did once. it’s been a while i guess

ben: i’d love to know what all you guys sound like! i mean richie i know what you sound like from your videos and voices and stuff but i don’t know what the rest of you sound like!

richie: are we all gonna send voice messages that would actually be sick

mike: sure i’ll do it

bill: do we have to

bev: do you not want to bill?

bill: i mean. not really

ben: why not?

bill: i just don’t really want you guys to hear me, there’s a reason i don’t do stuff like that. and why i just play music when i draw.

richie: oh. yeah, dude, you don’t have to.

bill: thanks richie

bill: i’d still like to hear you guys though? i think people should if they’re comfortable sharing.

richie: i mean i’ll fucking do it

richie: [0:32] Okay actually this is really fucking awkward I have no idea what to say. I don’t think I’ve ever talked in my own normal voice to you guys for this long. Or. You know where you guys could hear it. Maybe once to Eddie, but that’s. Y’know. Okay this is fucking weird I’m done now, bye.

ben: oh richie you’re right i’m not sure i’ve ever heard you not doing a voice before!

richie: this is weirder than i thought it would be i’m never talking again

stan: Well that would be a miracle

ben: oh hi stan!

stan: I’m in for the voice message thing if you guys want

stan: [0:28] For once I have to say, Richie is right. This is very strange. But hi, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well. I hope classes are good. Actually Richie may have downplayed just how weird this is, this is weird shit, I’m gonna go ahead and stop now.

mike: i mean i don’t think it’d be this weird if we all did it more often you know, but since this is the first time

mike: [0:48] Hey, guys! So - sorry ignore the chickens in the background, I’m outside working. So I guess you can sort of get a feel for what it’s actually like where I live! It sounds like this basically all the time. I mean, less so in the house, but once you’re anywhere near the chickens. I’m talking about the chickens too much, aren’t I? We have other animals, too. Not that I’m just gonna talk about animals. Uh. I love you guys. Hope you’re good. I really think we should do this more often, just. As a way to talk and stuff? It’s kind of cool.

ben: so i can’t actually send one right now because i’m on the quiet floor in the library, but i will later!

bev: i can do one now

bev: [0:24] Hey, losers. I have to agree with Mike that this is kind of neat. It’d be nice to get across tone sometimes, y’know? And it’s easier to tell stories this way, like if I had a big thing I wanted to tell you guys, something that happened in a class or something that I didn’t wanna post on tumblr where it might get like a thousand notes out of nowhere. Just my two cents.

ben: bev you have such a good voice!

bev: aw thanks ben <3

bill: it’s really nice to hear all you guys. and i’m excited to hear yours, too, ben.

bev: bill do you wanna say why you don’t wanna do one?

bill: not right now

eddie: boy you go to one class and you miss fucking everything, huh. don’t you guys have class?

richie: not this early spaghetti man, you’re the only one that hates yourself that much

eddie: rich oh my god please

eddie: also oh my god that was like a hundred years ago you asked me for a voice message i’d send you one now

eddie: i just. sort of hate my voice.

richie: what why??????

ben: eddie :(

eddie: it’s just like. really kind of. high pitched. i don’t know i don’t like it

bill: eddie would you feel better if i did one

eddie: oh bill you don’t have to

bill: i will if you will

eddie: you wanna tell us why first?

bill: yeah i guess i should, before i do.

bill: i just have a stutter. i have since i was a kid. i’ve done some speech therapy so it’s not as bad as it used to be. just. i kind of like that it doesn’t come across online

bev: bill i’m sure you still sound great

bill: i just didn’t want you guys to think of me like that

mike: it won’t change anything bill. you’re still everyone’s favorite

richie: i abstain from picking favorites

mike: you’re everyone but richie’s favorite, but don’t take that personally, we all know who his favorite is

richie: you don’t have to call me out like this mike

eddie: what who’s richie’s favorite?

bev: oh my god you’re all useless. except bill, bill you’re not useless and please feel free to send us a message at any time and put us all out of our misery

bill: [0:53] S-s-sorry I have to talk sort of. Slow. It helps with the... stutter. When I slow down. Like Mike said I hope you’re all having a good day. Eddie I hope this makes you feel better about sharing. I guess I w-wouldn’t mind doing this more now that we’ve done it. I’m not s-sure. I’m not sure what else to say either, though. I love you guys. I know if we’d met and you’d heard me we’d still be friends anyways, I just. You know it was nice to know you didn’t know and you c-c-couldn’t change your mind based on that. Oh. And G-georgie says hi to everyone.

eddie: god i guess that means it’s my turn

eddie: [0:34] Okay, hi. Hi, everyone. I think I’m just sort of self-conscious because people have like said stuff to me before about how gay I sound, which. Obviously that shouldn’t bother me, I am gay, but it’s also more than a little annoying, I don’t know. I’m sure you guys get it, you always get it. Um. Hi, Richie. God this is weird to know this is the first time you’re hearing me talk if you hate my voice don’t say anything. I’m gonna stop talking now.

richie: eddie oh my god

eddie: oh god i mean it don’t say anything

richie: i love your voice and i will fight anyone who’s ever said anything to you

eddie: oh

ben: everyone sounds great, i love you guys!

bill: yeah i have to say i love you guys, too

stan: Ditto

richie: I Love Everyone In This Chat

eddie: love you guys

mike: oh man i love you guys too

bev: this is so sweet, i feel the power of gay friendship in this chili’s tonight

bev: i’m screenshotting that

bev: ben don’t forget to send your voice message when you can!

ben: yeah i’m leaving the library now!

ben: [0:42] Gosh, okay, hey guys! It feels like there’s so much pressure now that I’m last that’s so weird. Um. So I was just in the library, like I said, and I was on the silent floor, and this guy at the next table just had like a bunch of hard-boiled eggs with him? I guess it was a snack or something but it was one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen in the library. He was also clearly not a student, so that was interesting. Overall pretty weird. Just thought I’d take the chance to share.

richie: ben holy shit

bill: oh wow thank you for that ben

ben: i really don’t think i could have made that up if i tried

stan: Tag yourself i’m the egg guy

richie: stan you would be the fucking egg guy

mike: stan aren’t you vegan?

stan: That’s the joke, Michael

richie: lksjdflkjasldfkjlkjas fuck

eddie: richie you’re such a dumbass

richie: yeah fine but i’m your dumbass

eddie: literally in what sense are you my dumbass, i am not responsible for you

richie: okay well you got me there

bev: bill does it ever get any less painful you’ve known them the longest

bill: no not really

richie: what the fuck are you guys talking about?

eddie: seriously

bev: nothing

who ya gonna call?

richie: can you send me another voice message. but like here? so it’s just. here?

eddie: why?

richie: i kind of just want one. is that okay?

eddie: yeah okay, i guess that’s only fair after all the ones you’ve sent me

eddie: [2:03] Hey. Okay. So. Hi, Richie. This is. Still kind of weird? I guess it’s less weird now that I know you know what I sound like. That’s. Actually kind of nice that you know and you’re not laughing at me secretly. I think I’d know if you were. God, how long have we known each other? It’s like. Multiple years now isn’t it? That’s fucking crazy, Rich. I just can’t believe you live in California, it’s so far. I’d have to fly, and it’s expensive, it - not. Not saying you’d want me to visit. I mean, okay, I guess we have kind of established it would be nice to meet, right? So that’s not weird for me to say. I don’t know. Do you ever... Do you ever think about... I don’t know how to put this. Just sometimes I think about the people who like go to your college that see you every day and don’t. Appreciate that. I know you have people you talk to at school, you’ve told me about some of them, but I still feel like they don’t know how lucky they are that they actually get to know you. God okay, that actually is weird to say, isn’t it? And this is kind of getting long, this is way longer than anything anyone sent to the group chat today, and now I’m sort of rambling, I’m sorry. I kind of like talking at you, I think. Maybe we should. Do this more. And you should definitely send me messages not in a voice more. You have a good voice you know? Like it’d be a good radio voice. Not that people listen to the radio. But maybe like a good podcast voice. Okay, god, I’m done now. Sorry.

richie: oh wow

eddie: i’m sorry that was weird wasn’t it

richie: eds no it’s fine

eddie: okay. if you say so

richie: should i send you one?

eddie: yeah. please. if you want to

richie: [3:11] Okay. God this is really weird like having no intention of doing a voice at you and just. sending you this. I mean I’ve sent you dumb jokes but I really don’t know that I’ve even sent you a full length message like this like. As me. Still, I’m gonna. I’m gonna talk about the stuff you talked about and maybe then you’ll feel less weird. So. It’s not weird that you wanna fly here. If I had the money I’d be at your school like literally every weekend, Eds. You’re my best friend. You’d  pretty much never get rid of me. But I don’t have any fucking money so we’re just kind of stuck like this, which is dumb. Someday one of us’ll have money, though. And I... I actually think about that. All the fucking time. I mean the shit you said about... about how people that get to see you every day are so fucking lucky and they have no idea? Just. I think about that all the time. And especially today when you said people talk shit about your voice, your voice is perfect, Eds. It’s. It sounds just like. You. Like it sounds like you. It’s not how I pictured you sounding because I didn’t know how to imagine your voice, you know? But now that I’ve heard it, that’s your voice. You know? See now I make even less sense than you, does that make you feel better? Fuck. Uh. What else did you say? I guess that’s sort of it, huh? So now it’s time for me to pull some dumb shit or come up with a story to tell you so you can forget all the other shit I just said. So. Oh! Yeah I’ve got one. Okay so the other day I was at the arcade - it’s actually a barcade because nobody has fucking arcades anymore which is the bane of my existence, but they don’t card on like early weekday nights so if I go on Monday or Tuesday and get there early enough I can go downstairs and play arcade games, so. I was down there, and I spent most of my money fucking around on Street Fighter like I always do, but then I was running low on tokens, and I decided I’d play some skeeball, which seemed like. Complete boring and normal, especially since I was totally sober, but I guess my hands were like sweaty from all the Street Fighter or something, and when I went to throw the first ball, I just fucking chucked it, and it bounced off the machine and cracked the plastic thing at the top, and then when it came back it like hit me directly in the face. Not my nose or anything, so nothing was broken but. Let me tell you, skeeballs are not soft. In any capacity. Just if you ever wondered. If you wanted to know. Anyways, you don’t have to be worried I’m not really hurt, so hopefully it’s just funny and now you’ll just forget literally everything else that I’ve said. Oh God this one is longer than yours now. Like by a lot. Shit. Uh. Right I’m gonna stop recording now and shut up, so. I hope this is good enough.

eddie: thanks rich

richie: for what?

eddie: i don’t know, i mean. all of it mostly

richie: yeah, alright you sap

eddie: don’t ruin it fuckface

richie: now who’s ruining it?

eddie: i’m glad that you said that stuff about us hanging out though because i might have. figured something out the other day

eddie: i’m not saying anything yet because there’s absolutely nothing solid happening but. i had an idea

richie: so you’re not sharing the idea you’re just gonna leave me here to suffer

eddie: yep

richie: that’s just mean eds

eddie: that’s possible

eddie: i’m actually surprisingly tired tonight i think i’m gonna go to bed

richie: you sure? i can stay up for a bit with you if you need me to

eddie: no i think i’ll be okay, but thank you

richie: yeah of course

eddie: love you rich <3 talk to you tomorrow

richie: love you too. talk to you tomorrow eds

[dlamp-dictator]

Allen Rambles about Symphogear

AKA Allen’s Ramblings XXVI. Yes I know I still need to do the Seinen ramblings, they’re coming I swear.

Ah, Symphogear, probably one the most memorable anime I’ve watched… and one of the few series I’ve kept up with throughout these last few years. I… don’t really know where to begin with this. To explain the plot of Symphogear is… like trying to explain the plot of Blazblue to a certain extent… okay, not really, but it’s still hard. In a nutshell, it’s a magical show featuring idols, singing, dancing, guns, kung fu, and over the top shounen action. As for the plot itself… at least for season 1, destructive creatures called Noise exist in the world, destroying and corrupting everything they touch. It’s up the idol duo Zwei Wing to fight them off with mysterious relics known as Symphogears, magical/ancient technology that grants its users the strength to fight back the Noise with the power of song. Literally. These girls need to sing while simultaneously fighting, and they don’t just play some pre-recorded tracks of these voice-actors singing, you can hear the grunts, growls, and forced breaths as they sing and beat up bad guys and I just find that detail cool. Anyway, that tangent aside, the plot takes off from there. Going into further detail would be spoilers, and I personally don’t like spoiling shows and games when I do these tagged Ramblings, so… moving on.

Now, I got into Symphogear right around the time season 3 was wrapping up. I think I was seeing some gifs of the main character, Hibiki, doing kung fu moves against some Noise and I was still on my martial arts girls high from finishing up Nanoha Vivid at the time, so I checked it out. Then… then I found out the show had 3 seasons. And with shows that have that much of a backlong I tend to worry about how long it’ll take for me to get to the stuff I wanna’ see, being all the cool martial arts stuff. I had the same experience when I saw a gif of that Rin vs Luvia from UBW, only to marathon all Fate-related anime material. What can I say, I like context for my fight scenes. So I marathon all the original Fate/Stay Night anime, Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA, and Unlimited Blade Works just to learn that fight scene was in an epilogue episode… then again, that turned me into a fan of the Fate universe and made Prisma Illya one of my favorite magical girl shows yet, so… I took a chance on Symphogear, praying that I got to see kung fu, singing, magical girls in season 1 and not suffer through three seasons of magical girl tropes and monster-of-week style battles before I got there.

Thankfully, I didn’t. In fact, I was really invested into the plot after episode 1. The stakes were raised from the get go and I was hooked. Throughout the first season I actually found Tsubasa to be the more interesting character at the time between her and Hibiki. She was a battle-hardened warrior that had closed her heart to others, even to her love of singing, to become a weapon that could destroy all the Noise that faced her after she witnessed her partner’s death. She was surprisingly antagonistic at first, wanting more to ground Hibiki into the dirt more than even talk to her due to her involve in said partner’s death. Well, I there go my lack of spoilers. What really hooked me though was the fact that this wasn’t a monster-of-the-week kind of magical girl show like I was expecting. I’ve said this before, but I tend to lose interest in monster-of-the-week shows very quick unless I’m really attached to the characters do the fighting. Otherwise, it’s just a bunch of tropes with a lesson-of-the-day at the end of each episode. Symphogear didn’t do this, instead giving a clear antagonist, being Fine, and making the show about learning her plans and eventually stopping her. Now, I know a few other magical girl shows that do this, but most those shows tend to be a bit darker than typical magical girl shows, and Symphogear was more or less playing it straight with the magical girl stuff. It was something I appreciated.

I’d talk about Chris at this point, doing that would really spoil the first season, so I’ll just say I liked her as a villain and foil to the main duo of Hibiki and Tsubasa. The show had subverted a lot of what I had expected, and it only got crazier from there after season 1. To this day Hibiki is still my favorite character in the show, perhaps one of my favorite female characters of all time, right up there with Mikoto Misaka and Cecily Campbell. She reminds me a lot of Asuka from Senran Kagura in a wau. She’d rather not fight any battles, goes out of her way to try and resolve things peacefully, but she won’t hesitate to defend herself or fight against what she believes is wrong and evil if pushed to do so. And I have a soft spot in my heart for Kirika after season 3, but… again, spoilers, plus I’d need to rewatch the show to go into more detail and I’m already keeping up with season 4.

Speaking of, I’m hyped to be watching season 4, it’s been real good so far, and I seeing some possible development for Chris and Team Neopolitan (thank you for giving us that name AXZ). I’ve got high hopes, but… I’m curious where things go from here.

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Y’know, I’d usually end this little essay here, but… whenever I make an “Allen Rambles about X” ramblings and tag it I tend to break down things into what I specifically like and dislike, and it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t that, so… this’ll my first time do that for anime, but let’s talk about…

The Good

The Music

When I was talking about my musical taste in my Persona 5 rambling I said anything with brass and jazz would get me to [RETRACTED] all over the soundtrack. However, a good rock song has the same effect, and all of Chris’s songs just get me pumped up. I really like how every Symphogear has they’re own kind of theme and genre. Hibiki’s has a celtic/rock/pop sort of vibe, Tsubasa’s is traditional Japanese instruments with some rock elements, Chris’s has some borderline Daisuke Ishiwatari hard rock in them (just listen to Bye-Bye Lullaby for an example), and the other Symphogears are spoilers, but Shirabe is my favorite out of the newer ones, so I’ll just leave it at that.

The Action

Seriously, this anime just does all the crazy shounen action I love so well, especially all the kung fu stuff Hibiki does in later seasons. Again, Tsubasa is probably my favorite character in season 1 not only for her interest personality and story arc, but her fighting style was so cool in season 1. A samurai that can summon swords, do demon fangs, manipulate her sword’s size, it was all so cool. And that fact that she was probably the only trained fighter up until Hibiki got training in just made watching her fight a spectacle.

The Writing

I’m not really going to go in depth about the write of a show I watch for its action, but I like how Hibiki has stayed firm on her attempts at trying to settle things peacefully before nailing people with tetsuzankos and other moves she ripped from Akira Yuki.

The Not So Good

I usually do the flaws in more of a list since I don’t like being in depth about them unless they’re really big flaws so…

Season 3 was... a little lacking, and I didn’t really care for Hibiki’s character arc when [RETRACTED DUE TO SPOILERS].

Really... season 3 is the only season I had issues with. Nothing big, but just some small holes I could poke at since season 2 was just going to be real hard to top.

Uh... I guess season 1 pails in comparison to the production values of the later seasons, but... eh, that’s like saying Sonic 1 is worse than Sonic 3, kind of an obvious thing, and even Sonic 1 wasn’t that bad to begin with.

So yeah, Symphogear is just a good action show that subverted my expectations and continues to grip me. Again, got some high hopes for Season 4 as it continues, and I hope you all get a chance to enjoy too.

[loyally-unfaithful]

Hiii welcome to the community ! I heard you write for kny ! may i request some inozen chaos? (It can be platonic or shippy idm) with prompts 23. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people” orrrr 58. “Why do you always convince me of doing the stupidest shit”

pairing: agatsuma zenitsu & hashibira inosuke — though it can be interpreted as pre-relationship 

genre: crack (?)

prompt: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people” (23.) + modern!au

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaa thank you 🥺🥺🥺

and thank u for requesting ! kinda nervous since this is the first request i’ve ever received haha,,, you didn’t specify a format ? so i wrote it in scenario/hc form—if that’s not what you wanted, you can send a message and i can turn it into a ficlet (Ф∀Ф )

« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people... » zenitsu groaned, burying his face into his hands.

how did he even get into this situation in the first place?? how does inosuke always manage to rope him into doing some dumb, impulsive, potentially life-threatening shenanigans???

this was supposed to be a completely mundane, uneventful, trivial, everyday trip to the mall.

the pantry was starting to look rather sad and it was his turn to go grocery shopping, so he asked his flatmates if they wanted something while he’s at the shops and started organising his shopping list.

he doesn’t quite understand why tanjiro needed 20 pairs of cheap earphones, but he feels like he shouldn’t question it…

zenitsu hated shopping, absolutely abhors it. something about spending time in the supermarket with the monotonous droning of the cooling systems and the machines singing a duet with that same pop song put on repeat just drained the energy out of him. going shopping was just a drag.

but it was his turn, and he’ll get it done and over with.

everything was gonna be normal and ok.

as he made his way to the shops, he’d mentally pat himself down to check if he had everything on him and go through his list again.

keys? check.

wallet? check.

face-mask? check. (not because of corona, it’s just because it’s common courtesy in japan.)

mobile? check.

hotel? trivago.

inosuke? check.

wait inosuke?!

« wait inosuke?! what are you doing here??! » the blond shrieked in surprise, stopping dead on his tracks.

the loud young man would halt next to him and ask him if he’s gone blind/deaf as inosuke has been « following you since way before. »

now that zenitsu thinks about it, he did remember inosuke exclaiming something like being bored at home and wanting to tag along...

regardless, he doesn’t know if he’s more alarmed by the fact that he didn’t notice inosuke was trailing beside him this whole time or by the fact that the boisterous young man actually had it in him to be sneaky.

zenitsu grinned nervously, praying to whatever god or gods above that everything will be okay despite the human sized tornado he has with him...

even so, the shopping trip was characterised by more peripeteias and tribulations than it really should:

they haven’t even gotten near to the actual store within the mall and inosuke has  already tried to punt a 5 year old for apparently staring at the black haired man for too long. 

zenitsu had to quickly defuse the situation and apologise the very alarmed mother and petrified child as inosuke stood still in his shadow, clutching the corner of the blond’s sweater and watched the interaction, not saying a word.

zenitsu grumbled something about dragging him into inosuke’s mess and returned to his walk to the market, inosuke still hanging on the blond’s sweater.

zenitsu’s mind is still boggled. why does tanjiro want 20 pairs of earphones…?

but he ignored this riddle and took inosuke’s hand in his, leading the both of them to the shops—the blond found it oddly endearing how there was such a juxtaposition of inosuke’s rough hand paired with how softly and carefully he’s returning the blond’s hold.

zenitsu allowed the warmth to ground him and, thankfully, they’ve soon made it to their destination safe and sound, without yet another disaster 

the two would disperse once in the market, zenitsu collecting these 20 damn pairs of earphones and go down his list while inosuke ran off to god knows which aisle to go ham on the snacks.

the blond would casually shop when he’d hear hurried footsteps before a bunch of product was dumped in his cart. the raven-haired boy would then dash off again to repeat the cycle. the same cycle that has spooked zenitsu more than it should.

one time, zenitsu turned around to find two piercing blue eyes stare back at him. he swore his heart leapt out of his chest as he screeched at the uncannily realistic boar mask that greeted him. 

zenitsu is still recovering from his mini heart attack while inosuke bursts into hysterical laughter at the blond’s ‘near-death’ experience.

the latter has just caught his breath when the energetic young man has run off yet again. zenitsu wants to know where the hell inosuke procured such a mask and who the hell put it there. it’s not even near halloween?? they’re literally in june???

when most of the items have been retrieved, zenitsu would window shop as he waits for inosuke to bring yet another armful of snacks. the blond’s current preoccupation was a hair trimmer. should he buy it? his hand hovers as he reaches out, but then halts it to slowly retract it back. he looks at the hair trimmer again… his dilemma. then again it looks scary, maybe he shouldn’t… his gordian knot.

deciding that buying the item would be pointless, the blond looked around. inosuke hasn’t returned in a while...

it seemed that inosuke had already grabbed everything he wanted, and soon found himself bored in a quiet and empty supermarket—boredom and an empty mall: a couple made in hell, a recipe for disaster.

the quieter of the two has started to make his way to the till when he heard a large crash. he silently hopes it has nothing to do with him or the person he brought with him. but of course it did.

inosuke had dived into one of those ball racks near the toy aisle, the rack itself not looking as upright as it should and its content having spilt all over the place.

zenitsu just… takes one look and pretends not to see it.

he just 

walks away

so close yet so far. the blond has managed to reach the cash register and has started unloading the contents of his cart when he sees inosuke with his own.

they make eye contact.

zenitsu knows what he's gonna do.

the black haired man puts one foot on the empty cart.

the blond slowly shakes his head, half trying to tell him to not do it because it’s fucking stupid and half pleading him to not cause more trouble.

inosuke eyes contained a determination and resolve that not even god can stop.

almost like watching an accident in slow motion, zenitsu watched, petrified, as inosuke yeets himself on the cart and send it speeding down the aisle with more force and a higher velocity than what was considered safe.

surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, zenitsu hears a loud crash and a noise that sounded like a potato sack was thrown on the floor—and he was sure he didn’t just hear it because of his sensitive ears.

abandoning his own groceries, he ran off to join inosuke, who laid by a couple of soup cans, some still rolling anyway somewhere—the stand that held them and the splash zone surrounding area having been reduced to chaos. 

the young man was comically strewn upside down on his upper back, his lower half flopping over and folding into himself.

ok ooc, but i suck at anatomy but suck even more at describinf so here’s an artistic depiction of how zenitsu found inosuke

ok bye bye sorry for bothering you 

« inosuke what...?!! i— are you literally dumb? »

the boarheaded young man just shook off his injuries and righted himself, unfazed, as zenitsu continued his yapping and rambling.

« monitsu.. 

– what?! zenitsu stopped midword in his lecture, having long stopped bothering to correct inosuke.

– monitsu, run. inosuke finished as he rushed to make a quick dash. »

zenitsu was just sat there, stunned, when he felt an ominous presence behind him.

he slowly turned his head around to delay the inevitable, offering a nervous and fearful grin to the shadow hovering behind him.

with a pathetic expression and an even more pitiful shriek, he was dragged into the mall security office by a guard as another security member chased after the other young man.

despite having run like a bat out of hell, inosuke soon joined zenitsu in the mall jail.

« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people... » zenitsu echoed, having dragged his palm down to cover his mouth. 

he sat immobile waiting for inosuke’s apology, or maybe any sign of repentance.

he waited.

and waited some more.

« at least try to pretend you’re sorry?!? » the blond gaped in disbelief.

« huh? why? » inosuke just turned around to look at zenitsu blankly. « it was your fault we got caught anyway… »

the blond’s immediate reaction was to retort and argue but swallowed down his arguments. he’s fighting a losing battle.

snapping his mouth shut, he sulked in his own corner as the two waited for tanjiro to collect them.

he sighed, it was… embarrassing. but it didn’t really matter that much at the end of the day: inosuke would probably forget most of the incident within 20 minutes of being freed, and zenitsu just doesn’t find it in him to be mad forever. especially at inosuke.

did zenitsu ever mention he absolutely detests going grocery shopping?

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[kandismon]

Would you be okay sharing how you make money from your art now, and how you got there? You seem so happy in that post you made a while back, and in your tags sometimes!

hiya nonny

sorry for the late reply, i knew i wanted to take some time to answer this properly and i had to wait until now ;;;;;;;;;;

i hope you’re still around to read it ;;;;;

i’m gonna put this under a read more because i ended up rambling and wrote an entire essay (and it’s probably way too honest but that’s the only way i know how to talk to people and maybe someone can get something out of this lolol)

1. HOW THE HECK DID I GET HERE

i used to be stuck in a job a couple of years ago that not only bored the hell out of me but also gave me nightmares for the longest time for various reasons and it ended up draining all of my energy and for a while i wasn’t able to enjoy what i love most, which is, of course, drawing. i’m not good at leaving thoughts and worries regarding work at my workplace, i’m the type to take it all home with me and it made me become apathetic and unable to get excited over anything and i could practically feel my motivation to create anything leave me.

at that time i started noticing that my audience had grown quite a bit over the years and i was already doing a few commissions here and there and i had sold a couple of fanbooks, and those were things i really loved doing, but, as mentioned above, at that time i didn’t really have the energy to focus on that because i was still wasting most of my day with that unsatisfying job.

thanks to my partner, who kept kicking my ass for a while, i ended up looking for a new job, found a shop that was looking for someone to hire part-time, i applied, got it and quit my old job the next day.

part-time seemed great, because it meant i’d have double the time to work on art and commissions and also i was probably going to be able to sleep well again because i didn’t have to worry about what was going on at my old workplace anymore, right?

…. wrong.

while i really liked working at that shop, it took up a lot of time too in the end, due to extra-time, extra (non-paid) responsibilities and interpersonal problems. also i suck at saying no to people, so bye-bye time for art and welcome back nightmares.

while working there, more and more commissions started coming in, my audience kept growing slowly but steadily, people were actually interested in comics and products i made ?? and i didn’t make a lot of money back then by a long stretch but it was just. so. fulfilling. i love doing commissions, i love drawing stories and sharing them, and there’s no better feeling than making a thing yourself and ending up with the finished product in your own hands, and my wish to freelance more came from these experiences.

meanwhile the situation at work started pissing me off more and more and i was close to saying fuck it and quitting so so often and, well, last year i finally did (again thanks to my partner for listening to my rants and also kicking my butt to get the hell out of there LOL)

i was considering looking for yet another job but tbh after all these years i’m tired of having to deal with authority figures that pay you jackshit for your work but try to push you around 24/7 and bend you to their will because they don’t give a fuck about their employees and only care about $$$ (or maybe i’m just too stubborn and can’t deal with people who try to tell me what to do [i’m pretty sure that’s the main issue tbh lolol])

so i decided to try and become an independent artist full-time. which is still risky but

a) if i don’t try it, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life

b) i have no one i have to support financially except for myself, so in case i fail the only person who’ll get in trouble is me, which is very convenient ??

for various reasons i had no choice but to jump right into this without feeling prepared enough at all BUT i still think it’s gonna work out somehow. i’ve learned a lot these last couple of weeks/months and i’m positive that it’s going to be Just Fine.

2.) WHAT THE HECK AM I ACtuALLY DOING

i do still feel like i have no idea what i’m doing most of the time, so take everything below with a bit of skepticism but i think i’ve been doing some things right without even realising it.

like, even though quitting my job and deciding to work as an artist was a very impulsive decision, i think i fulfill the necessary requirements for it to work out:

i had some money saved up that could help me survive for a few months if i ended up not being able to make any money for a while

i already had freelance jobs lined up and projects i was working on that would provide me with some sort of income

and it’s been working out so far ??? (let’s talk again in a few months when i realise all the things i’ve forgotten or fucked up)

things i noticed during that time, that i need to fix/work on/learn:

 i need to raise my prices again or come up with a better system like ?? patreon at some point in the future maybe (because at this rate i have to draw at least 20 commissions each month JUST to make enough money to pay rent and insurance, and while jobs are coming in, which is great, i’m going to kill myself sooner rather than later with this workload)

i need to figure out a way to reduce the time i spend each day with just answering emails/messages/asks/mentions because it takes away a lot of time that i should spend drawing and while i really want to reply to everyone who takes the time to write me, i just can’t do it anymore without losing too much time orz so i’m trying to think of a solution, like a ?? monthly post in which i just reply to questions i’ve gotten a lot or something IDK

taxes wtf

as much as i love doing commissions, i do need to find a way to be able to work just as much on personal projects, because in the end that’s what i really want to do and what gives me the needed motivation to wake up in the morning and continue to work hard on myself and my skills

speaking of mornings, i need to find a daily routine again, my hours are all over the place, which i had decided i would allow myself for some months but it’s time i made a proper schedule that i can stick to

anyway, my current income consists of commissions, leftover comic sales and nice people who send me donations through ko-fi ; ;

at the end of the month i have not actually made any money though, usually i have a bit of a loss but that’s fine since i’m just starting out and you can never expect to make profit immediately when you start a business. i’m still figuring things out and will hopefully manage to actually make enough money to live off soon lol;;;;;;;;;;

i hope this ?? answers your questions?? if there’s anything else you wanna know, feel free to ask &i’ll try to not take 3 months to reply LOL

i’m more than willing to share whatever little experience and knowledge i can offer, i don’t believe in keeping things to yourself just so that nobody else can benefit from them, i think it’s much better to share information and help each other out if possible ;;;;

also i’m sorry if this is too much information that nobody asked for, i have never learned how to get to the point quickly OTL

[honeyedmilks]

the longest gtk me tag to ever exist 🍰

i was tagged by the lovely @meanyoongis (thank YOU!! <3) for this extravagant tag! she is so long, even without my rambling, that under a cut she must rest!

the last…

drink: water! please stay hydrated this summer my friends!  time you cried: literally at 5 am at some point early in the week

phone call: my mum

text message: it’s literally me messaging rezka this: “did u just tell me to find a sugar daddy?” we were discussing my shitty laptop and a peach phone cover i wanted to buy- don’t ask anymore questions about this please lmfao.

song you listened to: don’t stop by shinee :’( (i’m going to report choi minho for his rap in this as well as my love jonghyun for his vocals that nearly killed me)

 have you…

dated someone twice: but… i’ve not.. even dated someone.. once… 

kissed someone and regretted it: nope! 

been cheated on: nope!

lost someone special: not in terms of them passing away but i have lost many friends and relationships i still remember; i feel their loss sometimes

been depressed: dfhhdjd i be livin’ that mental illness life right now hskjxk

gotten drunk and thrown up: no, but during my very bad times, i thought about doing just that, a lot. 

list three favourite colours…

omg okay: browns, pinks, blues 

in the last year have you…

made new friends: yes! i love them!! shout out to my cute tumblr friends :’))) 

fallen out of love: hmm… i would say so… THANK GOD 

laughed until you cried: i wish lmfao but rezka and allie have made me laugh loads :’)) 

found out someone was talking about you: hmm yes, but it’s ok :(( 

met someone who changed you: i know some people now who have given me sound advice that i try to remember, but other than that i don’t think so

found out who your friends are: yes :(( though i would like to think the ones who didn’t check up on me had their reasons 

kissed someone on your facebook list: i’m literally the most un-sensual person ever?? can u tell?? no action up in dis bitch y’all!

general…

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: i should’ve mentioned before that i’m not even on that… place… imagine having all my asian family members tryna peep me on ‘the facebooks’ as my dad calls it… a living nightmare… also it just looks far too complicated to use and not worth the energy getting used to it, i love the memes that i see from facebook here though lmfaoo they’re lit

do you have any pets: no! :(( i used to have a bunny called bubbles but he is no longer with us :(( rest in peace bubbles :(( but our family wants a new pet! hopefully we’ll get a cat or another rabbit when my littlest brother is a bit older! i’m so lonely… i want a dog.. my family is so incomplete… so cold…so devoid… I JUST WANT AN ANIMAL FRIEND!!! but i would also have to get over my weird fear of all living things, and the pain that comes with having them such as scratches etc 

do you want to change your name: actually no, i’m okay with my name right now :’) though i feel like i have two depending on how people pronounce it! its more commonly pronounced as sof-ee-a but it’s actually soft, like sof-ya! also here’s a fact! my name’s already been changed :D when i was younger i was actually named bariah (pronounced br-ee-ya) but it was changed because my parents and stuff thought it was causing me lots of bad luck… i also somehow got picked on in primary school for having my name changed?? people eventually ended up saying i had changed my name like three times (the real case is that white people fucked up how to pronounce bariah and when my mum corrected them, they all flipped shit lmfao ah my head hurts thinking about this- it got worse after it went from bariah to sofia)                               

what did you do for your last birthday: it was so miserable this was the worst year to ask me this question, lmfao i’ll try not to give you any miserable details but i ended up buying myself cake and trying not to make it my departing date too

what time did you wake up: near 1pm i think! 

what were you doing at midnight last night: i think i was either watching the princess’ man or making my posters for it! 

name something you can’t wait for: honestly don’t know lmfao i want to go to the beach though so here’s hoping i finally do that, or go swimming 

when was the last time you saw your mom: like an hour ago, she’s making dinner i think… i can smell it… all the way from my depression hole (bedroom)

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: so much? but mostly i would like my dad to get better and my mum to not have to do everything :(( and then go on more holidays and live life more :(( also mental illness be gone!!

what are you listening right now: fuckin artificial love by exo dropped on ma shuffle, i’m getting terrible flashbacks to the cane dance  

have you ever talked to a person named tom: aye i know a guy called tom, he got a part of his tooth chipped (It was a whole big wild thing and i don’t know the details but that’s all i remember of the dude) and he was in my english class once, but like, we don’t talk no more… i don’t even know if i’ve seen him around school when i used to go… 

something that is getting on your nerves: lots of things… my potato laptop… myself… no one in my gotdang family listening to me!!! the fact that it’s been two weeks and i still don’t have delicious cake… also the fact i end up hating everything i make on here- thank you guys for being so lovely in your tags tho :’(( 

most visited website: tbh tumblr, pinterest, pixlr and dramanice

about me…

mole/s: i don’t think i have any? maybe some small dark dots here and there on my legs and neck

mark/s: i have some burn scars and a bit of a scar thing on my elbow where i scraped it really badly as a kid, i also have stretch marks on my waist/hips etc and a blotchy mark in my inner left thigh

childhood dream: i think i was set on being an interior designer at one point? lmfao or a celebrity chef (i watched a lot of food network as a kid) 

hair colour: black

long or short hair: very very long, but i want to get it cut soon so it’s a bit shorter. 

do you have a crush on someone: i mean there’s this one boy in real life… but i don’t see him that much right now :(( i don’t think it’s full on infatuation though… but y’all also know i love jonghyun and changkyun 

what do you like about yourself: AKDNSKJDKJADDJ i broke out the caps for this!!! lemme think… i guess my eyebrows can be rather nice! and i can be funny sometimes i guess lmao… i like how i can be empathetic with people, though it’s not at all always fun being so sensitive

piercings: i have my ears pierced! just one in each lobe :) 

blood type: you trippin if you thought i would know this LMFAO 

nickname: binch i gots so many oh my god… my family, such as my aunt, call me brian (derived from my old name bariah- thank god i told you guys about that otherwise none of you would know why my nickname was fucking BRIAN), some people call me sofie/ sophie, and my mum calls my sofie pofie sometimes- my dad calls me sofar (so-fur) in the most desi way possible- he once accidentally called me sofa and it just stuck, it also explains my instagram user name (sofarsoogood) lmfao its a cute pun and i don’t know if this is a nickname but i get adressed as baji/baj by my younger brothers and sisters and cousins- its like the desi term for older sister 

relationship status: your local potato head (that’s me) is on her lonesome… she single as hell bitch!

zodiac: aquarius (i’m sure i spelt that wrong, rezka once dragged me for spelling it as some other dumb shit before BUT OH WELL) 

pronouns: she/her!

favourite tv show (s): i don’t even know, parks and recreation is a good one though :’)) oooh and I LOVE CRIMINAL MINDS though i’ve not seen much of the new season :(( oh and an idiot abroad is fucking funny bye i need to rewatch that ooh also lots of cooking shows and the jane eyre bbc (2006) mini series 

tattoos: no, but i would like to get some more henna done this year :’D

right or left hand: right!

surgery: i don’t think so? but i did get some teeth taken out when i was younger so i don’t know if that counts lmfao 

hair dyed in different colour: no, but it would be nice to get it done one day!! i’ve been thinking about it… but i don’t know what colour would suit me and my mum doesn’t want me to lmfao 

sport: i like cycling (its been ages tho) and i like badminton, yoga and i really want to go swimming :(( but i don’t do any of that anymore. the most i do is long walking 

vacation: i’ve been to pakistan, england, stopped in dubai for a while, italy, france, turkey and egypt! it was all so long ago though! and i would like to go to so many more places!

pair of trainers: i have converse! though i much prefer sandals over converse

more general…

eating: these days i’m very into chips and cheese plus donner (don’t knock it till ya try it!) and my mum’s roti salan lmfao 

drinking: hmm water! or icy drinks! iced tea is fabulous but i also gotta start drinking green tea again! i miss her 

i’m about to: pass out from trying to answer all of these LMFAO JOKES i might get something to eat.. such as ice cream… or actual dinner… and then maybe watch more of the princess’ man or make some stuff! but who knows i might just fall asleep lmfao 

waiting for: a new laptop, my mental health TO GET BETTER SDHKSHKSDH and for just… i dunno what the heck i’m doing, i’m just winging my life right now and for my dad to get better so he can go on trains and buses with me so i can get used to them  

want: new bath bombs and clothes, my writing passion back, hugs, affection, allie to reunite with her chicken hat one day

get married: i most likely will when i’m older! though i’ve been told i’m already in a relationship with jp and bevy maco 

career: HONESTLY DON’T KNOW!!!!!! but if i filter all my shit out then i can say, i want to get into film, defos want to be a published writer, maybe go into graphic design… who knows tbh maybe counselling? 

which is better…

hugs or kisses: it depends on what kind of kiss/ where it is, but i often get in moods where i just need to be held :’(( so both i guess!

lips or eyes: both :’) but eyes over lips i guess unless we’re talking smiles :’) 

short or tall: i guess tall but if i’m in love it might not really matter              

older or younger: hmm, i would say the same age as me or a little older, but it really depends on the mentality of the person :) 

nice arms or nice stomach: arms are nice :’) 

sensitive or loud: hmm i don’t know… probably loud, just not obnoxious or annoying

hook up or relationship: relationship :’) 

troublemaker or hesitant: hmm i don’t know! the boys i’ve liked have ended up being some troublemakers, but i guess it depends on what kind of trouble! 

have you ever…

kissed a stranger: nope!

drank hard liquor: never 

lost glasses/contact lenses: i don’t wear glasses or contact lenses but i have lost some sunglasses on holiday lmfao, it doesn’t even have to be a day before i lose something on holiday, or leave it behind

turned someone down: hmm i don’t think so! though one boy did try give me a valentine on valentine’s day but i was really having a terrible day and i didn’t take it from him, the encounter was a mess and i don’t know why he was tryna give it to me in the first place? i think he was just tryna get rid of it?? i don’t trust boys if they do stuff like that/ try ask me out tbh lmfao for many reasons

sex on the first date: oh no not my shy ass lmfao

broken someone’s heart: i don’t know :( most likely not! though there was one person i think i did hurt and let down  

had your heart broken: i’m not sure in the romantic sense, but i know it’s felt a lot 

been arrested: nope! i’m an angel ;)) LMFAO 

cried when someone died: hmm i can’t remember, i think i cried seeing my mum so upset when her mother passed away, i also have shed tears over michael jackson (i used to be a very heavy mj blog back in the day lmfao shout out to my mj mutuals who stuck around) 

fallen for a friend: i don’t think it was genuine, so i’m going to say no 

do you believe in…

yourself: pfff depends really, there are times when i don’t feel an overwhelming sense of insecurity and there are times i do                    

miracles: i guess so :)

love at first sight: i think you can be attracted to someone when you first see them or have a liking to them but real love is such a complex thing that i don’t really believe one can fall in love at first sight

santa claus: kjdcnjdcnjd who dat i only know dat cool guy in narnia who gave dem kids of old their death devices

kiss on the first date: hmm… depends… but in reality… probably no

angels: yes  

other…

current best friends name: rezka, allie, mhairi, (a mix of tumbly friends and irl) im such a loser bye but i love y’all, i honestly don’t talk to a lot of people these days :(( 

eye colour: so dark they look black and you can’t see my pupils sometimes

favourite movie(s): hmm… sabrina (1954), the mummy one and two, peter pan (2003), pride and prejudice (2005) and spy! i have lots more i’m so fond of!  

phew! time to tag some lovely people! : @youngjei , @allonsy-allie , @dansphil , @seokjinings , @junyeol-s , @bovrilcat , @alcenos , @astraelogy , @mahnoorjahan , @timrggins and @bonqhee! 💗