#peak loser alert

[krautundkimchi]

Episode 8 is Sun Jae in peak loserism form. He is the greenest of all green flags. Omo!

[charpim4ever]

wasnt gonna drink 2night.. but FUCKK i miss charlie and pim like a mf..

[sugarbcnes]

✿ ༉‧₊ — 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ellie williams

very random things i associate with ellie/think ellie would love in a non-apocalyptic world (hc’s). [ contains: femme reader mentioned, nsfw, sfw, mentions of drugs. ]

MUSEUMS AND AQUARIUM DATES — nerd alert! we all know ellie loves space and dinosaurs and things like that. her heart feels so full when you’re gripping her hand tightly as you both take your time strolling to each exhibition and display. she’s too engrossed in the small info boards to notice your eyes glimmering and softening as you take in the smile she fails to hide as she gets excited. even at 19 years old, as you spend your one year anniversary at the history museum, she still wows in awe as you walk into the room that contains the massive brachiosaurus skeleton.

JAW KISSES — ellie’s great at hiding how she feels most of the time. apart from when you kiss her jaw. the moment she feels your lips press to the soft skin that clings to the sharp bone of her jaw, she melts. her hands sneak around your waist as you nestle into her neck and pepper kisses all over her jaw, burning deep crimson on her freckled cheeks. “mm baby” she’ll mumble if you nip the skin lightly, causing her to let out the sweetest, soft little breaths.

HOUSE PLANTS — they’re an absolute nightmare for her to take care of at first but after a while, she grows emotionally attached to them. she specifically loves monsteras and ferns, even going as far to name them. she has a small smile on her lips as she reaches the part of her morning routine where she provides them with their extra delicate care. you can’t help but giggle from the kitchen as you hear her mumble “good morning fernado, you’re extra bright this morning” to her favorite fern.

RECORD STORES — she loves bobbing her head to the music and weirdly enough, the smell. it’s nostalgic somehow.

STICKERS AND CUSTOMIZATION DOODLES — pretty self explanatory. ellie loves to cover her shit in random stickers and doodles. her laptop, her water bottle, her sketchbook, her guitar. she has the same design as her tattoo painted on her guitar (it took her forever to do and she did it instead of completing an overdue assignment).

SHOWER SEX — it started with the soft, butterfly kisses you’d splurge across ellie’s freckled shoulder blades before you grabbed the soap to scrub her back. eventually she began to press you against the wall, kissing you deeply as the warm water hits you, hands exploring your bare, wet body. (100% is obsessed with soapy boobies too)

POST SWIM NAPS — summer on the farm means sweltering heat. nearly everyday you and ellie trek across the fields and spend all day swimming in the creek by the woods. sun kissed and hot, the both of you collapse in bed in nothing but a tshirt and your underwear, cuddled and falling into a slumber until later that evening when it’s cooler.

GRAPHIC TEES — it’s a strange obsession and she’ll hardly know what’s on the shirt but she accumulates a massive collection.

ESSENTIAL OILS — she thought they were tacky and useless at first until she got a diffuser as a birthday gift and was knocked straight into such a peaceful slumber by her soothing lavender oil.

FOLLOWING YOU INTO FITTING ROOMS — again, self-explanatory. we all know she’s awkward and very much the loser-lesbian girlfriend. so the first time you take her shopping with you, she moves to sit on the provided seats outside the fitting rooms. she’s just as confused as you are as you stand with the door half open and your collection of clothes in your arm. you tilt your head “are you not coming in?”. she fumbles to get up and rushes in. at first she was awkward, head down at the very second you’d take your tshirt off and mentally cursing herself as she peaks at you in the mirror from the corner of her eye. now, your full-fledged girlfriend, she’s got her hands grabbing at every sliver of bare skin she can see before you annoyedly swat her hands away.

LATE NIGHT SESH — it’s usually when she’s feeling anxious, escaping to the roof to smoke a little and talk to the stars. most of the time she goes alone but sometimes you go with her. you usually sit in comfortable silence, pressed against eachother as she smokes and you try your best to keep your eyes awake at 3am because even though she assures “go back to bed, sweetheart. i’ll be okay,” you don’t want her to be alone.

part 2? abby version?

[send-me-a-puffalope]

“Blood blooms like a flower from the loser's back. The older girl just crumbled, and the last thing that she saw, before her vision faded into deep, darkest black, was the distraught face of her young sister-in-law.” (MA Survival, cover by Rosencrantz)

GARRETT & VANESSA!!!!!!; she saw how he died. Before the MCI, and I want to believe that she also saw how Garrett died. Due to a small series drawn by @i-give-u--stuff (their version of Puppet Garrett AU). She saw it happened, blocked it from her mind. Because how can she believe it? Her feelings know that he is gone, but he's never existed in her forefront memories. She can't bear it. Because he was destined to be nothing.

But any red flowers make her oddly scared. She can't understand why, but she thinks it's because of how twisted her mind is(to her), she thought that the whole blood made his back more.. earthly?? Like. Back stabbed (literally) at the back of her house. It's a pond, but so flowy and flower like. The color reminds her of how wilted roses are.

Dried blood on green grass = wilted roses -> to Vanessa. And she can't stand it.

__

Garrett also saw her there. A tiny peak, yes, but his sister (he sees her as one), was there for a second. But she understood it all too well. ... She knew it was his end and she did nothing.

But just what could she have done if she did anything to stop it? ("You can make bad decisions, you're still just a child")

She could've taken his ending. But she's selfish and greedy; as human she can be.

She wants to live.

And so she did, and listened to the Yellow Hare's, Rabbit's, Bunny's .... Father's words.

But before they both were torn all he could see was how distraught she was, growing hatred, sleepy? Depressed even.

That's the last thing he saw of his big sister.

Now to be a reminder, in the back of her house. In the back of her mind. Presence overbearing - waning and waxing. Too big and then too small. Everything, nothing, the floor, the sky, the ground, the birds, God, Death, a butterfly, a bullet.

Stagnant. To always be those things, that give warnings, that make others to be more alert in the future.

Everything, nothing.

The center of it all, chain red.

He resides in the back of two minds.

He resides in the trash bag of the other two minds.

As big as a clocktower,

As small as a glass bottle,

Stuck.

He's stuck as such things.

He's not real, a ghost — reminder.

Warning, the clock ticks on,

It's not fit for humans.

YOOO!! ANOTHER BANGER!!!! ANOTHER BANGER BY AUDREY SOTOGALMO !!!!

ngl the lyric “from the loser’s back” is making me giggle. referring to anyone as a loser is for some reason hilarious to me. big fan of how this ask developed from an explanation to a poem, literally peak youcore /pos

[moondal514]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 People

Thanks for the tag @jaywalkers <3. I love your list of characters, you’ve got great taste : )

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

1) Andrew Minyard from All For the Game

My blorbo of all time probably. No character has given me brainrot and writing inspiration the way he does and likely no character ever will. This post sums up his appeal perfectly

2) Lan Wangji from Mo Dao Zu Shi

My newest blorbo from my most recently joined fandom. What can I say, I’m a sucker for incredibly queer competent stoic prob neurodivergent men that are absolutely insane about one person. When I watch the MDZS donghua, I literally have to pause every time he comes on the screen just so I can stare at him a bit, so you could say I’m a bit obsessed

3) Kim Theerapanyakul from KinnPorsche

He’s this weird little guy that is simultaneously the most competent character in the show and the biggest cringe-fail loser. He looks so suave and cool on the surface with his whole Taylor Swift by day mafia prince detective by night thing but then you realize he’s actually a complete nerd with a whole ass literal murder conspiracy board hidden behind a giant selfie portrait of himself and I love him so much (also he’s played by Jeff Satur, who makes my aesthetic attraction senses go haywire, but that’s neither here nor there)

4) Kyuzo from Samurai 7

My 1st fictional crush and prob my earliest blorbo. My type in favorite fictional male character (hypercompetent stoic character that doesn’t talk much with bonus points for iconic hair) can 100% be attributed to him. His story was the earliest villain redemption arc I can remember encountering in media (this was the 1st anime I ever watched so I was like 4 or 5 when I 1st saw this guy) and so for me I always think of him when I see people talking about iconic redemption arcs (sorry Zuko)

5) Midorima Shintarou from Kuroko no Basket

At the peak of my high school sports anime phase, this guy was my favorite. He’s tall, he’s green, he’s an anime glasses character™️, he’s tsundere, he’s prissy, he’s weird af, he’s got one of the most bonkers basketball skills ever, and he’s even an astrology girlie. What’s not to love

6) Merlin from BBC Merlin

BBC Merlin is the fandom that sucked me in at a time where I thought I was growing out of fandom and fanfic (spoiler alert: I very much was not) and it’s responsible for completely changing my relationship with fandom into something much more intense than it was previously. And it’s all thanks to this funky skinny wizard man who for whatever reason captivated me enough that I read hundreds of thousands of fan-created words about him for nearly a year and a half

7) Jasnah Kholin from The Stormlight Archive

She’s one of the rare canonically asexual female characters, and she’s even from a major fantasy book series too! I fixated on this character long before I knew I was ace (though perhaps that should’ve been a clue lol), mostly because I just thought she was so cool and I found her whole “why would I want a relationship when I’m busy with all this shit to study” attitude so relatable

8) Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender

I wanted to be her so badly when I was a kid y’all have no idea. She just made such an impression on me because she’s so cool and so strong but also unapologetically and obviously feminine and that really struck a chord with young me and is prob the reason why I didn’t really have a “not like the other girls” phase cuz she was revolutionary for little me’s idea of how a “girl” can be. To this day she is the character that to me has the coolest powers ever

9) Cassandra of Troy from Greek Mythology

It’s prob weird to include her but I was a real greek mythology girlie (in that I was into it before Percy Jackson came out) and Cassandra has always my favorite. The tragedy of her story has always been very appealing to me and upsettingly relatable in a lot of ways

10) Kym Ladell from Purple Hyacinth

Ms. Kym one of those characters that’s ostensibly the comedic relief except nope she’s hiding oceans of pain under her smile. She’s got trauma and a tragic backstory that she hides from the rest of the main characters in one of the strongest “this is fine” performances you’ve ever seen

Tagging: @stabbyfoxandrew @alcego @paradoxolotl @halfpintpeach @justadreamfox @wulfrann @quensty @ittyybittybaker @seasy33 @nanatsuyu

[alritestoodeos]

Summarizing the OG timeline characters (badly) Pt.3

So we got bbg Reptile, right? This was before he was hot Syzoth and when he was just some ninja then just some lizard mf. So Reptile served his daddy master Shang Tsung in the first tournament against Earthrealm. Bc he was a lizard bitch he was always invisible and watched his Alpha Wolf Shang Tsung to make sure he didnt get hurt. He could fight really well tho, which is dumb bc why wasnt he fighting for Outworld?? Anyways it comes up to the 10th and final tournament and Earthrealm wins. He's bummed out but at least he gets more time with daddy Shang! Except no he doesn't bc now Shao Kahn wants his Repussy. He also wanted his entire race's Repussy. Reptile was furious that Shao enslaved his entire race, but he tells Reptile "fight the Earthrealm scum and I'll release ur friends" and he's like "ok :3" then Reptile did that. Then Skao Kahn's like "ok but fr this time my "daughter" escaped so go get her and I'll let your people out" and Reptile's like "ok :3", so Shao Kahn sent him with Jade, Kitana's bestie. They found her in the world's largest M&M store in England, Earthrealm. Then Jade betrayed Shao Kahn bc she was Kitana's bestie :3 when Shao Kahn lost the fight against Earthrealm, he was like "AYE OI  U H  THIS BOZO COMMITTED GENOCIDE ON THE ZATERRAN PEOPLE EXHILE HIS ASS" and since he didn't look like a typical Zaterran, they believed Shao Kahn, exhaling Reptile into Netherrealm.

During this long time outside of Outworld, Reptile slowly began his transformation back into a typical looking Zaterran. Not fully tho bc it takes awhile. Rn he just looks like scaly play-doh. It was in Netherrealm Reptile found Shinnok, a real silly old man who is also a fallen Elder God. Shinnok was in the process of preparing an invasion on Edenia, and Reptile helped Shinnok bc he's like "can has my extinct race back plz??? 🥺 👉👈". Shinnok takes Reptile with him as a soldier in his army, and they lose like shit. eptiles like "FUCK!... omg daddy shang :3" and goes back to his old master. Also Reptile looks like a typical Zaterran now with a lizard face and tail. Also he's gone mad bc he was in Netherrealm for so long. So then Reptile hears word that Shao Kahn is looking for him, so he peaks into Shang's room and he's with a badass (and unfortunately white-washed) sorcerer, and they're plotting to kill Shao Kahn among other things. So Reptiles like "Oh noz :< he's gonna die. Maybe if I alert him in time, he'll be grateful and bring my race of people back! :3" so he goes back to tell Shao Kahn. However, he's stopped by this vampire geek named Nitara who's like "zgood g? I know where your race is. Come with me and I'll show you where they is" and Reptile's like "ok! :3" so he follows her. Then he's like "waits! How cans I believe you?" Then she gives him his mom's sword or some shit and he's like "ok! :3" and he continues following her. Then she's like "I'm not going in there bc that's kitana's forces but they're in there. See ya homie" and Reptile gets super excited bc not only will he get his race back, he can also get Shao Kahn to help by telling him something he wants! So he race's back to Shao Kahn's fortress all excited and shi- Shao Kahn's dead on arrival. 

So now Reptile's like "man :/ My first master is evil, my second one is dead, my third one is a loser. Who can I serve now? :(" then Nitara's like "hey man I found this fire zaza hit it. Also i can be your master bud" and Reptile's like "ok! :3" and she's like "so there's this robot who's a dick and guarding this baller egg. Can you go get him" and Reptile's like "ok! :3" so he fights Cyrax and severely damages him, but doesn't kill him bc he's a good boy. Then Nitara was "psyche fuckin furry. What actually happened on the real was, like, I distracted you so the alliance of Shang and Quan Chi could kill Shao Kahn. Then I made you beat up this bitch robot and damage his circuits so he'd lose his memory and I'd make him help me get my people back. So yea lol. But that cloaca hit hard frfr seeya" then she grabbed up Cyrax and flew away to go find her people. Reptile was pissed and was about to chase them down, but the egg started being weird and blasted Reptile with a beam of light and Reptile got mpreg'd and immediately birthed Onaga, the Dragon King, who was the ruler of Outworld before Shao Kahn, but Shao poisoned his Prime or smth and Onaga died, then when Onaga died he went in the egg, which is why Cyrax was guarding it, bc only Reptillian figures can birth Onaga. Then Reptile is found awhile later by the demigod Taven, beaten to neae death by dummy Shujinko. Then Reptile fights Kai and Kitana on the side of Darkness on the Pyramid and dies.

[abiiors]

hey baby, since youve just woken up.

Game night in the household, competitive and overly loud, its become tradition for us all to sit down with dinner and try and best the others at only connect. Usually Ross of Adam would win with George in a close second every time, we like to joke hes cursed to always be in second place for these things. Tonight though, Matty has resolved to win, by any means necessary, because he was sick of coming in last. It had been pointed out if he paid attention he could win but he claimed that was too hard to focus on. So here we were, shitty indian takeout from down the road on the table before us, all bundled onto the couch.  

Matty’s arm is wrapped around my shoulder pulling me into him tightly, fingers trialing up and down my bicep tickling a little. its chilly tonight so a blanket is splayed across us both, my arm across his middle, head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm and the way it picks up excitedly when he gets something right, clinging to his warm body when a draft comes from under the front door. trying to best each other with every passing question. Arguing arises amongst the boys when they start gloating about how many points they have so far, george insisting hes in first, hes not, and everyone is happy to tell him, joining in myself because i refuse to let george believe hes better at this than me, pulled from my argument however when Matty’s hand ventures up my shirt, laid flat to my stomach just below my chest, hidden by the blanket pulled to my shoulder and wrapped tightly round me.

Looking up at him with a glare, annoyance that his cold hand is on my otherwise warm self, however all the courage i had drains away when i look into his eyes, almost hungry, I shy away when he leans down, almost flinching as his lips brush my ear, the other boys still distracted, whispering huskily into my ear

"make this interesting yeah? You get it right, I please you. I get it right--well it'll be fun" 

Suddenly georges voice peaks above the rest and he points at us both accusingly, getting the other attention, "Oi you two, no secret collaboration"

Nodding curtly in his direction we both giggle a little, and i find myself unconsciously curling closer to matty, hiding from the chill the open window lets in. the tv screen lights up in blue and the new grid appears, the first group is apparent, all elements in group 1, thank god for my year 7 chemistry teacher. 

"They're all in group 1 of the periodic table"

"Ok nerd" george is growing evermore bitter the more he loses his lead and it shows, if i wasnt so nervous id giggle

"Fucking loser" ross is grinning from ear to ear regardless, he just thinks its good fun, of course hes never come less than third place so he wouldnt understand the stakes,

 "Good job bloo" adam of course, ever the supportive one, 

But I wasn't really listening, not in a meaningful way, instead tuning into matty’s shallow breathing and the way his heart hammered against his ribcage, almost as if desperate to escape, hes nervous too, or maybe just excited if the the tent in his trousers is any indication. Lithe fingers slowly teasing my chest, circling pebbled nipples without touching, flicking across them every so often, Matty watches in amusement as I pull myself tighter to him in the hopes it stops me from giving something away, another whisper to my ear, discreet 

"good girl, so smart aren't you?" Pinching the perked bud between thumb and forefinger and relishing in the way I bite my lip trying to stifle the desperate noises that threaten to escape, to prevent alerting the others, and to focus on the next row. 

"I think they're all bible references?" 

"Nope. All beginnings" the smug smile on his face fills me with dread, settling on my shoulders and weighing me down, slumping down further 

"Fuck" group chatter drowned out, all i can focus on is his reactions, the soft tsk noise he makes, something so small and its all i can hear, 

"Disappointing. I was hoping you'd get that one" spoken with a lower tone, disappointed, he was disappointed. I cant help but feel bad, i want to do well, make him proud. And yet i know he wasn't hoping id get that one right; I know that the moment his other hand takes mine, underneath the blankets and presses it to his lap, his other hand stilling, fingers digging into soft flesh of my chest but avoiding touching where I crave most, gently guiding my hand to knead him through his trousers, 

"your going to have to earn that pleasure back" 

Ripped from our little bubble matty looks up at the sound of ross’ voice "Oi matt you want a drink?" 

"Yeah mate; can you get me a coke, with ice?" 

"Sure" with a quick nod ross is off to the kitchen leaving more room on the long couch now, a 6 seater couch, which made it a little easier to be discreet about this, not like i had much choice, i didn't want much choice though in all honesty. This was fun. 

WHAT THE FUCK!??? EVIL EVIL BOY, evil of you to send me this after I’ve just woken up. I also know the periodic table very well so WHEN IS IT MY TURN HUH????

in all seriousness, I have always wanted to play the jackbox games with the boys but this is a smuttier version of my fantasy so I approve 🤭

[thatonegaybastard]

noele and ayumu first meeting

Noelle: Clown alert! What is this place, the circus?

Ayumu: Actually, it's hell! You died and came here!

Noelle: Must be hell with you here :D

Ayumu: We just met, how can you tell?! I don't even know your name! Should I just call you dipshit?

Noelle: Haha! I'm Noelle Snatcher! Ultimate OC Machine *finger guns* And you?

Ayumu: Did you just do finger guns?

Noelle: Yeah. *finger guns* Just clowning around!

Ayumu: Jesus christ that's something Anzu would say

Noelle: Anwho?

Ayumu: N-nevermind! Not important, I'm Ayumu Akibo! Ultimate Clown.

Noelle: Yeah I can tell.

Ayumu: Is that supposed to be an insult? Coming from someone with a talent like OC Machine?

Noelle: Sure, Ultimate Clown. Have fun in the circus?

Ayumu: Yes actually! More fun then you've ever had in your life.

Noelle: Sure buddy. I never heard of an Ultimate Clown at Hope's Peak, are you from a different class or something?

Ayumu: I never heard of your talent either, we're probably from like different universes or something there's a BUNCH of Ultimates I've never heard of around here. And there's some guys that are from like completely different worlds! Someone has a spider for a face!

Noelle: Different worlds? It's like we're all OCs or something.

Ayumu: That's a weird way to put it.

Noelle: That's a weird outfit of yours :D

Ayumu: Shut up!! My outfit is great, just like my hair! It's cool and unique unlike your boring ass white sweater and brown hat. And black hair in a ponytail? What a basic bitch.

Noelle: Excuse me! I look fantastic meanwhile you really look the part of clown! Who walks around in public like that anyway?

Ayumu: Shut up! Who cares what you think?!

Noelle: I do :)

Ayumu: You're a real piece of work!

Noelle: And you're so sensitive! I barely said anything, and now you're hear screaming at me! You're hurting my feelings y'know?!

Ayumu: Good!

Noelle, one singular teardrop coming from their eye: You're so meaaaaaaaannnn! I'm CRYING! Nobody's gonna want to hang out with a meanie like you!

Ayumu: Boohoohoo! And you say I'M sensitive! I didn't even do anything!

Noelle: Okay clown.

Ayumu: Dipshit!

Noelle: Idiot!

Ayumu: Moron!

Noelle: Loser!

Ayumu: Bitch!

Noelle: Wow, such language! And such cruelty! I bet nobody wants to hang out with you with that attitude!

Ayumu: Plenty of people hang out with me! Like my friends! And Kohaku!

Noelle: I bet they're just tolerating being around you, I feel bad for them.

Ayumu: Just shut up! You don't know anything about me! You can't say that!

Noelle: Oh! I should know more about you come to think of it, if I'm gonna be here its seems. Let's be friends!

Ayumu: After that?! Hell no! Didn't you just say nobody wants to be around me?

Noelle: Yeah well I dooo! You seem lonely!! It'd suck if you died of loneliness!

Ayumu: Fuck this! And fuck you too! I'm leaving.

Noelle: Bye bye! Can't wait to hang out again soon!

Ayumu: Ugggh! *walks away* ....hmph..

[activatingaggro]

rubs hands at your kiss drabbles how about 13: Hair Kiss for Sipara and Pheres?

The first time you'd seen Pheres, sunlight had been pushing through the curtains of his closet of an apartment. You remember the way there'd been fingers of impossible heat stretching all the way across the clay floor, and for another troll, they would've been a warning.

But you'd been young, and dumb, and still practically wet from the egg. You'd been too young to know! You'd been too young to care. All you'd known was that someone was too close to your hive, and you'd hated it, and you'd hated them.

And back then, those fingers of light were practically beckoning you to action.

"You are getting entirely too much pleasure from this," Pheres tells you, sour, his eyes slit down to two sun-bright lines. There's a trickle of blood running down his forehead, just dark enough that it stands out against his skin.

When you swipe it away with your thumb, it smears.

"Can you simply put on the bandage -"

"Brah, who's the fucking mediculler here? 'cause, like, spoiler alert, loser, it sure as fuck ain't you." You bang your fist into the top of his head, and with a huff, he lowers it once more.

It's been nearly two sweeps since the two of you have lived together, but at times like this, it feels like you've never stopped. Oh, the environment's changed. This isn't your little shithive apartment, back in the deep Hanhai, and it doesn't have the smooth white tiles of your old place in Namsty. There's none of the white-hot smell of heat permeating everything, or the constant cloak of humidity here. Pheres's apartment in Ghoulisar doesn't look like anything you'd ever live in.

But it doesn't matter. Everywhere the two of you go, it always seems to come back to this: the sun-bright glow of his eyes, the rasp of your voice, and the familiarity enough that you can't always tell where you stop, and he begins. When you curl your fingers around the antiseptic bottle, it's not the sort of thing you think about. There's no conscious plan behind it! It simply happens, just as you know it will, just like you know to flick Pheres on the horn just a moment before his chin starts to pull up.

He hisses at you.

"Hold still," you tell him, shaking the bottle.

"It doesn't need antibiotics - oh! Oh, that stings - why are you laughing?" he demands, twisting to face you, but you've already dropped an elbow on the crown of his head to pin him in place. "I am going to bite you, if you do not hurry up! I'm not joking," he's saying, as you snatch up the bandage with your free hand. "I will - well! Perhaps I won't bite you. I'll just - oh - perhaps I'll just headbutt you! How's that?"

"You're not gonna headbutt me, dude," you say, "or else, like, I'm pretty for sure your horn'll just snap off, and then Hads'll be laughing, too."

"It won't snap," he says, and then: "- it won't! Will it?"

There's a fine line snaking across his hornbed, trailing like spiderwebs down into the velvet. Pheres's horns are as thick as a fist, but you can still see the exact spot he must've hit - there's a nick right in the keratin, a little inward bow like someone pressed their thumb into an eggshell. "Iunno," you say. The antiseptic had seeped in readily, but there's beads of liquid already peaking at the center of the crack as you watch. "The fuck did you do? Try to pap a fucking clowncar?"

It's just an incomplete fracture, you think. He's not sparking, and it's not bleeding. But you don't need to tell him that. "Or tryin' to fuck a clowncar? 'cause, like, eye-dee-kay your whole beeswax, dude, but I was pretty sure Hadean knocked that shit out of you -"

"Oh! I was not trying to pail anyone, thank you very much! Especially not - not -"

He takes a deep breath. You can't see his face, but you know what his expression must be: eyes hut, mouth pinched, brows knit until he finally exhales, and the mask slides back into place. "Apollo took my drink," he says, as prim as any rustblood from the films, "and I decided that his behaviour was uncouth. Because it had been made very clear to me the last time we went out that I was to purchase my own drinks, if you can believe that. After I had simply left my credit chip at home! And so I simply felt as if that was the new standard of behaviour on which we were operating. So he objected, and I was forced to -"

"Bite him?"

"No," he says.

"Pap him?"

"Sipara! He has a moirail!"

"Like that's ever stopped you before," you jeer, and tie off the bandage with a knot. "Here, loser." On a whim, you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Try not to break yourself again, yeah?"

"Thank you," he says.

Then he slams his horn into your face.

You really should've expected that.

It's hard to tell who's shrieking louder. There's a flurry of curses, as the two of you tumble apart. Bennue wakes up all at once, adding his shrill cries to the cacophony of noise, and you can barely see at all for the way that Pheres's sparking.

"What the fuck, Pheres," you shriek, but he's already yowling back: "- don't shame me!"

"Saying you're a floozy isn't shaming you, dude, when you're a fucking -"

"Oh! Come here and I'll bite you! See if I won't!"

"How am I supposed to fucking see anything when you're going off --"

"Well, good! Perhaps you don't deserve to see!"

[pretendfan]

In My Dreams•Part One

(A/N This fluffy/funny piece of chaos has been haunting my dreams for what feel like weeks, only to go from a short idea to a three part cheese-fest and I do truly apologise for whatever this is, here is part one anyway, so enjoy🙃)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

(Summary)

The 11th street Kids are absolutely SICK of you staring at Adrian, none of them could understand why and even worse the guy in question didn’t appear to have a single clue, so the team all rally together to try and help you both out…

(Words)

5k+

(Warnings)

Fluff and heart eyes, cheesiness ensues, canon type humour, idiots in love, miscommunications, fluff to eventual smut, hint of angst, where the 11th street kids are ridiculously cheesy, happens after season one, mentions of Waller, mentions of butterflies….

Another day at the office and you had just picked up the morning coffee order for the team, heading straight back to the HQ, in the hope that today would be quiet but that rarely ever happened.

If it wasn’t alien butterflies that needed their asses kicked, it was shape shifting creeps and even an evil spirit or two that demanded the 11th Street Kids attention.

After the alien attack and Waller finally being exposed with her atrocious schemes all on show, the team had been trying to lay low but the jury was still out on that being a success.

The team who didn’t exist reminded you of a cross between Scooby Doo and Buffy the vampire slayer, the losers who made good but were still hugely under appreciated.

Sure, believing that aliens would try and take over the planet? Not something you would think about often but since then, your mind had been opened up to the theory that anything was possible.

You were the medic, heading into the field with the team who had mixed capabilities and resources but somehow together you all kicked ass, it was usually a surprise you survived missions at all.

Reaching the HQ you put your car into park, as you check the precious cargo of coffee which still sat happily in their trays, all accounted for.

You had even remembered to make sure that Chris AKA Peacemaker, had also got the correct milk in his coffee otherwise you wouldn’t hear the last of it for the rest of the day.

Even though it was pretty hilarious to see a dude the size of Chris, whining like a toddler who had just been told to eat their greens, whenever he had previously received the wrong coffee order.

Looking back towards the HQ you wondered why someone had picked this place, an old video rental store which had become the unofficial offices of the task force that technically didn’t exist.

That was why the six of you had yet to be bumped up to a new place, especially seeing how Waller had gone into hiding but you liked being here at this job, it was pretty cool.

This was also due to a certain member of the team who was never far from your thoughts, even if you were in the same room as him, but you mostly tried to push those thoughts away, mostly.

Having a pretty obvious crush on Adrian Chase was embarrassing enough, but him not even noticing the sighs and the blushes you made, was beyond humiliating.

Every other member of the team besides him knew of your intentions, purely because you always laughed the loudest at his stupid jokes and you had been often caught staring at the guy in his Vigilante suit.

It hadn’t taken very long for you to notice the masked Vigilante, who wouldn’t remove his helmet around you which had only just peaked your interest even more, plus he did have a nice voice and looked good in his combat suit.

For over two months Vigilante held up the pretence, one part not trusting you mixed with two parts not removing his mask for your safety, which just frustrated you like hell in the end.

Until you had walked into HQ one evening and caught the back of Vigilante’s head, his brown curly hair sticking up whilst Chris had burst out laughing upon seeing the look on your face.

This had of course alerted Vigilante who quickly turned round to see your shocked face whilst he cursed , hurriedly trying to find his mask to put back on but luck clearly wasn’t on his side.

“Dude, give it up.” Chris moans whilst rolling his eyes at you looking caught out.

“Fuck, fine!“ Vigilante groans disappointedly then he spins back round on the spot, hands landing on his hips as you come face to face with the anti hero of Evergreen.

Shit, he was really cute…

You could feel your mouth slowly opening, not even sure what you were about to say but from here, you could see he was really handsome, how dare he hide himself in his mask it was outrageous.

You notice him smile at you, which makes dimples appear around his mouth then those pretty green eyes finally look away from you whilst you committed his face to memory for fear of never seeing it again.

Looking back up he grabs something from the desk next to him, a pair of aviator style glasses that he puts on then grins back because clearly you were staring, still.

“This is getting pretty awkward…” Laughs Chris who snaps you out from your trance causing you to take a step back, walking straight into the back of a metal chair.

“It’s-“

“Dude! I think you’ve finally got yourself an admirer.” Chris cuts off Vigilante with a laugh, whilst you just quickly walk out of the room needing a moment to think, and calm yourself down.

That night you had learned that Vigilante also went by the name Adrian, and he was a busboy at Fennel Fields as well as working here with the team which you had thought was kind of cool.

Yet ever since then, Chris and the others had all teased you about liking Adrian, whilst the guy himself didn’t have a single clue about how you felt, which did absolute fucking wonders for your confidence.

Unless Adrian did in fact know and was just playing ignorant, despite saying that he didn’t have any human type emotions, you’d at least think he would spare you and your pathetic crush for one day.

Before you can get a grip on your collection of depressing thoughts, because you are going to be late for work, a knock on your drivers side window makes you practically jump out of your skin.

“Wow, someone’s jumpy this morning!” Adrian chuckles looking down at you with his green eyes and boyish smile that makes you’re heart flip, every single time.

“Hey, Adrian!” You smile at him with a shy nod looking away to grab the coffee’s beside you, not wanting him to see the stupid blush appearing on your face.

“Let me help.” Adrian states opening your car door to see him, standing there in his Vigilante costume, minus the mask of course with a friendly puppy dog grin aimed in your direction.

“Er, ok sure.” You hand him one of the tray’s not for the first time noticing, just how big his bare hands were when he wasn’t wearing his gloves.

Silently taking the other tray from your hands, you lock up your car welcoming this moment alone with Adrian, which helps make your Friday morning even better if truth be told.

“Gross, stop flirting you two I just want my coffee I hope you’ve got the right milk for me this time Y/N!” Chris yells causing Adrian to turn round but thankfully he doesn’t drop any of the drinks.

“What, flirting?” Adrian scoffs looking back at you with a “this guy” look on his face whilst you try and hide the embarrassed look on your own.

“Ignore him-“

“Oh, you would totally know if I was truly flirting anyways!” Adrian cuts you off with a firm nod in your direction as you both start walking towards the HQ.

“I get it-“

“Like you would instantly be under my spell, then by the time you realised it would be far too late.” Adrian cuts you off with a serious voice, making you look sideways at him suddenly realising that is exactly what has happened, but or course Adrian doesn’t notice he obviously has no fucking idea.

“That would never happen, like ever Adrian.” You tell him with with a fake laugh at the totally absurd idea of you liking the guy next to you, despite it all being so painfully fucking true.

“Sure.” Adrian scoffs then he starts walking ahead with the coffee’s, whilst you notice Chris give you a smug look which you chose to firmly ignore right now.

“What was that all about?” Begins Chris with a smile as he quickly adds “ Were you trying to talk to Adrian because-“

“Cut it out.” You state firmly hearing Chris laugh beside you but you refused to look at him.

“Cut what out? I’m not doing anything, I have no clue-“

“You do know and it’s not funny, why don’t you just grow up!” You tell him with a dark look aimed in his direction.

“What’s funny is you liking Adrian and-“

“Please shut up.” You cut Chris off walking past him quickly without even holding the door as you slammed it shut behind you instead.

“Rude!” Chris yelled but you didn’t care one bit right now, not in the mood for any childish games courtesy of Peacemaker.

Sure you could easily get behind a good joke you weren’t a robot, but whenever it was at your own expense that would eventually grate after a while, especially when it included Adrian as well.

Whilst Adrian was apparently oblivious to a lot of things, you were very empathetic to the fact that the team were a little too hard on the guy sometimes, with sarcasm going over his head you often found yourself sticking up for him a lot.

Even though Adrian had no idea why you were on his side, he sometimes still treated you like the outsider of the group whilst John and Chris especially teased you mercilessly about crushing on the “weird” guy, they both needed to get a life.

Finally inside HQ now you make your way past Harcourt who greets you with a nod, smiling back but you also notice Adrian who was handing out coffee to both John and Adebayo clearly mixing up the order.

“That is my coffee, I asked for an extra shot-“

“Look our names are even on the cups Adrian, this is mine even though someone spelled my name completely wrong.” Adebayo states calmly taking her coffee from Adrian, which makes your smile widen because out of everyone, she always tried to be extra patient with him.

“I’m sure he can read-“

“Don’t be an ass John-“

“All I want is my coffee and for this conversation to be over.” John states now with the correct drink in his hand he stalks off to his desk, somebody was super grumpy this morning.

“Morning!” Adebayo grins at you then quickly adds “Thanks for the coffee.”

“It was my turn for pick up-“

“What is it with you lot and not taking compliments?” Adebayo questions with a frustrated eye roll walking off whilst muttering to herself, but you do notice her glance back and smirk at you.

“Hey, where’s your coffee?” Adrian asks holding his iced latte, complete with extra shots of caramel in his hand, whilst rewarding you with a curious glance that quickly makes you look away.

All you wanted right now was to be at the safety of your desk, the one in the far corner which had the wobbly leg, but it was somewhere you could hide burying yourself in paperwork with no interruptions.

A little hidden behind the rows of empty shelves which you figured had once held VHS tapes, but now this place pretty much looked abandoned which was also the kind of look the team were going for as well

“Are you ok?” Adrian asks holding out a hand near your shoulder, but he drops it back down beside him as he continues “You were spacing out a bit there”

“I’m fine!” You nod back lamely feeling your cheeks redden from the smile that Adrian is giving you that warms you up from your head right down to your toes, god you were an embarrassment to yourself

“So, where is your-“

“It’s here!” Chris yells cutting off Adrian as he appears by your side holding out your coffee towards you, but then moving it back at the last minute which of course annoys the hell out of you.

“Give me my drink.” You state in a dark voice not afraid of Chris, but aware that he towered over you and could just as easily squash you like a bug.

“What do you think Adrian, do you think I should give Y/N their drink?” Chris asks the unmasked anti hero who smirks at you because he liked to tease you just as much as everyone else did.

“I don’t know have you been good?” Adrian asks you in a gravelly voice which makes your eyes widen, of course Chris notices when you hear him chuckling beside you.

“Who’d have thought Adrian had pick up lines?” Chris questions with a laugh depositing the large coffee, with an extra shot in your hand whilst your cheeks flushed deeply in response.

“Oh, no! You thought that was a line I was just erm joking-“

“Kind of ruining the moment here dude.” Chris says in a sing-song voice then noticing the look on your face adds “I think Y/N however still liked it though-“

“I’m going this way.” You announce to no one in particular just embarrassed, thanks to Chris being a dick and Adrian, well just being himself which was something you really liked about him.

Rushing over to your desk so you could hide your face behind an open binder until you cooled down, you notice Adrian talking to Chris and also Harcourt leaning close to Adebayo who was nodding slowly back.

“What’s up?” You ask Harcourt feeling a little out of the loop for a second which was something you straight up hated.

“Just work I will fill you in later.” Harcourt nods with a smile then looking away from you signals the end of that conversation, so you glance back at your desk lost in your own thoughts for a moment.

It was just another annoying day in the office for the team you decide, looking up to notice Chris rolling his eyes at Adrian then with a fake yawn he walks off.

Yet at the last second he turns back round to face you heading over to your desk, yep just another day with the same teasing from this idiot, wasn’t you lucky!

Meanwhile Adrian stands nearby still holding the two empty cardboard trays limply in his hands, watching the look that Chris was giving you which made him wary, because he obviously trusted his BFF but right at this moment he regretted it deeply.

Perhaps it would be safer to just keep things with you how they were, light and breezy no distractions or truths told to complicate things, because that was the last thing Adrian wanted right now.

Eventually Chris gets bored when you don’t play along with his jokes, which were as usual specific to Adrian it was really getting old so fast and you were already close to snapping.

“You need some new material because your jokes suck dude.” You tell Chris sweetly which makes him rolls his eyes and silently grab at his stomach like he was holding in a laugh.

“Well, what you need to do dude is talk to Adrian and-“

“I did talk to Adrian earlier, you were there? Now don’t tell me your getting forgetful in your old age?” You ask him with a smirk.

“I mean about other things than just coffee, perhaps even invite the guy out for a drink kind of like what people do when they want to date someone.” Chris laughs back when he sees your face, annoyance mixed with heat yet again flushing your cheeks.

“Why would I-“

“Ok, I give up! That’s it! I’m done with you two.” Chris yells loudly causing everyone to look at him as he points from you to Adrian from across the office stating “You two need to figure this shit out today!?”

“What is happening?” John question looking annoyed that he had been interrupted from his work, well him looking to see how one of his latest podcasts was doing the guy liked to talk shit about Gotham’s finest.

“Nothing!” You stand up from your seat then instantly sit back down again watching as Chris finally left, swiftly followed by a confused looking Adrian walking in step close by him.

“I think Chris was implying-“

“I know what he was saying!” You snap back causing Adebayo to pull a face as you quickly apologise for shouting.

“Someone definitely needs their coffee this morning.” John deadpans as you flip him the bird which just causes him to laugh and dodge the pen that you had thrown passed his head.

Finally drinking your coffee you feel your breathing eventually calm down whilst you think of anything else, other than repeating Chris’ words in your head over and over again like an idiot, you had work to do instead of sitting here internally panicking.

Whilst you are so deep in thought pretending to be looking through the paperwork you needed to start attacking soon, you fail to notice that both John and Adebayo had left the room leaving you alone at your desk.

Adrian spots Harcourt and Adebayo both going upstairs which wasn’t unusual, but what was is when he spots John following behind them moaning about how he has to walk upstairs which was an obvious travesty in his eyes.

Adrian starts to follow them but then suddenly stops, when he feels a heavy hand grab onto his shoulder which makes him look round to see Chris with a smug grin on his face.

“Where are you going dude? I think Y/N is looking for you.” Chris explains with a smile when he catches the look that his masked friend gives him in return.

“Really?” Adrian asks with a confused look on his face as he spins round on the spot to heading back towards the office no further questions asked.

Looking up from your folder you notice two things one that your breathing had calmed down finally, and two you were the only person in the office until you notice Adrian walking into the room, iced latte in one hand and a ninja star in the other.

“You wanted to see me?” Adrian asks eventually looking up from the weapon in his hand to glance at you expectantly.

“Me?” You question with a squeak then chasing away the embarrassment with a quick cough you add in your normal voice “ No, I didn’t need to see you.”

“Oh? Well Chris said you did so which one of you is lying?” Adrian questions folding his arms across his chest which distracts you from what he says next to you.

“Excuse me?” You ask having clearly heard Adrian talking in the background, just not any of the actual words whilst you found yourself staring at his muscular folded arms, causing your mouth to suddenly go very dry.

“I was saying.” Begins Adrian with a scoff letting his arms fall to his sides making you look back up into his face as he continues “Chris said that you wanted to see me, and going by the look on your face I would agree. Because you have gone super red like you’ve been out in the sun for too long and not worn sun block which is a super bad idea.”

“Erm, ok then!” You nod back wishing you could make the stupid blush on your face disappear because this was humiliating, luckily no one else was here to witness it happen, thank fuck!

“Unless, your red because your embarrassed but why would you feel like that around me?” Adrian question whilst you imagined running out of this very office screaming, loudly.

Sure Adrian wasn’t doing this on purpose, because he always liked to ask questions he had a lot of them, but right now you just wanted to ignore what was happening and get on with your work.

“I saw everyone else go upstairs do you know why?”Adrian asks thankfully letting his question slide as he takes a quick sip of his drink but then quickly asks “Shit, do we have a meeting?!”

“I don’t think-“

“Let’s go join the others!” Adrian announces walking back out to the room, but you sit there because you didn’t want to be left alone with the guy for too long.

“You are supposed to come follow me!” Adrian returns moments later, which makes you roll your eyes as you grudgingly leave your seat and follow him.

“I really don’t think there is a meeting cos Harcourt would be reminding us constantly, like the banner isn’t even up.” You joke lamely.

“I’ve never seen a meeting banner before?” Adrian questions whilst scrunching up his face in confusion which makes him look adorable.

“It was a joke-“

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny?” Adrian asks still looking like a confused puppy, one you instantly wanted to hug but obviously you couldn’t, because he had knives hidden in various pockets in his Vigilante suit.

“Sorry, I’ll remember that for next time.” You smile at Adrian, then without thinking you place a hand onto his lower forearm which flexes from your touch.

You notice Adrian glance down at your hand which you quickly move away, thankfully he doesn’t say anything just keeps walking further round the back of the building.

Meanwhile in one of the small spare rooms upstairs, complete with wrecked couch and a TV set that wouldn’t be seen outside of the eighties a secret meeting was definitely taking place.

“I’m sick of the fucking pair of them it’s so embarrassing-“

“But they are in love!” Adebayo sighs happily cutting off John whose face doesn’t move an inch, leaving him looking blankly back at his teammate.

“Who gives a shit? All I care about is not dying when we’re on a mission because they are too busy eye fucking each other.” John snaps folding his arms across his chest with a short huff.

“Someone needs to cheer the fuck up, don’t you have a heart dye-beard?” Chris asks with a wide grin on his face.

“You know what fuck-“

“What they need right this second is someone to nudge them together in the right direction.” Nods Adebayo with a happy smile cutting off John yet again.

“I don’t see the problem here?” Questions Harcourt with a shrug as she then adds “If they do actually like one another why don’t they just fuck it out of their system?”

“Is that how you do it-“

“You wish Chris!” Harcourt winks at Peacemaker who looks caught out for a second until he laughs along with everyone else.

“Ok, but that won’t work with these two because Adrian notices both everything and nothing all at once, whilst Y/N is too shy.” Adebayo states with a sad shrug.

“All I know is I’m done with them!” Chris snaps then adds “ I’m fed up of hearing Vigilante whine about liking the cute medic and doing fuck all about it!”

“Wait, he likes Y/N?” Adebayo cuts off Chris sarcastically whilst he flips her the bird.

“This is all well and good.” Begins John in a deadpan voice as he states “But why do any of us care if they get together or not?”

“John has a point!” Harcourt agrees with a firm nod looking at the rest of her team wondering why the fuck they were still here talking about this.

“For starters it would stop them both moping around the place!” Chris begins triumphantly raising a blue gloved fist in the air like his point was far more valid than Harcourt’s.

Everyone sits in silence to ponder this briefly, all reaching different conclusions in their mind none of which were worth voicing during this idiotic meeting that Chris has called for, talking about their teammates downstairs.

“Ok, so let’s make it interesting then!” Chris shrugs making everyone else look up at him because of course that perked up their interest.

“How?” Questions John sitting up on the couch barely a fraction but he did look invested suddenly

“Like a bet?” Questions Harcourt with a nod quickly followed by a brief but sweet smile.

“Sure!” Chris nods with a grin clearly seeing the smile on Harcourt’s face which immediately cheered him up.

“Ok so how much do we deal into the pool and who wins?” John asks moving his hand in a hurry up motion because he was clearly bored again.

“Let’s say fifty each and winner gets-“

“Two hundred dollars? Easy money.” John claps his hands excitedly stating “I’m only doing this for the money nothing else!”

“Whatever. Let’s do this!” Harcourt grins momentarily noticing the excited look on Adebayo’s face which makes her scoff back.

Back downstairs Adrian was talking non stop about some film he had watched last night, all you knew that it was subtitled but you listened to his animated voice with a smile on your face, welcoming the few moments where it was just the two of you.

“They must still be upstairs?” Adrian questions finally finished with his movie monologue as he continues “But why would they be having a meeting there, is this like a super secret meeting we aren’t allowed to go to!”

You notice the look on Adrian’s face followed by a soft whine as he pouts his bottom lip, this image alone makes a small awkward laugh escape from your mouth as if on cue.

“It’s not funny Y/N!” Adrian scolds you in a gravelly voice, once again oblivious to its effects on you.

“Fine, let’s go upstairs!” You announce walking ahead so Adrian doesn’t see the embarrassed look on your face, complete with yet another obvious blush dusting your cheeks.

This was ridiculous, you were able to control yourself around Adrian when on a mission, but here in HQ the pair of you alone together, and your sensibilities were crumbling around you frighteningly quick.

Near the top of the stairs you both stop when you hear the dulcet giggles of Adebayo, fellow team member and giver of extremely good hugs when needed.

“They are having-“

“Shush!” You turn to tell Adrian to be quiet, but you stop when you notice just how close behind you he is on the stairs looking oblivious whilst you briefly zone out.

“Are you ok?” Adrian asks which makes you quickly nod your head in the affirmative, but then you look away mumbling to yourself that your fine.

“Er, ok then.” Adrian states unbelievably stepping past you on the stairs to go ahead, whilst you wished that you had stayed back at your desk instead and avoided all this stupid awkwardness.

“Dude, this is fucking ridiculous just let me accidentally lock them in the van together!”

Adrian standing by the glass door at the top of the stairs, half listening to whatever Chris was saying, but then he decides to burst into the room anyway which makes you shake your head with a small smile playing on your lips.

“What is going on here?” Adrian demands slotting his hands on his hips something he did a lot and you managed to notice every single time.

“I knew this was a bad place to hide-“

“Ha! So this was a secret meeting without us?” Adrian demands victoriously cutting off whatever John the tech guy was about to finish saying.

“Us?” Adebayo asks then grins when she spots you appearing from behind Adrian coffee in hand, looking both confused and embarrassed in equal measures.

“I was just going along with-“

“Of course you were!” Adebayo smirks giving you an over exaggerated wink which makes you stare back whilst taking a long sip of your coffee.

“So what is this all about?” You hear Adrian ask Chris who had been trying to talk privately to Harcourt, them in one corner of the room heads down making you wonder what was going on exactly.

“It’s secret-“

“There was a meeting.” Harcourt begins cutting off Chris sharply, blue eyes looking between you and Adrian as she adds “ We’ve been waiting for you two but we gave up.”

“Yeah, what were you two doing alone downstairs?” John chuckles clearly in a wind up mood which you didn’t appreciate right now.

“Nothing, I-“

“So, what was the meeting about?“ Adrian cuts you off whilst all eyes fall back onto Harcourt who for a brief second looks caught out but the moment soon passes.

“Just some intel, I can explain it to you both later but for now we need to actually work.” Harcourt states firmly folding her arms like this was the final say on the matter.

You watch as Adebayo and John file outside of the room, heading downstairs whilst Chris was looking from you to Adrian with a smug smile spread across his face.

“Busy day today guys!“ Chris claps his hands happily, as you notice the warning look that Harcourt rewards him with, but he is oblivious.

“What is going on around here?” Adrian asks you making you quickly shrug even though you was sure that Chris was up to something, so you would definitely be avoiding him today.

After getting no solid answer from the cute medic of the team, Adrian decides that he needs to head to the bathroom for a few moments, just so he could ignore the weird feeling in his stomach.

Adrian wasn’t happy that he had missed the meeting, with Chris and the others being so nonchalant about it but it had been kinda fun hanging out with you alone back in the office.

But all he truly cared about was the meeting without him because Adrian suffered from FOMO, pretty badly but he knew Chris his obvious BFF would answer his questions.

Especially if he whined loud enough because that was a philosophy which had totally worked for Adrian over the years, he decides rushing into the bathroom only to lean against the sink still deep in thought trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Moments later Chris appears poking his head around the bathroom door, a grin appearing on his face when he spots Adrian looking forlornly at himself in the mirror.

“Finished jerking off yet have we?” Chris questions with a loud laugh breaking Adrian from his thoughts but making him look very caught out all the same.

“I wasn’t jerking-“

“Dude, I was joking what is wrong with you today?” Chris questions with a concerned look on his face.

“What is wrong with me? I want to know what that meeting was all about-“

“But didn’t you enjoy spending some time alone with Y/N, finally putting your flirting skills to the test.” Chris cuts off Adrian with a teasing smirk.

“What, flirting? Why do you keep thinking I’m trying to flirt with our medic-“

“Because newsflash all you ever talk about is Y/N and how you wish you could talk to her, whining all the fucking time it’s pathetic.” Chris states giving him a dark look which makes Adrian open and close his mouth like a distressed fish.

“I do not-“

“Yes, you do! We are all annoyed with you both pining over each other something needs to happen, so what are you gong to do about it then Adrian?” Chris asks with a pointed look on his smug face.

“I have so many ideas-“

“Well you need to do something! Put one of those ideas into action dude I beg of you.” Chris pleads briefly then with yet another pointed look he walks out of the bathroom leaving Adrian to watch his retreating back.

What the fuck was that all about?

•read part two•

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It’s a Love Story

Summary: It’s senior skip day and you’re determined to pull your best friend of 10 years (and secret crush) out of his comfort zone.

Pairing: High School Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (but imagine Spencer is 18 so he is the normal high school senior age)

Content/Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this fic is very self-indulgent because my senior skip day was yesterday! :)

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“Hey, Spence! Wait up,” you jogged down the hall to catch up with him.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d your math test go?” Spencer asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” you groaned, “Thank you for trying to tutor me last night but I think I’m a lost cause at this point. It’s too late in the school year to care.”

“Did you know that ‘senioritis’ can actually be categorized as situational depression? In 2009, 22% of colleges decided to revoke some admissions offers after students began to slack off at the end of their senior year,” Spencer stated.

“Oh, trust me, genius, I may not be as smart as you but I’m not dumb enough to lose my scholarship to UCLA. I did the math out and even if I completely bombed this unit test, I can still maintain my A average,” you replied.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I was just warning you. I don’t want you to lose your spot at your dream school,” Spencer explained, “People don’t compliment you enough for all the hard work you put in to get accepted there.”

“Well, thanks for looking out for me, Spence,” you smiled, taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom.

Spencer sat right in front of you and turned around in his seat, “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. My study hall is wide open just as expected. The teachers are losing just as much steam as the students,” you grinned, unzipping your backpack and pulling out nail polish.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Y/N, don’t you think I get made fun of enough?” he whispered back.

“Girls love when guys paint their nails and if any guys try to give you shit, I’ll personally kick their ass. I took a self-defense course but I’ll use those moves I learned however I see fit,” you said.

“Fine,” Spencer relented, extending his hand out to you.

Spencer was honestly sold once you said that girls love it. That must include you, right?

“It’s purple too. Your favorite color,” you smiled, shaking the bottle up and then beginning to paint his nails.

Spencer thought it was cute that you picked up on his habit of sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were concentrating.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you beamed as you worked on the second coat of polish.

“Yeah,” Spencer replied, not looking at his nails but the girl directly in front of him.

You gently blew air on his nails to dry them, “All done!”

-

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the teacher’s pet?” Brad, the captain of the football team, smirked as Spencer passed through the hallways after his math team practice ended.

“Wow, nail polish? And to think you couldn’t become any more of a loser?” he sneered as the jocks began to encircle around Spencer.

“Spence, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all over. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you walked right into the crowd of boys, paying no mind to them and grabbing Spencer’s hand, pulling him towards the exit.

“Don’t look back,” you whispered.

“You know one day your little girlfriend there is going to realize what a pathetic nerd you are. I’ll be ready to show her what a real man is,” Brad called after you.

“Oh yes, Brad, a real man goes to community college to hang on to the scraps of his mediocre football career that is his only reminder of when he peaked in high school,” you laughed.

“Y/N, he’s going to kill me for that,” Spencer groaned after you exited the building.

“Relax, we have three days left and then we won’t ever have to see that dick again,” you assured him.

“We have four days left,” Spencer corrected you.

“No, three because we’re not going in tomorrow,” you walked into the diner and took your seat in your usual booth, “It’s senior skip day.”

When Spencer didn’t respond, you looked up from your menu, “Spencer Reid, please do not tell me you were going to go in on senior skip day.”

“Why would I want to miss school?”

“Because you already know everything they could possibly teach you and you can spend the whole day with your best friend instead?” you fluttered your eyelashes to persuade him.

“I don’t want to go to the beach with all the popular kids. I’ll get shoved in the sand,” Spencer grabbed some of the fries that the waitress dropped off for you and popped them into his mouth.

“That is why we are going all the way to Santa Monica. We’ll just get up a little earlier and drive a little further but then we won’t run into anyone from our school,” you proposed.

“Fine but you’re driving,” Spencer huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not letting the guy drive who hasn’t driven since he got his license just to prove he could pass,” you giggled.

“Why do I need to drive when my next-door neighbor can be my personal chauffeur?” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 on the dot tomorrow.”

-

You honked outside of Spencer’s house. He came scrambling out with a big canvas tote bag, a tan sweater, and lilac swim shorts that ended at his mid-thigh.

“Get in, loser. We’re going to the beach,” you rolled down the window.

Spencer furrowed his brow for a second before opening the door.

“It’s just a reference to a popular movie. I wasn’t actually calling you a loser,” you assured him.

“My mom made us blueberry muffins for the ride,” Spencer pulled a ziploc bag out of the tote.

“Oh that is so sweet of her! Please tell her I said thank you. She must have been having a good night then,” you smiled, accepting one of the muffins from Spencer.

“Yes, she has been having a good week overall,” Spencer affirmed.

“That’s so great to hear. Okay, we’re stopping for coffee but then we’ll get on the highway.”

The opening notes of Love Story by Taylor Swift began to play on the radio.

“Oh my god! Turn it up!” you screamed.

Spencer grinned and turned the volume knob up.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’,” you sang.

-

You rolled down the windows as soon as you exited off the highway.

“Do you smell that, Spence?” you inhaled deeply, “Something about the salty air and sunshine just makes me feel alive.”

“You know it’s probably your increased exposure to the sunlight leading to an increase in vitamin D which can keep your energy levels up and enhance your mood,” Spencer stated.

“Well, whatever it is, I still love it,” you grinned.

You and Spencer made your way along the sandy coast. You parked in the beach parking lot and got out of the car, grabbing your mini cooler and chair.

Spencer grabbed the other chair and his tote and you headed down to the beach, walking a ways before settling on a spot in a less crowded area.

You took off your big t-shirt revealing your light blue bikini.

“Can we go in the water please?” you begged.

Spencer dug into his tote and tossed you a tube of sunscreen.

“Not until you put that on,” Spencer insisted.

“Fine,” you huffed.

“Sorry I don’t want you to be sunburnt for graduation,” he chuckled.

“Can you do my back?” you asked.

“I-um-yeah-yes I can do that,” Spencer scrambled to stand up from his beach chair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he applied the cool lotion to your back.

“All good,” he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Spence! Do you need me to do your back or are you all set?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m all good. My mom did it before I left,” Spencer said.

“Can we go in the water now?” you pleaded.

Spencer gave a reluctant nod as you let out an excited squeal, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the tide.

You dove right into the cool waves, instantly relieving your body of the southern californian summer heat. Spencer was a bit more hesitant.

“It feels so good, Spence. Trust me,” you smoothed your wet hair back.

Spencer inhaled deeply and then sunk beneath the water as a wave passed by him.

“Yay! He’s actually having fun, people!” you cheered as he emerged from underneath the water.

Spencer playfully splashed water at you and you gasped.

“Oh Spencer Reid, you are so on,” you laughed, splashing water right back at him.

Spencer shielded it from his face with his hand and then started chasing after you. You shrieked in a giggle fit as he lifted you up in the water so you could no longer splash him.

“I surrender! I surrender!” you laughed along with him.

-

You and Spencer were walking on the basically deserted boardwalk by this time of night, licking your ice cream cones.

Spencer noticed you were shivering and pulled off his sweater, handing it to you.

“No, Spence. I can’t, then you’ll be cold,” you said.

“I really don’t mind,” Spencer insisted, wanting to have your scent on his sweater forever.

“Thank you,” you slipped it over your head, “I’m probably going to steal this from you because it’s super comfy.”

A reminder alert buzzed on your phone, “Oh shit. We have to sign up for tickets to go to prom by midnight,” you spoke.

Spencer shot you a guilty look.

“You’re not going?” you sighed defeatedly, trying your hardest not to tear up.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“And I’ll be right by your side making a fool of myself too,” you urged, “Spence, it’s going to be no fun without you. I was going to ask you to officially be my date, you know? I had this whole complicated equation that I was going to have you solve and graph and the line spelled out ‘Prom?’. It’s stupid thinking back on it now, I won’t make you go.”

“I was going to ask you,” Spencer smiled softly, “but then I chickened out.”

“How about this? You give me one dance right now and then we’ll decide if we’re going or not,” you opened your phone and started playing Dancing by Mellow Fellow.

Spencer extended his hand and you accepted as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You waltzed around the boardwalk in perfect sync as the neon lights from food stands and rides were shining down on you.

Spencer twirled you around and caught you in a dip. You let out a shaky exhale as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please do. I’ve only been waiting 10 years for it since I moved in next door,” you smiled softly.

Spencer leaned down further and connected your lips. You pulled him even closer with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’ll go to prom with you under one condition,” he grinned, pulling away, “we go as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Absolutely,” you beamed and stood on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss that was long overdue.

A/N: i took a note out of my dear friend @samuel-de-champagne-problems ‘s book by naming the title after a Taylor Swift song

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[thefanficmonster]

Corpse Infested

Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of dysfunctional family, Family problems, Swearing

Genre: Humor, Comfort, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When your friend disappears for a long time, seemingly having lost interest in what fueled the most passionate fire in their life, you cannot not worry about them. Even if you wanna give them space, you will reach out, you will offer your help. You will tell them they always have you to rely on and talk to.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and if you do I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

For me, it’s never hard to find things to do. I’ve constantly got things on my mind and tasks to tend to, keeping me occupied and my mind focused at all times. I think that comes with living in a home as dysfunctional as this one. I honestly can’t recall a time when my parents got along nor can I think of a time where there was at least one second of peace while the two are both present in the house. It’s always a warzone up there. I’m saying up there because I tend to live out of the basement of their home. I know living in your parents’ basement is considered a peak loser point, or the bottom of the bottom, but you’d have to believe me when I say - I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I only recently came back to this hell-hole and boy do I regret it. I mean, it was a decision forced upon me by circumstances. Trust me, I tried every other option there was. When my dorm was to be closed down and demolished, we were given a notice to start planning our next move about a month early. You can bet I immediately started looking at places but my very tragic and miserable budget didn’t allow such a purchase. No rent was adequate for me and my near-empty wallet so my second option was moving in with my best friend who was also not in the greatest of situations but I thought I’d give that a shot too.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t work out. She lived in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend and his best friend at the time, so four people in one apartment was a nightmare. Still a lesser nightmare than this one but a nightmare nonetheless. Some unwanted and downright traumatizing events chased me out of that place after barely managing to pack my stuff. Therefore, finding myself on the streets again, I had no other option other than the obvious and least liked one: moving back in with my parents.

Making money during my first year of college hasn’t been easy. Working two jobs at once and also streaming video games on the side was what my time was filled with all throughout the first semester but then this damn pandemic started and now ruined everything for me. I had things going for me, I was slowly getting my life together and now it has all fallen apart yet again. The places I worked at closed down due to quarantine and I haven’t been able to steam, not only cause I’d be the victim of my parents’ comments but also cause my terrible home life would be exposed to all my fans and viewers. It’s not like I could cancel out the commotion going on right above my head, it’s a livestream and this house’s walls are cardboard thin meaning all the arguing I hear almost 24/7 will serve as background noise for my streams.

I haven’t reached out to my friends or fans to inform them of this which I feel slightly guilty about but I’m really not looking forward to having to lie to them, just as much as I’m not looking forward to having to tell them the truth so instead I’ve picked silence which is probably either worrying them or driving them insane. Either way, I’ll make my comeback soon.

Well....not very soon by the looks of it...

I have to gather the money, then I have to find a place, then comes the packing, moving out of here, moving into the new place...oh God, there’s so much to it that I don’t even wanna think about. Just that thought that I’ll be inactive for that long makes my stomach turn. Streaming’s where I’ve been channeling all my negative emotions, turning them into something positive and entertaining with the help of my friends.

Speaking of my friends, I should probably put emphasis on how amazing they are. Basically the older siblings I’ve always wished I had. I’m the baby of the group, the eighteen year old freshman in college, powering through life the best they can cause they are constantly getting tripped up by inconvenient occurrences such as this one for example. I tend to have the gang poke fun at me quite frequently - all lighthearted and with good intentions obviously - but they are also the ones to get super defensive if anyone gets the balls to talk shit about me. They’d never allow me to be the victim of any smack talk or online rumors and ‘cancel culture’ or whatever the hell people will come up with to leave others restless and wondering if they did something shady a decade ago. Well, to be fair, I didn’t even know about the concept of social media a decade ago and I’ve never been one to post much but I still have a protection squad in case anyone decides to come after me.

Little do they know the people I need protecting from are the very people that are supposed to protect me - my parents. Luckily, they don’t venture into to basement very often if at all and I have my own exit to the outside world so I don’t have to run into them unless I absolutely have to. The only time I emerge to the surface of the house - aka the ground floor - I do so to leave my share of rent money on the dining table and I usually do it when they aren’t home or when they’re asleep - that happens often with how many bottles they each knock back on the daily.

*sigh*...at least I don’t have to talk to them, right?

Anyhow, remember how I mentioned I always have things to do? Well, right now I’ve tasked myself with rifling through the large boxes containing random stuff I found in one of the basements down here to see if there’s anything I could possibly sell online. For starters, I’d like to hope there aren’t any severed body parts in here because this was one shady-ass basement before I moved in and un-creeped it a bit so I wouldn’t have to become an insomniac due to the paranoia of there being a homeless person down here with me or some paranormal entity. Regardless, old basements tend to be, apart from haunted, also filled with junk no one would find valuable despite it actually being worth something after all. That’s basically what I’m hoping to find at the moment.

As I dig through the contents of the first box, the YouTube playlist I have put on on my phone cuts off causing me to furrow my brows in confusion for a second before my ringtone pierces the silence the lack of music created.

I quickly mute the ringing and take a look at the Caller ID to see a name I never thought would pop up on my screen as an incoming call - Corpse. I, as well as many of our friends, know that he’s not the biggest fan of talking to people on the phone so this is rather surprising. Still, I pick up the call in case it’s not a mistake and an odd chance that it’s somethin urgent cause Lord knows Corpse doesn’t call people willy-nilly. 

Thank God it’s quiet up there at the moment.

“Hello?“ I try my best to cover up the confusion in my voice but I can only assume I didn’t do the best job considering Corpse replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?“ He asks, getting my cheeks to redden a bit, “You can’t blame a guy for calling after up and disappearing on him and on the whole internet. Where’ve you been?“

I open my mouth to respond when I hear the sound of glass breaking a shouted curse from upstairs.

Oh for fuck’s sake!

“Um...you know, places?“ I’m aware the answer isn’t only nonsensical but also sounds more like a question, but I can hardly focus on that right now. I’m too buys praying to an entity I don’t fully believe in for the situation above to not escalate.

“Uh, is everything ok over there? Where even are you right now?“ The teasing tone to his voice is all but gone at this point, replaced with deep concern, having obviously heard the commotion that did the exact opposite of what I prayed for - escalated.

“Y-yeah, it’s ok. It’s just another Thursday, you know.“ I attempt a small laugh but it’s blatantly miserable, “I moved back in with my parents when they announced the quarantine so that’s where I’m at now. They’re not the quietest of folks as you can tell so...“

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE“

Oh crap, here we go.

“...So I can’t really stream a lot...or at all.“ I mutter, cringing with all my might, “But it’s only temporary! I’ll get back in the saddle as soon as I find another place to stay.“ I don’t dare mention how long that’s gonna take me, it’ll be too disappointing and depressing for the both of us. “So yeah...um...thanks for showing concern but there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m ok, everything’s ok, things are just...a bit off the rails, but I’ll fix em no problem. Like I always do!“ I attempt to sound as cheerful as possible with little success due to the overwhelming anger I feel towards those people upstairs and the gut-wrenching nostalgia for the world of streaming I can no longer be a part of because of them. Actually, I put the blame first on the pandemic and second on my parents - if it wasn’t for Covid I’d probably still be in my dorm!

“Hey...um, I think I know an affordable place where you can take up residence. Only if you want to, of course.“ He sounds hesitant but I easily overlook that as excitement bursts throughout my entire being at the sound if an escape being offered to me just like that. Had I known I’d find the solution to my problem in the very people I spent time avoiding because I was afraid of their pity, sympathy and judgement.

“Oh please, it could be a rat and roach infested shoe box and I’d go running to it. How much is rent?“ I ask through a gasp of hurried laughter that’s a result of my inability to contain said excitement. Listen, I’ve been sitting here in Hellsburg for three months now and haven’t gotten a proper shuteye during that whole period, whatever Corpse is offering has to be better than this misery.

“Rent can be discussed once you move in...“ He trails off, “And it’s not rat nor roach infested but there’s a slight issue...“

“Which is?“ I’m honestly expecting the worst: in a bad neighborhood; faulty wiring with a high chance of being electrocuted; faulty piping with a high chance of flooding; people have died there; things get randomly moved around in the middle of the night etc. However, I don’t voice any of them to avoid getting laughed at for my wild imagination.

“Well, uh, it’s corpse infested.“ He says a little awkwardly, causing me to let out an inaudible sigh.

So my ‘people have died there’ guess was on point, huh?

“People have died there, huh? Well, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I don’t find their bodies in the closet or meet their spirits at 3AM.“ I attempt to joke, now second-guessing my eagerness to accept the offer.

Corpse bursts out laughing his ass off at my statement, getting me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and wonder what I said was so funny - it was a poor attempt at a joke, it in no way deserves that sort of reaction, barely a chuckle in my opinion.

“You’re golden, Y/N, I swear.“ He says once he forces the laughter to subside, “I meant corpse infested as in Corpse Husband infested.“ He breaks out in another fit as my brain slowly starts connecting the dots.

Oooohh he’s asking me to go live with him

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up for a sec. Are you aware of what you’re offering me? I mean, we’ve never met IRL, you barely know me and....and for all you know I could be the serial killer in this situation!“ I have no idea why I’m pushing my luck, don’t ask. I just don’t want him to make a decision he’ll later regret, I guess. “Like, I could kill you in your sleep!“

“Would you?“ He asks confidently, silently stating he already knows the answer.

I roll my eyes, “Of course not! But...” He cuts me off.

“Great, the offer stands on my end. I’m not a noisy nor nosey roommate so I suggest you start packing. If you choose to live in that hell-hole over living with me, I’m sorry but I’ll be hella offended, just so you know.“

Corpse sounds like he’s about to hang up on me, a decision already made, so I hurry to stop him. “Wait! What about rent?”

“Fuck the rent, pack your bags.“ And just like that, despite my efforts, he hangs up on me.

Well...this is a chance of a lifetime that I know refusing would lead me to not only remain stuck here but also put me in the hugest loser bin. There’s also the fear of being Corpse’s burden which I’ll try my best not to be - I mean, I’m a super independent person and Lord knows that if this offer came any other time or from any other person, I would’ve declined asap, no discussion.

But streaming

But sleeping properly

But having a normal life again

Yeah those are most certainly the reasons I get up and go into the closet in search on my emptied suitcase. Time to fill it up again, I guess. This time with a smile on my face and excitement fueling each and every movement of mine.

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Branching off of Travis piercing his body.

He would 100% start off with fake piercings as a joke. Perhaps he has a fake belly button piercing and makes sure to show it off on a day he knows it’ll just be him and the gang over. In nothing but some sweatpants and a crop top, showing off his flat tummy. Eyes are immediately trained to the bright and shiny crystal butterfly dangling from him as he marches around the house.

Oh, the reactions were beautiful. Larry couldn’t keep his hands off. He HAD to touch Travis. Had to flick the piercing, mesmerized as it dangled like a tempting carrot to a horse. Sal was shameless in looking up piercings he thought would look much better on the brown skin of Travis. Enthralled at the idea of Travis with a particular flower charm that would climb UP his stomach.

The group said nothing though. Not willing to startle Travis and he hides the glittering waypoint. But then. Then Travis had the audacity to stretch and reveal a shiny gem clipped to his nipple. Alert and proud to show off the crystalline heart.

“Is that a nipple piercing?” Sal asked. Voice soft and almost vacant. Eye singled in on the breast that had just peaked out at them.

Larry wasn’t even intelligible by now. Squealing into his fist as he desperately resists the urge to carry Travis away and see what else he’s hiding from them.

Travis smiling coyly to the group and shrugging. “It’s nothing really, just thought I’d try it out” he chirped. “Look at the screen, losers. I’m NOT rewinding this entire movie” he cut in before anyone could speak.

Ash wanted to speak but just returned to the movie. She’d probably have to wait a couple of days to ask questions anyway with how Travis dear boyfriends were reacting. She instead opted to lean on her girlfriend and watch the movie.

The fake piercings garnered him attention he didn’t know he could get. Enjoying this new attention. He especially enjoyed the brothers undivided attention once the group parted. He hadn’t felt that adored since they first got together. Which then prompts him to get more body jewelry, real or fake was up to the imagination!

[saffronwritings]

Suitably Warm - A Jean Kirstein Fic

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k 

A/N: *Spoiler Alert* if you havent watched any AOT there is some death spoilers? Also *CW* Cursing, blood, gore?

You couldn’t remember how long you had been separated from the other scouts. Everything had turned into a whole mess once the squads had been directed to split up once the Colossal titan had appeared near the Trost district. You were assigned to be with Eren Jaeger’s group but you couldn’t exaggerate on how fast things went from bad to worse. The group had run into an abnormal titan within the first few minutes of patrolling the area. In which Thomas had gotten eaten in the process. You and the rest of your squad were staring at the scene in horror.

However, when Eren had run after the titan that had eaten Thomas, you only felt a clench in your gut that things were only going to get worse.The rest of the squad had gone after him, while you found your gear malfunctioning. The gas was not releasing on one side making it jerk you around. A slew of curses left your lips as you attempted to hit the gear in order for it to work with no avail. Mina had noticed you weren’t behind them and almost stopped to go back but you had waved her off.  You had shouted to Mina to go on without you, and that you’d fix your gear and catch up to them later. After a brief nod from her you quickly got down from the rooftop to seek out shelter. 

You finally broke into one of the abandoned buildings in the trost district and quickly threw your gear off in order to get a better look only to see that it was only your gas tank that was screwed on wrong that was causing it to malfunction. Quickly fixing the problem and hoisting the gear back on securely, you went to run out of the building when you heard loud footsteps. Freezing in place, you placed a hand over your mouth in order to distill any sound that would potentially come out of your mouth. Quieting your heavy breathing and listening very intently on the footsteps on the outside. 

You felt your entire body wrack with nerves and wanted to do nothing more than to crumple from the fear. However, you managed to keep your composure and listened as the titan seemed to find something to distract itself from your location. Cautiously you slowly opened the door to the building and peaked your head out to see if you could see any other titan’s lingering. Thankfully they had seemed to clear from the area. 

Immediately you launched yourself onto the nearest rooftop with your ODM Gear to get a better look at what was going on. Your eyes widen with fear as you had noticed Mina’s limp and bloodied half-eaten body laying in the middle of the alleyway in front of you. There was blood everywhere down the same way she was laying. You felt the bile rising up in your throat as you tried to keep your composure. You aimed your ODM Gear towards where Mina’s upper body laid and swept down to her. Her eyes were lifeless and you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. What if you had just made sure your gear was good to go from the get-go instead of rushing after Eren like everyone else? Maybe she would still be alive. 

As you continued to sob and blame yourself, you looked up and made eye contact with a titan walking towards you. Your face paled and you grabbed up Mina’s half- eaten body and fled a few blocks over. The titan was tight on your trail, chasing your flying body. You managed to gain some distance from the titan and crashed yourself and Mina’s body into a nearby second story window of another abandoned building. You slammed against a wall with great force and felt all the wind being knocked out of you. It was possible one of your ribs broke and you were definitely sure you injured your shoulder from the rough landing. However, you couldn’t just give up here, you had to get into a room where you and Mina’s body would be safe. You had to make sure there was a body to bury, especially since you felt at fault. 

You hurried up with gasping breaths and dragged both yourself and Mina’s body into the hallway where there were no windows. You decided that you would wait until you heard a rescue group come around. You were in no condition to be swinging around on your ODM gear. You felt the vibrations around the house you had crashed into, knowing that the titan that was following you was probably not that far away. 

You had to act quickly and you rushed yourself down the stairs of the house, desperately hoping that maybe there was a basement you could hide out in. Thankfully when you reached the bottom floor you noticed the trapdoor that led to a lower level basement. Even if a Titan were to breach the house, you would be safe in the confines of the lower levels of concrete. You tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible as if not to drag any attention to yourself, but you struggled to drag Mina’s body with you as you made it to the first level of the house. You heard sounds of a crash nearby and hurried your pace. Hurrying, you opened the hatch in order to get both yourself, and Mina inside. You closed the hatch and let out a few loud breaths. It felt like your lungs were on fire and that your shoulder was numb. 

In between your ragged breaths, you kept an ear out to hear if anything was happening. You wanted to be sure that if anyone had come looking for scouts missing, that you’d be able to hear it.

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You weren’t sure how long you had been in the basement of this abandoned building. Your nose had become adjusted to the smell of the blood that still lingered from Mina’s body. Your breathing was still ragged with your broken ribs, making you inhale sharply every so often. As stupid as it had sounded, you almost wanted to fall asleep and hope to wake up from this nightmare. When you went into training you hadn’t actually expected to fight titans so early on, and yet here you were. Your thoughts drifted back to when they were first forming groups to take care of the Titans that were overwhelming the trost district. 

You looked over to Jean when the squads were being formed and felt extremely disappointed that you were not assigned to his squad. You knew that you two would get separated at times, but it didn’t make you less disappointed. While you both were part of the middle guard to take care of the titan’s, you knew that you couldn’t afford to be distracted by constantly looking at him. 

Sure the two of you were really good friends, but you felt yourself grow deeper feelings for the abrasive man. The two of you had both recruited to be a part of the Military Police together, to have a nice and safe life inside the walls. It was almost a guarantee that you two wouldn’t see much action like the Scouting Legion did. “Get ready, we are deploying soon! Check your gear and get your supplies ready!” The head in command shouted. The recruits replied in unison and broke apart. However, Jean was over to you within seconds.

“They separated us.” He hissed angrily, glaring over at the head of command. You smacked his shoulder and he looked at you annoyed. “I can take care of myself, Jean. You were one rank above me in our graduating class. Don’t think you’re all high and mighty now.” You scolded him, making him smirk at you. “I know you can. Hell if it weren’t for Mikasa and Annie, I’d say you were the scariest female in the recruits right now.” He teased, making you stick your tongue out at him in a childish manner. 

However, as fast as he was to tease you, his face turned serious. “You better keep yourself safe. I will come find you if you are missing.” He sternly said. You nodded your head and pushed his shoulder. “Same goes for you, loser. I’ll see you when this hellish nightmare is over.” You laughed, before heading over to your assigned squad. However, you couldn’t help but feel Jean’s eyes burning on the back of your head. You tried to be strong to not make him worry, but you were so nervous for this mission. Both of you hadn’t anticipated to be in this situation so soon. You could tell her was just as nervous as you were, so you didn’t want to add onto his worry by making him also worry about you. 

Being so lost in thought and breathing in a methodical way had almost lulled your tired body to sleep - that is until you heard a shouting from outside. You quickly opened up the hatch of the basement to be able to hear it better. 

You grimaced at the thought of potentially going out to risk your life, to help the life of someone else. However, you would do it in a heartbeat. You were only hiding to hopefully heal your body. “Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted, and you almost cried. Someone had noticed you were missing. The groups must have met up and searched for their missing comrades. You managed to pull Mina’s body out of the basement and up onto the ground floor so that when you were met with a higher up, you could tell them where her body was. 

“Y/N!” You once again heard your name being shouted by a familiar voice, and it was getting louder. You hobbled your way over to the front door of the house and opened it quickly. As soon as you had exited the house and your eyes adjusted to the sun, you saw Jean Kirstein swinging through the street looking for you. Your eyes almost immediately flooded with tears and before you could shout to let him know where you were, he locked eyes with you. He redirected his ODM gear quickly and landed close to you. His feet hit the ground with urgency and he ran over to you, enveloping your body with his arms softly. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You scared the shit out of me.” He whispered in his tight hold. His body was suitably warm, probably from both fighting titans and from swinging around with his odm gear. It didn’t take you long before you had wrapped your arms around his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. Sobs wracked your body and he sat there and held you close to him. You had always been close to Jean. Hell, you were practically best friends with him. You were as attached to the hip to Jean as Armin was to Eren. “The titan’s got Mina.” You cried, shaking your head. “The titan’s got a lot of the new recruits.” He said grimly, his grip tightening around you. 

“I’m so angry they separated us, as soon as I caught word that you weren’t with your squad I rushed to find you.” He whispered into your hair, stroking it with one hand. His grip around you was still tight and you felt so safe in the hell that was reality. “You have to be hurt if you have laid low all this time, I know how stubborn you are.” He stated, making you nod. You told him about how you crashed into the house after trying to flee an abnormally fast titan. 

This only made the boy look more worried, especially when you told him about your conclusion about your broken ribs. However, that wasn’t what was bothering you, but the whole situation within itself. “Jean, are we ever going to live peacefully or are we always going to be fighting for our lives.” You cried, wincing at the pain in your lungs. “Regardless, I am going to make sure to protect you from now on.” He stated, pulling away from your embrace to pull you into his lips. 

You felt the rising heat burn up to your cheeks and felt in shock that this was happening. You had to have fallen asleep while waiting for rescue. You inhaled through your nose and felt the sharp pain still in your lung. Nope. This couldn’t be a dream. You finally kissed him back after confirming that this was indeed not a dream, melting into his affection. When he pulled away you could see the blush dusting his face. “I’m starting to realize that I need to act on my feelings before it’s too late. If we’re both recruits for any of the Legions, we could lose our lives fighting. I don’t want to lose my life and not have you know how much I love you.” He boldly stated. 

“Am I dead? Did I go to heaven? This can’t feel real.” You replied in awe and a scowl immediately rested on his face. “That’s all you have to say to me? I just confessed my feelings for you, we’re in the middle of battling titans, and you think you died?!” He shouted which made you laugh. “I love you too, Jean. Thank you for coming to find me.” You whispered, with tears in your eyes. The blush returned to Jean’s face, making you smile even though the situation was grim. “Let’s get back to the others before they send another search party for you.” He teased with a smile, in attempts to make you feel better. He extended his hand out for you to grab and you quickly took it, intertwining your fingers together. This might have felt like a living hell, but Jean made it feel just a tad bit normal in your moments together.

A/N: I’ll have you know that I legit rewatched this specific episode to make sure this all felt as cannon as possible. I hope you liked it, I know you are all expecting probably MHA or even Haikyuu but I promise I am trying to get things running. I hope you liked this  🥺

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100: Meatballs (1979): First off let me say this, Meatballs could NOT be made today, first of all, the people who play the Counselors? VERY old, and the so called kids? Do not even get me started, they'd probably be near retirement age! And YES I will be making that joke about every single comedy on this list to the point where it is no longer funny, the reason for that is, of course because I am not funny. What is funny however is the film I watched today, Meatballs. My reasons for picking this as my 100th most favourite movie are twofold 1 – It was the beginning of the Camp movie, and folks as an ex-girlfriend once said to me 'You look like you love stories set in hotels and movies set in summer camps' and as would be the case throughout our relationship she was RIGHT. I went to camp as a kid and I . . . loved it, and this movie for whatever flaws there are, either accurately represents time spent in camp OR is so good and funny to me that it has replaced my actual camp memories with feelings caused by this film. A real Matrix situation with the caveat, I do not know what that means.

2: Bill Murray, slight spoiler alert but this man will be making a lot of appearances on this accursed list and though he's not at his peak here, he is the most raw and unchained he has ever been on film. The 'It just doesn't matter' scene is probably the high point of the movie, and it consists entirely of him hooting and a hollering about why nothing that they (the camp/campers) are doing matters. Brother that is true for everyone always and if there's a better way to express it then Bill screaming at a room full of openly breaking children then I am not aware of it. Plus I am contractually obligated to mention that he plays the father figure that every dopey loser kid wishes they had. Most realistic scene for me is the Inter-staff basketball game between the Richie Richersons of Camp Mohawk (boooooooooooo) and the working class schlubs who have hearts of gold Camp North Star (yayyyy), which is easily the most 'None of us are familiar with how basketballs work as a concept or in practice' game ever set on the silver screen Favourite line from the film: No, no, I wanna run, keeps my mind off SEX! Look overall this movie is not fine art, it doesn't redefine cinema, I never got to third base while watching it, but it creates a warm space to reminisce and it teaches you that trying is a waste of time except when it isn't. Good lesson 10/10

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Tits

+18

Warning: Language, sexual content, nipple teasing, sucking biting, emotional drama

Short Story AU (Another/alternate Universe)

Katsuki x male reader

It was right after P.E, everyone went back to change out of their gym clothes, (Y/n) and Katsuki was the last two to arrived changing into their school uniforms again

"Hey Bakugo bro we're going on ahead!" Kirishima yelled leaving the boys locker room like the rest of the boys in class did

A silent atmosphere hanging in the air as the two teens getting dress, already in shoes and pants

(Y/n) attention turned to the ash blonde watching him slip on a shirt but luckily enough to catch a glimpse of that nice looking man buns and soft pink nipples it.

Katsuki's abs and muscles were no intrest to him in the slightest just those boobs!

"Hey. Bakugo?" Katsuki attention turned to you calling him out a little annoyed but also curious.

"What loser?"

"Your pretty ripped man." A sly smirked spread across your lips, walking closer to the blonde but still kept some distance

"Me too." You slipped your open shirt back showing off your upper body, abs, muscles, strong chest pink nipples but not as pink as Katsuki.

Bakugo couldn't help but be a little confused are you trying to compete against him or just something shitty Kaminari stood you up for.

Or could you be trying to...

Seduce Him?

"Not interested, (Rude n/n)." He turned back to his locker starting to button up his shirt from downward working his way up

"You know I never really noticed it before but your tits are huge." (Y/n) peaked his head over Bakugo shoulder his mouth near the blondes earlobe, (Y/n) hot breath hit Katsuki nape while he spoke sending shivers down his spine.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He jolted stepping away from the other male rubbing his neck all defenses on high alert

"Can I touch them?"

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"Huh?"

"Can i-"

"WTF no!" Katsuki stopped him backing up until his back hit the cold stone wall, trying to put as much distance between him and the current Pervert

"Touch your own if you want to do that!"

"Mmmh that won't feel the same, I wanna feel your tits. You do have more meat on them." (Y/n) smirked again, stepping forward to Katsuki.

"Don't worry we're alone here. Besides everyone else already went home."

"That's not the fuck'n problem here!" He yelled trying to shoo away the perv, blushing bright red matching Kirishima's hair.

"Oh come on pls, it won't hurt. And I know your gay. it's a win win."

You touching his tits long forgotten once you revealed a secret he tried keeping for so long, how did you know there was no way you could've noticed he made sure not to look at men, always join in the conversation about girls, even renewed his attitude toward everyone.

"H-how you know?"

"Huh?"

"How do you know I like men! I never told anyone!?" Tears ran down Katsuki face, believing you'll go and exspose him to the whole school, than he'll lose his reputation pride poeple will start looking down on him even worst they'll trash on him for not being normal it wasn't something he could control he was happy that he liked men.

"Oh no, its okay calm down, Katsuki calm down." (Y/n) whispered softly placing his palms on Katsuki's cheeks whipping away the tears, the skin beneath his crimson eyes a little stained his eyes couldn't lock away form (Y/n)'s.

"The beginning our first year in high school, you accidentally left you phone in class. I picked it up and the screen lit on I saw your lock screen, those words, lyrics were from the song Radio-Friendly Pop Song by Matt Fishel."

"You-"

"Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend, I like guys and they like me we hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do." You slowly sang the song remembering the words as they make sense but better yet you pick the part where that song as actual meaning. After you stop singing it was silent for a few seconds

"I was confused at first why a guy like you had that lyrics as background? It was only the first verse, it clicked when I listened to the song again."

"I was basically careless... it's been a year since then why didn't you call me out sooner?" Katsuki started relaxing under (Y/n) touch loving the circles (Y/n) was drawing with your dumbs on his cheeks, it felt good.

"I thought you wanted time, wait for the right time to come out?"

"Thanks." Katsuki smiled giving (Y/n) the most treasured once in a life time glaze, it literally struck the other you in the heart.

So precious!

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"So can I touch?" (Y/n) grinned like an idiot after he finally recovered from seeing a true angel.

"Your still on that? No-"

"I'm gonna touch them okay."

"No-Stop."

Bakugo quite down when (Y/n) grope both the blonde under boobs feeling the soft squeezy flesh in his hands made (Y/n) happy and devilish.

"Its so smooth~" you purred with a smirk appeare on you lips yet again, squeezing the flesh a little more moving his chest a little up and down, loving it more when you press them together making it look like real small girl boobs.

"So soft~" you begin moving more to each of his nipples brushing a dumb over one, Katsuki let out a soft yet loud moan, getting something he never thought he would

A nipples tease, he enjoy every bit of it.

But it got better when you leand in tracing your tongue around his nipple a few times as the other one was being pinching which was both painful and pleasurable.

Your tongue slowly traveled over his harden nipple licking around and over, groping a hand full of his bun closing your lips around the sensitive flesh sucking slowly.

Katsuki couldn't help but bring his hands up to your hair holding your head in place while you continue your fun

Nibbling a little as you let out the bun watching your saliva drip from his wet bun down his abdomen, turning your attention to the other nipple giving it the same treatment while your hand grip his wet bun squeezing it hard possibly leaving hand mark. But the other nipple that you were busy with got something better than a hand mark, biting your teeth into the sensitive skin not hard enough to draw blood but definitely leave a bite mark

During it all Katsuki had to clinch his jaw shut so that his moaning doesn't reach the whole building and exspose you two, it did displeased you but it was necessary.

"Yummy~" you slowly licked your lips drool running down the side of your chin, proofs how much you liked it.

"So are we going to continue this at my place? Cause I really like to hear you moan all night and fuck you full of my cum till you pass out."

Katsuki was a little unsure about it, it all disappeared once you took his hand the desire in your eyes the lust and love he couldn't resist

If he said no he'd lose his only chance with a guy that actually showed interest in him but if he says yes he won't be walking for the next few days

He rolled his eyes giving you a girn

"Sure, dumb ass."

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