#so imma get lost in the sauce over here

[spicyraeman]

almost forgot that I like women after being in the dickpit that is the cyberpunk fandom

[luffythinker]

Aoyama/Bakugo Anon back again to bring my fanfiction thingy that's not a fanfiction but kinda is ?

Previously on whatever this is

"We don't have to commit to anything but i would like to." Bakugo says between kisses and snuggles. "Give me a reason to want to be ready."

This is his way of saying kiss me on the mouth and Aoyama does. Bakugo balls his hands in Aoyama's shirt, it gets messed up cause his hands are sweaty but neither of them care.

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Bakugo feels fireworks go off when Aoyama kisses him, it's soft it's his first real kiss CAUSE IMMA BE REAl Deku is his first kiss but i want his first kiss to be special so im gonna say his first kiss was when he was a kid and Midoriya kissed him on the lips cause he said "That's what people do when they love eachother and i love you Kacchan" to which he just replied "Whatever Deku" THEY WERE KIDS IM SURE BOTH MOTHERS BRING THIS UP ALL THE TIME- its funny

Anyway Aoyama doesn't make it weirdly long or anything he pulls away first cause Bakugo is lost in the sauce. He didn't notice it but he was grabbing onto Aoyama's shirt his hands balled into the cotton fabric. He snaps out of it with a semi loud "HUH" like he does you know the way he does if you watch the dub.

"T-thats it? That's fucking it?"

"Hehe, was you expecting more darling?"

"I-... you..." Bakugo is red as a tomato searching for the words hes unable to find that linger in his mind and at the end of his tongue.

It's almost laughable how adorable Bakugo is here tonight. "I see this that was reason enough was it not?" The smile on his face makes Bakugo want to slap it off, but he rather enjoys how pretty it looks so he decides against the idea of smacking the pretty boy.

Pretty boy? Since when was a boy ever pretty to him? GAY AWAKENING - well in my honest to god opinion Kirishima is Bakugo's gay awakening, the way he reached his hand out to save him tell me he didn't have a gay panic when they started living in the dorms but he forced himself to get over it. - This one he's unable to force himself to get over it like a headcold that wont go away he's fallen like a star for the boy who wears glitter, the boy who probably wears a little make up, the boy who's so secretive about everything he does and somehow a open book in class A. His pretty boy Bakugo starts to like how that sounds the more he repeats it in his head.

His pretty boy twinkles.. His.

"Look here sparkles, starting from today forward i'm not gonna bullshit this feeling anymore." Aoyama looks confused at the face that was seconds ago very restful looking, now his eyebrows are furrowed and he's not using his inside voice anymore, it was cute. he kinda prefers/wants it back now.

Saying he likes him means admitting it first, Katsuki Bakugo never admits to anything first unless its about being the best, this fucker is going to admit his love for him first. "I'm gonna embrace it so you better do the same!" He's not leaning against him as much anymore cause he's trying to prove a point.

It's a test to see how long this will last before the sparking boy says it first.

"Don't hold back anything, if we're gonna do this we do this right got that?"

Aoyama is extremely confused as to what in god's green earth Bakugo is talking about but if he had to take a guess he thinks he means if they are going to be in a relationship he doesn't want them to fake it? Aoyama isn't really sure but he is sure he wants what just happened to happen again.

"Um, Oui, i think we should try."

"Glad we're on the same page." Bakugo gets up. "It's pass 8:30 going over 9:00 and we've got classes in the morning so go the fuck back to your room and go the fuck to sleep your keeping me awake Twinkles."

This is the harshest and kindess way he could get thrown out of someone like Bakugo's room and still have all his limbs. Someone from the bakusquad sees Aoyama leaving Bakugo's room with a dumb look on his face (we are in agreement Jirou is in the Bakusquad so maybe it's her lol)

On the bus for a hero field trip

Bakugo doesn't make any attempts to hold Aoyama's hand but when Aoyama also doesn't he gets a ping on his phone from a certain blasty astroid blond telling him if he wants to hold his hand he better damn well hurry up and do it.

"Don't think i didn't see you looking at me like a fucking gazelle trying to figure out if the water is safe to drink earlier..." He reads

afterwards another text is sent

"i don't bite ya know."

He doesn't have to see his face to know the emotion connected to this sentence. It's like a puppy begging to be pet. He's never felt so insulted and charmed at the same time. It's the weirdest feeling in the world. Bakugo is so cute the way he tries to get people to make the first move Aoyama almost feels bad about playing this game cause he could play it all day and never get tired.

Aoyama is feeling bold today so he text back.

"I feel like there are far nicer ways of asking me to hold your hand darling >;)" He debates on typing in a * to make a star but he just opts for using the star emoji instead.

He see's Bakugo steaming in a few seats in front of him by the other window looking at his phone before Aizawa tells them they have to get off.

This kind of talk earns Aoyama exactly what he wants, Bakugo in his face trying to argue the issue that he was trying to be nice. Or as he says it "Fucking nice." Bakugo is probably just surprised he has the balls to talk to him that way even if it is just over text.

(Idk i guess this hero trip took them to the woods like the training camp but without the training cause i dont know what im doing pretend with me)

"Bet you wouldn't say something smart like that to my face."

"Is that what your into mon chéri?"

Aoyama is smirking, Bakugo is blushing his pupils the size of rice and Aoyama is winning it is so much fun to mess with him.

Bakugo grabs him by his frilly white shirt and pushes him against a tree "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," Bakugo growls his tongue sliding across his lower lip like something's delicious. apparently this is what Bakugo is into and Aoyama keeps being right about this boy and his cues.

"I would appreciate if you weren't rough with me." He dares to place the his hand upon the one's grabbing him. It isn't super rough or even Bakugo grade rough, he's holding back cause he knows where the strength level stands between the two of them.

"I'm quite delicate." He's able to loosen Bakugo's fingers, guide them to be somewhere else so he can maneuver his own hands, he places his thumb to Bakugo's chin slightly tilting his head up eyes locked on that mouth that never stops shouting.

"From here it looks like you who wants to kiss me again, was that your plan this whole time?" Asking for it was out of the question so he had to do all this just to get a kiss from a pretty boy in the forest.

"You are so silly darling, you don't have to do that." He shakes his head slowly. Bakugo is under his spell once again and loving it cause he worked his ass off to get right where he wants to be. "Just ask me," Aoyama presses his lips to Bakugo's in a quick kiss.

"I too do not bite." Another one but this one is a little longer.

"Unless you want me to.." He whispers and it makes Bakugo's ears flush, his hands sweat.

Sadly a ruffle in the forest catches them off guard but they are able to make themselves look alive. It's one of their classmates coming to find them cause they need Bakugo to help cook the food.

Bakugo returns to his regular yelling self getting angry about how these extra's can't do anything by themselves.

It's always so close but not enough Aoyama thinks.

Back at the dorms it's been like a week of forest training + camping out, it wasn't bad but Aoyama was missing his hair dryer and actual running water so he was glad to be home.

He finds himself thinking about Bakugo and how all of this wont last long due to him being the traitor and all. He has to make it last cause once he's done with everything there wont be anymore him and Bakugo spending any time together.

Aoyama falls asleep the moment Bakugo is about to come check on him, he peaks in his room to find him sleeping and closes the door quietly.

"Night sparkles." Bakugo thinks to himself behind the door.

They cook breakfast together tomorrow when everyone is asleep. Aoyama is standing beside Bakugo learning the in's and out's about the way Bakugo handles himself in the kitchen, he's very versatile with everything he cooks and with every utensils like some kind of expert chef.

"My my!" He ask leaning towards the other blond. "May i ask where or how you learned how to cook this way?"

Bakugo smirks because his skills are being acknowledged AKA his ego is being stroked.

"My Dad taught me."

"Oh really? Usually it's the mother who teaches, my mama taught me to cook for myself."

"My hag of a mom didn't teach me shit about cooking."

"Oh," Aoyama's features drop a little. "Did i bring up a sore subject?"

"Forget it, just help me with this."

Aoyama helps Bakugo finish up breakfast for everyone.

Later while cooking dinner together Aoyama cuts his finger and Bakugo yells at him.

"Shit Sparkles!" he hurries a paper towel to the bleeding finger.

"Im sorry."

"Be careful when you stick your hands in water full of plates and crap, there could be other shit in there you don't see like that knife." Holding it to his finger Bakugo yells over his shoulder. "WHOEVER PUT A KNIFE IN THE SINK WATER IM GOING TO K I LL YOU"

Aoyama feels blessed to have someone fuss over something as small as a cut like this. He also feels blessed when Bakugo's kissing back both boys in the angers desk chair. Aoyama is sitting in the chair while Bakugo is sitting turned towards him making quick work of his lips. He's become a better kisser to more they do this he expressed he how he didn't know where teeth even go in a kiss when they were studying together but the conversation took a turn and they had to finish up quckly so they could go to Bakugo's room.

Aoyama held Bakugo close, before the hand that was wrapped around his shoulders pushed against his chest.

"What is wrong darling?"

"I-i've had enough. We're done here." Bakugo sits back a little because he knows he's got him and he wont let him fall- This has been happening a lot lately, Bakugo starts to feel weird so he wants to stop, everytime this happens Aoyama never forces him or ask him why he just lets him go and they hang out a little until Aoyama is kicked out in a polite way.

They have been doing this for a while now, Bakugo has found himself doing things he probably shouldn't thinking about his pretty blond boy. Thinking about how that pretty blond boy would do it instead.

Is it normal to fantasize lewd things like this he wondered laying in his bed limbs stretched out.

Aoyama never gave himself the chance because he never planed on being around along enough to receive that kind of attention. It saddens him when one day Bakugo wants to go further than just kissing. He has to decline and say he's had enough the same way Bakugo does.

This confuses Bakugo but he lets it go because maybe they shouldn't be doing this to began with. This makes him think he's just acting like a horny teen with 0 control over his body. They still kiss they still hang out, they still cook nothing is missing from the relationship except a name.

"I think i asked you this before but are you dating Aoyama?" Kirishima ask Bakugo while he's helping him with his math.

"What about it?" he doesn't have to say yes for shitty hair to understand what the answer is.

"That's awesome!" he congratulates.

Kirishima keeps asking little questions everytime he can, like "Do you guys go on dates?"

"Do you get eachother gifts?"

The one question that sticks out to him the most is when he hears Mina talking to the other girls about something stupid and says. "If a guy didn't say he loved me i wouldn't date him. Who wants to date some they don't really love? At least have the balls to say it, GOD"

It gets him thinking.

Does he love Aoyama? Is this just a crush? will it go away? is it going away for Aoyama? he keeps pushing him away when things get intense like Bakugo used to do is he done using him now? Come to think of it he hasn't seen that glitter stain in a few days where the fuck is he anyway?

THE PLOT THICKENS Aoyama keeps reporting to AFO so he's missing alot

Sorry for taking so long to reply, I wanted to read and react properly!!

I'm going to do the reaction thingy cause I thought it was fun the last time let's go <33

LOVE BKDK BEING EACH OTHER'S FIRST KISS, tbh it just makes sense and I love the lil scenario you came up with, but yeah I will let Aoyama have the first REAL kiss

OH HE WAS EXPECTING MORE, LET'S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES BAKUGO

GAY AWAKENINGKJDSJKD everybody shut up Bakugo is having his blue neighboord trilogy by troye sivan moment!! I could see Kirishima being it, but it's more like the crush you only realize you had when you look back into your life and realize you were gay since a long time ago

/his pretty boy/ oh I'm not strong enough for this

oh we going fast here, trust Bakugo to figure his shit out in minuteshksdksd it's soooo him to say "I'm liking you so you better fucking like me back too"

does Aoyama even understand what's going onkjdfjkd he's just going along with it! bkg is such a grandpa like okay we will go to sleep at 9pm

"TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT IF THE WATER IS SAFE TO DRINK" DFKJDFJKFDWHATTHEUFKCKKLJKLSD him asking for care without asking

Aoyama finding out Bakugo is into bratting in the funniest way possible

"You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," BYEJSDLJSDLKJXLKXFLJXLJXLJDFJKKJDF I've read a line like this in a fic once, but it was from kpop BUT OMG THIS SCENE, THE TENSION, THE BUILT UP IM NOT DOING WELL. HE DOESN'T BITE UNLESS HE WANTS TO FUCKKFKFDKJDFKJ

NOT AN INTERRUPTION OH FFS

Love them cooking together, talking, and protective Bakugo (my favorite ao3 tag)

WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T DENY IT AOYAMA WHY WOULDNT YOU TAKE THIS CHANCE [but also I get, I really do, I think it would make it too real, would hurt bkg too much when he leaves, I get it but damn]

Oh the overthinking…. my poor Katsuki he doesn't deserve this, please please make them talk and figure things out :((

I really loved this one, lots of developments for both of them but the ending…. real life interfering in their romance bubble and I fear things will crash soon, there's always a fallout before it can be okay again right…

Really need to say this but I love your writing, when I tell you you had me laughing and screaming out loud in my bedroom im being so for real!!!! thank you for sharing your story with me, I'm looking forward to it <3

[jrueships]

35:10 - 1:15:13 🤧 imma be honest, im lowkey here for the tatman sauce content. it's a bit sad but it's what sad little rarepair crackship enjoyers like me must do to survive 😭

i think im gonna take this 30 at a time and then in the last reblog finally tag up n add some more info idk! We will see where the night takes us!

Tat man just singing away as sauce tries not to cry beneath him 😭 this shit hilarious

Sauce contemplating baldness??? Chat thinks he's going bald or smthing bcs hes been rocking that beanie forever like reeces cup kd. Didn't teach him to stop wearing that beanie sadly 🙄. Sauce wondering if he should go bald and get tats on his head .... id cry

Kyle corrects a chatter's Grammar. Heard does not equal hard

Sauce wanting to show the viewers his face now... starting to groan more frequently now 😣 this shit is heard (hard* -kyle)

I sped forward some bcs the sound kept cutting in n out but he's still on the same side of his neck so idc. Apparently Sauce has not seen All American or hasnt seen it in a while, idk i cant hear over this stupid music 😭. I heard it went downhill on some tubi shit like bmf so it's a lost cause tbh

Feels like watching some boring ass p*rno where they stay in the same position doing much abt nothing 😐. Kiss or smthin 😑 cmon

At 59:36 with some skipping.. sauces beloved 'females' who he let's in his far more beloved sauce world for free are asking kyle to take some pity on the poor sauce. 'Let him take a break...' LOL. He's their knight in shining tat ink.

There's some more stuff that happened way later, Kyle asked who been in chat since he started.. surprisingly some!! The attention span is insane

Ok We're in hour 1 now so just remember that. I'm not gonna write that whole thing out or I'll get confused 😭 im just gonna write the minutes and the seconds, just imagine the 1 in front of it

1:44 Chat: You Muslim Sauce?

SG: no i'm Not 😑😤😑 !

Chat: I was finna ask that 😭 laugh emoji (i am not putting that in my recent section on my phone)

Chat: I thought he was Muslim bc of his name laugh emoji x3 (ahmad) (tbh me too)

Sg: a lot of people think that 😒

Chat sometime later: Sauce leaking (in response to an ask if he was bleeding)

10:39, Sauce getting a bit overwhelmed by the pain. Whines, groans.

Sg: how long you think it's gonna be 😖😭

K: *unintelligible*

Sg: *groans*

11:37: WE RANDOMLY CUT TO SAUCE WATCHING SPED UP TIKTOKS ON HIS PHONE??? He has it facing the screen so we can see like We're inside his mind 😭 is this saucevision? I'm scared 😭😭

Omg. PLOTTWIST??? IT WAS KYLE'S HAND HOLDING THE PHONE AND WATCHING THE WEIRD TIKTOKS THAT WERE AKIN TO AN ELSA GOES TO THE DENTIST APPS LMAO??? Why was he showing us that 😭??????? It's like they're coparenting the chat or something. Gen Z babysitters.

Chat after being shown some weird dentist video of a woman getting her teeth done thanks to kyle????'s phone sharing generosity??: what.

Wth

Is that woo lady?

What did I just see.

Kyle: hahahaa YEAA her teeth were FUCKED up! hahaaa talm bout what did i JUST see hehehehehaha

Sauce enters the room. Apparently he left kyle in the room alone with us so he can get some food I think?? And I guess he told him to entertain the chat (kid) while he was gone by showing us the games he got on his phone (traumatizing tiktok video)

Kyle laughs and shares his very funny moment with sauce about traumatizing the local saucelings, quite amused. Sauce falls to his knees and contemplates whether life is worth it, as he is in pain. He cannot protect the saucelings from tatman and his weird dentist videos. He is too weak.

Chat: I see ur rib cage (?????? J*F D*HMER IN THE CHAT????? SAUCE GET DOWN!!)

Sauce comes back bearing gifts though, he got em both Gatorade then hands Kyle a hot cheetos bag. Then seal for the tat. While checking himself and his tat out on the camera the whole time (shirtless, of course)

He then brags about feeding his tat man lol, such a humanitarian 🥰 empath king

Chat complains about not being offered any

Sg: chat yall want some hot cheetos 🤨? Want some Gatorade?

K: *holds hot cheeto bag up in front of camera/in corner of it* yall want some :] ?

SAUCES LEFT ARM MUSCLE KEEPS TWITCHING FROM THE PAIN???? AND THEN HIS LEFT BOOB STARTS JUMPING UM. WHY ARE WE RIGHT IN THE LINE OF FIRE TO SEE THIS. IM SCARED. That left arm is dancing man, cus he got the neck tat on that side. That's crazy.

Chat: Damn your(e) so hot. I'm a guy

K: aw hell naw they talkin crazy 😳 (inch resting of you to notice that one comment specifically.... hmm.)

OKAY PAUSING AT 1:15:13 RQ. ILL BE BACK

taking lil notes on the sauce getting a tat stream.... will be reblogging with more bcs this video is fucking long as shit plus with me always pausing to write whatever nonsense i find funny? yea, idk if ill be able to get thru this all lmao 😭 but yea this will just be lil blurbs rewritten n commented on as i watch on one device and take notes on another like a lil movie major or smthin LMAO. To shorten typing time, Sauce will be SG and tat man will just be K as his real name is Kyle. ok? ok

SG, impatient & cocky, trying to show out 4 the stream like a little loser: ay cmon bruh im ready 😤!!🤘🏿 *goes to lay down on the jets styled?? tatting bed??? idk what that is i don't get tats.. i just know they probably fucked on it cus sauce winced when he had to sit down LMAO. went from ay bruh im ready to EUAGH 😫!! Eh 😣😖!! in a millisecond LMFAO*

K: *checks himself out on camera for a split second*

K: *very polite to the stream's viewing. Apparently has never streamed or got an audience up close n personal during his tat sessions. Only shows the before and after photos so this is a new but very fun experience for him. aww, so cute <3 sauce getting him to try new things!!!! He's nervous about getting the best angles for us and he's always trying his best to please!! ( he's so service top it's Mad. it's MADDENIN!!! ) Sauce dramatic diva demanding hot n s*x fierce reporter mean fake bitch and his quiet polite and personable yet professionally firm, keeping sauce in line when he needs to fulltime cameraman part time bodyguard when the situation gets unexpectedly (or expectedly. Not everyone has Tat man's insanely loyal patience with sauce...) hostile WHEN??? Slowburn We're just workers/he's just my minion to ........... don't ask why we came out of the same bathroom at the same time STFU ?? HELLO??? TAT MAN!!!*

Chat: cook up kyle

Kyle: !! :] !! yea 😺!! im boutta cook 🥰 (HE KEEPS GETTING SO SWEETLY HYPED UP FROM SAUCES LIL AUDIENCE. IT'S SO CUTE LOL)

1:05 (around there idk none of these time stamps will be any accurate bcs i pause late after realizing smthin was funny then guestimate where it started so sorry :( ): sauce walking his big b00bies up in our face jumpscare :/ . To help Kyle zoom the camera per his chats demands. He lowkey high key very anxious and micromanaging abt kyle using his camera equipment lol. He just loves telling people what to do but also that shit is probably very expensive. But cmon sauce. Kyle the cameraman's got it!!! HE EVEN HAS THE PERFECT CAMERAMAN NAME LIKE?? Let him take care of you bbygirl ..😼

Sauce once again (a bit more gingerly this time) sits himself on his jets style seat thing and let's out a little cry of pain when his ass hits it??? sauce these bttm allegations are BEATING ur ASS lmao????

Kyle does what sauce was about to do for him and sauce kinda :/// >:( 😰😰😠. Sauce try to go five seconds without micromanaging challenge impossible. Complains about chat being able to see his facial expressions being too close up now and how he won't be able to fuck with Kyle no more cus of it cus they'll make shit is weird. Kyle simply responds ' That's love 🙂. '

Sauce goads the chat asking if he should end stream. Kyle at first thinks maybe he isn't cameramanning right and gets a little nervous/sad at disappointing sauce but quickly catches onto the strategy and joins in on the bait. The chat take it with a chorus of Nos. Girlboss sauce malewife Tat man media powercouple ftw?

2:58, K: wait turn ur head a lil bit? *Sauce looks at him* no, other way *sauce looks away, exposing neck to him and pre-ink*

K admires his work. Shows it off to the chat, tells them he's getting them right. Zooms in on sauce's neck

SOMEBODY SAID 'L NIPPLE' IN THE CHAT WHAT???? Chat language is so.... beautiful 😭

'Stop being a lil girl take the pain like a man'????? Yall sure this is twitch and not p*rnhub ??? tf?

Kyle zooms in. Chat: "glad to get the nipple off the page" HELP. my thoughts exactly

Kyle tries hiding sauces face with his zooms bcs he knows sauce was self conscious about his expressions lmao. Chat, instantly, and these are different people too. Everyone is a sadist here apparently. My kinda people 😼: 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE FR' 'HIS FACE BRO WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE' 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE IF HE CRIES'

3:38 Sauce, reading the chat bcs if he doesn't have attention that he can feel for five seconds he explodes and dies: is my face in there ? <- literally just whined about not wanting his face seen bcs he'd get weird comments and ruin his very heterosexual very platonic relationship with tat man. But is now turning his whole tune around for some shred of people pleasing attention omg 🙄 poo fimbly 😑

K: nah they be clownin 😿.. *just wants to protect him*

Sauce agrees a bit then quickly changes subject to compliment himself.

Sauce notices camera needs shifting so he tries but Kyle's on it before he can. Sauce keeps trying anyways until eventually the needles settle him slougish

5:10 chat tells them to zoom out but sauce defends his cameraman: AINT NO ZOOM OUT 😾😾!! HE TRYNA GIVE YOU THE UPCLOSE LOOKS !!

Kyle zooms out anyways

Sauce whines about his nipple lol

Sg: yall weird af 😑 Yall tryna see my nipple or smthin 🤨? *incredulous look to camera*

K: FREE THE NIP!!!!! <- reading off chat, sadly

THE CHAT BULLIED HIM INTO HIDING HIS BOOBS LMAO. He got a blanket 😭 so now he's gonna be with another man... while under a blanket ? um. sauce I think this is pretty lose lose if u ask me .

Kyle wearing those black tattoo gloves gently touching sauces neck.... soft dom and not even trying to hide it 🤨?

Chat: stop moaning 😐

Sauce: my bad bruh 😔

Someone: get the tissues ready (????)

Sg: in da trenches 😼. in da trenches 😼

Someone in chat: sauce do u like when men fuck u? ( 🤔.. it's a fair ask 😳.)

Chat: the right side of my neck hurted the most (average sauce fan iq, im afraid )

Chat: SAUCE BABY START TWERKING

( now im just finding funny chat stuff cus all sauce doing rn is trying to not cry by randomly singing along to the music and kyle is working)

Chat trying to plot lies on kyle by spamming kyle messed up smthin so sauce can get worried lmao

9:40: around there, maybe a bit later, sauce starts groaning and cursing more

Chat: Sauce is it hard

Sauce asks how many people watching bcs u know he looooves an audience. Kyle doesn't know how to check so he has to stop and ask the chat

Kyle: Seven- ..... 776? 800? a thousand? man idk :(. yall play too much >:( yall play too damn much 🙄! ... i fuck with yall tho >:)

Chat trying to gaslight sauce into thinking Kyle's actually tatting a dick on his neck

I've been skipping or doing other stuff during some of the tatting. Sauce got up to try and figure out some twitch function? Mic suppression? idk. He lowkey stalling lol.

Kyle starts asking what the chat been saying around 31:40, curious.

Sauce and Kyle mumble to songs internmentedly lol

33:25 around there kyle raps to a song he rlly likes. Sauce adlibs it's cute

PAUSING THIS AT 35:10. We basically got an hour left in this jawn. YALL WE WATCHED ALOT IM PROUD!!!! OK im leaving this here for now, reblogging l a ter maybe even finishing it idk? I just need this shit sent cus im a lil nervous if it'll even load... this was a lotta work 😭 all for tatman and sauce interactions damn... ion even know this man's last name .. i need to go do strong people things now BYE see yall soon hopefully

[celestiagarden]

College AU!

Characters: Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Gorou, Childe

Note: Yeah i’m just sick of my own college experience rn so imma replace it with a fictional one yEAAHH

Venti

music major. Enough said

he kind of just started in music, and in like his second year he realized “wait without clout I can’t easily make a career out of this”

so now he’s also in a secondary education program as a backup plan but desperately trying to get famous on internet so he doesn’t have to teach

sports?? comitees? no he’s in a music room all day long

and when he isn’t, it’s because he has recital. he’s booked all day long

^^ which means he refuses to do anything school-related when he isn’t supposed to. Aka: the weekend. friday evening, venti is fucking done and ready to get hammered

has perfect pitch, is literally extremely talented in music so usually he gets good grades in theory classes/instrument theory with minimal efforts

once actually sight-read during an audition and actually fucking passed it with an A-. no one knows how he was able to do it

doesn’t fucking know how to cook he lives off ramen or caf food (it’s ok venti my love i’ll bring u my leftovers)

Lives on campus, probably in the normal dorms

Albedo

science, he’s in a science program for sure. 

he probably started in pre-med and then switched to biochem after his first semester

bro he’s so silent, so still, people hardly notices him. boy just attends his class, nods along, takes notes, goes to his labs (the only exception here bc he has to talk to his lab partner) and that’s it.

gets amazing grades. I don’t think his GPA ever goes under 4.0

the type of person who will fucking carry during lab reports just to make sure he gets a good grade. you finished your work? send it to him he’s going to double check it before you hand it over to the lab attendant. it’s a non-negotiable

zero social life. he studies sm. he has so many labs. his schedule is packed. 

also a student who probably hasn’t exactly learned how to cook balanced meals. it’s pasta and canned sauce most nights. he’ll get takeout if he feels fancy

lives off-campus (he doesn’t want to get kicked out at the end of the semester, buddy doesnt have time for all that moving around), he just has a place of his own a few minutes away from campus

Kazuha

literacy major. or like, english major with a minor in philosophy. 

people ask him what are his plans with a degree like that and he just ignores them. in his head, he would rather study something he actually enjoys and struggle with finding a job with the degree later

one thing at a time. Iconic move from Kazuha

gets average grades, but like he doesn’t try extra extra hard. gives an average effort and in exchange receives an average grade

loves those people who write essays about such funny topics but he’s too scared to do one himself

that mario essay with the really funny introduction paragraph? he loves it more than anything

probably lives on campus, in dorms. 

he CAN cook, but why cook when he’s got a perfectly good meal plan for the college caf?

signs up in writing contests every year as long as theres a promise of a scholarship for the winner. other than that he isn’t in a lot of committes or sports. he probably just jogs whenever he feels like it

Zhongli

currently on his doctorate degree in history. he has a double major in history and geography, did his masters in geography and is somehow actually doing a doctorate in history

he was in a track and field team during his bachelors. his best events were probably like, javelin and shot put

in charge of some one or two credit first-year classes. he’s... not the best at teaching

he has the bad habit of assuming students are more informed than they are in reality, which leads to most of his class being lost in the middle of his lecture

but he doesn’t do it on purpose!! he would glady put the students into context if one raised their hand and notified him that they weren’t following!! 

but honestly... would you have the courage to do that? yeah, no one would. not with zhongli as a teacher, optimistically assuming everyone’s up to date and follows. 

is very strict on class itinerary tho. no, he will not push back any due dates for homework or exam dates. His program was thoroughly planned with the students in mind, as well as their workload and he firmly believes that what he asks can be completed in the time given

deadass starts his semester saying “if you are organized, you will pass this class without any problems.” it scares like half of the crowd

lives off-campus (obviously). single btw wink wonk

yeah he’s a fully functioning adult ok this man cooks for himself, cleans for himself, does laundry for himself, what an icon

however, students do get emails with class content or news from him at ungodly hours of the night. Zhongli it’s 1 AM stop grading exams and go to bed ffs

Kaeya

he’s in criminology, wants to get into legal studies after

with how fucking sneaky and cunning he is? that won’t be a problem for him lmaooo

he’s actually rlly smart ok he can keep rlly good grades with less effort than the average person. is also very condescending abt it to his classmates

hates hates hates team work assignments. and people hate working with him for team assignments eheheehehe- 

used to do figure skating in high school but obviously he stopped. might pick up speed skating for funsies if he felt up for it

he comes from a rich family ok this guy doesn’t share his dorm with anyone he probably has a dorm with a full kitchen and bathroom

gets wasted with venti without fail every friday night. 

Gorou

started in kinesiology. but then the reality of college hit him and he switched to P.E. 

that one student that applied and got like three different sports scholarships. yeah, he’s on three different sports team. cross-country, volleyball, rugby. no wonder he couldn’t keep up in kin bro his time management skills are probably awful

lives on campus, in dorms. he tries so hard to keep a balanced diet but his options are kinda limited by whatever food is at the caf, so he ended up having a wholeass stash under his bed. protein bars, gels, you name it. I swear he got a mini fridge too for shakes and snacks

peaked in high school and is now realizing it as a college student

he probably thought college was gonna be so fun!! with lots of parties and chill class schedules and fun varsity games!!

now he’s sitting on his bed with his head on his hands because he has an away volley game on friday and he knows he cant afford to miss another evening class

Childe

let’s get this out of the way first; VARSITY SWIMMER. I stand by this until I die. I could go into heavy detail but I’ll spare you all today

out of all these characters, he’s the most invested in his sport (I know, shocking, he even bests Gorou in this category). with this said, he attends all his morning classes with wet ass hair and he does not fucking care. the whole room smells like chlorine once he settles down

business major. he just chose it bc ppl said it’s relatively easy so it won’t interfere with practice much. plus he “gets to make bank afterwards” (his words not mine)

social butterfly-ish. if he’s not at practice or in class he’s that guy walking in the hallways to see if there’s anything fun to do. if someone has their dorm room open he will walk in and start up a convo

while gorou is out there having the struggle of his life, childe is having quite the opposite and having a jolly grand time 

[drabbles-mc]

Game Night

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Request by @beardburnsupersoldiers: If you are still doing the roommate prompts....maybe number 3 with Angel, EZ, and reader???? Bonus points if all that delicious tension is happening between reader and the Reyes of your choice! (Prompts are from This List btw)

Warnings: language, alcohol, EZ being a sore loser 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was really fun to write! I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic quite like this one before so it was a neat little dynamic. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“You grab beer for tonight?” you had your phone pinned between your ear and your shoulder as you tossed your grocery bags into the back seat of your car.

“I was supposed to grab beer?” EZ chuckled.

“You can’t even try to pull that shit, Memory Boy,” you laughed.

You could hear the smile in his voice, “Yes I grabbed beer.”

“You’re perfect. I think I’m still gonna go to the liquor store though.”

“What for?”

“…liquor?”

You could envision him rolling his eyes at you, forever fed up with your remarks, “I feel like that’s excessive.

“Live a little, Ezekiel,” you joked, “It’s game night.”

It wasn’t long after you had moved in with EZ you started up game night with him and his brother. It was a good way for them to unwind and forget about the stress of the club, and you just genuinely enjoyed their company. It was nice to play host every now and then, even if it was just for one extra person. You and Ezekiel made quite the pair.

You knew how potentially messy it could get, having feelings for your roommate. That’s why you kept your thoughts and emotions to yourself. But you couldn’t deny that there was something about EZ that was really hard to tear yourself away from. There were moments when you could swear that he wanted you too, but they were fleeting and you always ended up writing them off for the sake of your sanity. When EZ wasn’t paying attention, Angel gave you grief about it. He was at least gracious enough to keep his mouth shut in front of his brother, although on more than one occasion he would shoot you a suggestive look, and you would respond with rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

You popped open the door to your apartment, multiple bags hanging from each of your arms. EZ turned and looked over at you from where he was situated by the counter, pulling together food for the three of you to eat later. He laughed as he walked over and offered to take some of the bags from you, but you waved him off.

“I have a very delicate balance here, Ezekiel,” you laughed, “If you take one I’m gonna tip over.”

He laughed as he stepped out of your way, “Got more in the car?”

You gave him a disbelieving look, “You think I was raised to make more than one trip from the car with groceries?” you shook your head as you carefully started sliding bags off your arms onto the floor, “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

He held his hands up in surrender, “My bad. Didn’t mean to insult your honor.”

He helped you put the groceries away before he got back to getting food ready. You made your way to the closet in your room that housed an absurd number of card games and board games. You had always meant to bring Cards Against Humanity to the clubhouse because you felt like it would make for an extremely fun night. You’d have to just put it in EZ’s bags one of these days so it would turn up there on its own.

You heard the sound of your apartment door shutting, and moments after Angel’s voice echoed through the apartment, “What game am I whopping your asses at tonight?”

You laughed loud enough so that he would hear you from the other end of the apartment, “You’re toast, Reyes. You don’t stand a chance.”

He appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, “Stand a chance at what? What’s the game of the night?”

“Wanna do drunk Uno?”

He laughed, “That sounds dangerous.”

“Really? Less than two minutes ago you were saying that you were gonna whoop everyone’s ass tonight. Now you’re backing out?”

“I didn’t say that. Gimme the fucking cards,” he swiped them from you with a laugh before heading back towards the living room.

Plates and beer bottles were scattered on the edges of your coffee table while the three of you took up the center of it with your Uno game. The bottle of tequila rested next to the deck in the center of your table, waiting for one of you to lay down a draw four and make the next person take a shot along with their cards.

Angel had been sitting back and watching you and EZ trying to destroy each other all night. Angel was the king of talking smack, but tonight he was more interested in spurring the two of you on than getting you riled up himself. It was an effective tactic, too, because the amount of tequila he’d had to drink was minimal. Instead, he happily worked his way through a couple beers with little to no interruptions. He was really just waiting for one you two to get enough alcohol in your system to do something about your feelings. He was sick of watching the two of you dance around it.

“Angel shuffles next game,” EZ said with a shake of his head, “There’s no way you fairly ended up with all of those cards.”

“You’re just mad because you hate the taste of tequila,” you teased, “But fine. If it makes you feel better,” you handed the deck over to Angel, “Here you go.”

“Told you he was a sore loser,” Angel chuckled as he shuffled the deck of cards.

“Shut the fuck up,” EZ laughed as he threw a loose bottlecap at his brother.

Despite Angel being the one to shuffle the cards, EZ was looking at another loss. You were kind enough not to say anything, but the look in his eyes as you smiled across the table at him let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You’re about to go 0 for 3, little brother,” Angel laughed as he put a card down.

“Thank you, Angel, I wasn’t aware,” EZ chuckled and shook his head as he looked over the cards in his hands.

You stretched your legs out underneath the coffee table, not realizing that Ezekiel had done the same thing not too long before you. Your foot brushed lightly along the inside of his thigh as you stretched and he instantly jerked his leg, causing his knee to slam into the bottom side of the table. He cursed under his breath and Angel looked completely lost, not having realized what happened.

You, however, were sitting there with a smirk on your face as EZ looked over at you. The look in his eyes gave him away and you could see him make a concentrated effort to take a deep breath.

“Suck it,” Angel completely moved on from the tension between you and EZ as he threw down his last card, “Alright. That’s it. I’m out,” he slowly rose to his feet.

“Leaving already?” you laughed as you looked up at him.

“Already? Listen, querida, you make me take any more shots I won’t be able to ride home. Some of us have shit to do tomorrow. Imma take my win and leave,” he walked over and kissed the top of your head, “Keep whooping his ass for me. It’s good for him.”

He and EZ gave each other a brief hug, EZ not getting off the floor to do so. Angel looked back and forth between the two of you one more time before shaking his head and making his way for the door. Once it shut behind him, you looked back to EZ with a smile.

“Just you and me now, Ezekiel,” you said as you placed a card on top of the one Angel had just laid down.

“Yea, Angel isn’t here to team up on me with you anymore. You’re done for,” he chuckled.

That was the last thing that was said between the two of you for a few turns. You kept looking at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking as if it weren’t already painstakingly obvious.

“Uno,” you said as you got yourself down to one card. You paused, waiting for EZ to get enthralled with making his next card choice, “How’s your knee, by the way?”

He flicked his eyes up to you, “It’s fine.”

“Oh,” you nodded, a smirk on your face, “good.”

He lowered his cards, “What?”

You shook your head, “Just wondering. Sounded like it hurt. Thought it might’ve thrown off your game a little bit.”

He narrowed his eyes at you as he set a card down, “I’ll be alright. Draw four,” he pushed the bottle towards you.

You chuckled as you poured yourself a shot and got back into the game. The two of you were able to drag it on for a while. By the time you were getting towards the end of it, both of you were kneeling, leaning onto the coffee table as you tried to beat each other to the last card. You were down to two cards left, EZ only had four. But you could see him sweating it out, not wanting to have yet another loss for the night.

You laid a card down, chuckling as you said, “Uno.”

He groaned, clearly agonizing over which card he was going to put down next. You bit back a laugh, not wanting him to accuse you of trying to distract him. With a deep sigh he finally picked a card and set it on top of the deck between you. You looked back and forth between that card and the one in your hand multiple times, dragging it out.

Finally, you looked up at him and smile, laying the card down, “Take a shot, Reyes.”

His eyes grew wide as he looked down at the draw four that was staring him in the face. He looked up at you, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Read ‘em and weep,” you laughed as you sat back on the carpet.

“You’re so done,” EZ laughed as he stood up off the floor.

You let out a scream that turned into a laugh as you jumped up off the ground, trying to run to your bedroom and shut the door before EZ could get to you, “Angel’s right, you are a sore loser,” you laughed as you scrambled.

You threw open the door to your bedroom and were about to jump inside when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, his hand landing firmly on your stomach as he pulled you back towards him. You laughed as he spun you around, but your breath quickly got caught in your throat when you realized how close he was to you.

“I won fair and square,” you tried not to let your nerves shine through.

“Fair and square seems like a stretch,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but to focus on the way his fingers pressed into your skin. You swallowed hard, “Why is it more likely that I cheated than me just being better than you at Uno?” you laughed, “What you do want, a consolation prize?”

As soon as you said it, you almost wanted to take it back. Almost. EZ smirked, “What kind of consolation prize?”

You wanted to look anywhere but at him because you could feel what little resolve you had fading away quickly, “What’re you thinking, EZ Reyes?”

He leaned in close so that his lips were practically touching yours, but not quite. You took a deep breath before closing what little distance was left, hands resting on the back of his neck to keep his lips pressed to yours. When it clicked in his brain what was happening, that you wanted the same thing he did, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing your chest flush against his as he kissed you. Your fingers traced along his jawline as his lips moved against yours—it was everything that you had thought it would be and then some.

When you finally took your lips off of his, you both let out quiet chuckles. EZ loosened his hold on your waist slightly, pulling back so he could get a better look at your face.

You smiled at him, “That a good enough consolation prize?”

He laughed, nodding, “I’d say so. I’m willing to forgive you for rigging the deck for that.”

[wing-ed-thing]

Group Project (Shino x Reader x Kisame x Temari)

Request: 

Word Count: 2,282

Tags/Warnings: Language, Alcohol Mention, Gender Neutral Reader @brokennerdalert​ @narahanabi​

Notes: I have never written for Temari before. I think I got her spot on tho. This was actually too fun to write. Enjoy, y’all.

The only time that worked for everyone was 10 o’clock. Which, by the way, sucked ass. At least, that was what Kisame said in the groupchat just ten minutes before you dragged yourself out of your dorm and into the rain. You trudged through the puddles, holding your jacket closed over your body to protect your backpack-encased laptop. Shino had a night lab. The earlier he finished his work the earlier he could leave. Temari had been insistent about that. She had some sort of circle and you remembered Kisame asking her why she couldn’t just skip for the week only to be met with a passive aggressive response. And Kisame himself had hockey practice. Even the sports houses were off campus, only impeding your scheduling efforts.

When you got to the longue, Temari had already set up all of her belongings. She sat herself in a cluster of four shallow armchairs and spread out a flurry of papers on the long coffee table. With the packed schedule that she threw into the chat, you wondered how she got there so quickly. Temari looked up at you with one long, slender brow raised.

“Oh good, at least you’re here.” Unsure, really, of what to make of her backhanded compliment, you sat down in the chair across from her and wordlessly unpacked your laptop.

You never liked general classes. At the end of the day, you worked on a few big, group projects, ultimately learned nothing, and your grade depended on the work ethic of others. You glanced over at Temari. She likely didn’t even have the same major as you. Granted, that was probably the point of the class, but nonetheless, it weighed on your already drooping eyes knowing that you’d have to pour so many late night hours into a project that would amount to nothing.

You pulled up your school account and sifted through your notifications.

“I signed us up for a research question. I thought that censorship in the classroom was an easy and relevant one. I don’t know about you, but I’m not about to get into the intricacies of drones at this time of day.” You couldn’t help but nod. Temari sure pounced on top of things quickly and for that, you were thankful to have received an easy prompt.

“Sounds great,” you mused and the heavy door from the outside to the longue slammed shut. You glanced over your shoulder to find Kisame, still in athletic clothes grinning as he approached.

“Well this is bullshit, isn’t it?” Those were the first words to come out of his mouth and you could practically hear Temari groan in exasperation. Kisame plopped down in the armchair beside you, offering you a wink as he did. “What kinda professor assigns a project on Tuesday only for it to be due Thursday? Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You averted your eyes back to your screen, pretending to sort through your notifications. You hummed in response, too easily flustered and too tired to process. Temari’s fingers flexed over her own keyboard.

“It’s the beginning of the semester. It’s to test out organizational skills and teamwork,” she managed through half-gritted teeth. You looked between your two teammates, wondering what exactly happened between them that made them so hostile to each other. You made a mental note to not get in the way of whatever that was. Kisame scoffed, sitting back in the arm chair and reaching for his own computer.

“I don’t really care what it is and why it is. What I care about is that I’m wasting my Wednesday night…”

“Ah, yes, Wednesday night,” Temari repeated mockingly, “Because I know that I like getting plastered in the middle of the week.” Kisame leaned towards you on his left arm cushion.

“Soy Sauce over there is just sore that her brother picked a fight with one of my boys and lost. Sasori’s a short guy too, you should link with us sometime.” You heard Temari scoff.

“Yeah, like Kankuro would lose to any of the thugs you hang around—”

“Who are you calling a thug?” Temari met Kisame’s pointed glare. Even so, he sank farther into his seat, lifting one ankle to rest on his knee. “Though, I think it says something that you knew exactly what I was talking about—” He punctuated every word with a smug swing of his head before Shino walked in.

“Nice to see that things are lively in here.” He made his way across the lounge before plopping down next to Temari. A white piece of cloth hung out from his backpack, something that Temari didn’t miss as Shino prepared his materials.

“That’s a hazard.” She bit the inside of her lip.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s been grumpy since before you came here,” Kisame quickly explained, much to Temari’s disdain.

Looking across from you, you almost wished that you had just been paired up with Shino. You didn’t know him that well, but he seemed smart, capable and overall, quiet. Temari had drive, but her approach felt intense. Meanwhile, Kisame seemed like he couldn’t care less about the project. Or perhaps, it was more that he couldn’t care less about Temari.

“So the paper,” you began out of sheer nervousness. “And the presentation…” The three sets of eyes turned to you. You glanced at the clock. You had already wasted more than a half hour.

“Let’s be real here, a five page research paper is nothing,” Temari said, also crossing her legs. “It’s the presentation that we should worry about.” Kisame let out a breath.

“Well, here I was about to say the opposite.” He turned his neck to the side and you heard a few audible cracks. “What about we split it up if the paper is so easy for you?”

“I’m not just doing the paper by myself. Besides, I’d need to find sources and by the time I’ve found sources and written everything up, I’ll have done most of the work.” Temari wrinkled her nose at your partner next to you. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what you were banking on.”

“Here.” Shino’s low voice broke through the room. With one exaggerated click on his keyboard he looked up at the three of you. “I just put a list of sources in the shared doc. There’s ten of them which should be more than enough. I pulled a few articles and a few academic papers which should meet the criteria from the rubric.”

Temari blinked down at her computer, furiously switching tabs. Her lips formed a round ‘o’ shape.

“Nice work, Shino,” you praised only to receive a shy nod. “I think if we take an anti-censorship stance, it’ll make out work easier given the time that we have to finish. Maybe Temari, you can start the paper and I can start the slides.”

“I can help you with that,” Kisame offered and you typed his email into the share box.

“I’ll help Temari with the paper,” Shino said with another nod.

“Start with the counterarguments. I’ll work from the top, you work from the bottom.” Temari gestured widely to Shino’s screen and you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you’ll be able to get all of this done after all.

Time flew during the late hours of the night. You didn’t know what it was about the nighttime that made time feel quicker than usual. Soon enough, the clock struck one. Temari plucked ferociously at her laptop and it surprised you that Kisame hadn’t asked her what she was punishing her keyboard for. Shino, on the other hand, liked to stand. About an hour ago, he had stood up from his seat, and with one foot on the low level of the coffee table, kept at writing his part of the paper. Temari and Shino didn’t speak much. Rather, their side of the table mostly sounded of clicking.

Meanwhile, you and Kisame were having a great time. He made you laugh much to Temari’s annoyance, but knowing that you were getting your parts done, she didn’t comment. Despite his outward physique, Kisame had a sense of style when it came to design and organization. You flew through fonts and images quickly and by the time you had cleared the first few slides, even you were impressed by how professional it looked. The clock read two o’clock.

“This was your conclusion, right?” You turned your screen in your hands to face Temari. She squinted over and her eyes lit up.

“Actually, that’s a way better wording. Imma just steal that…” She clicked some more. “That’s some great work.”

“It was actually all Kisame.” And to your surprise, he didn’t gloat. Instead, he remained eerily focused. Temari glanced at him before glancing away.

“Like I said, great work…” she muttered.

“We’re almost done with the slides,” you announced, “Do you guys need help with the paper?” Shino shook his head. You found that he preferred non-verbal answers.

“We’re wrapping up over here, too,” Temari answered.

“Good, because I’m fuckin’ starving.”

And with the one mention of food, you all looked up at each other.

***

There was only one place open this late at night and it was one block away from campus. Fast Food, of course, but no one in your group complained. The dining halls were closed and most of you didn’t keep your rolling pantries stocked with anything worth eating at two in the morning, so you packed up your things.

It felt odd walking down the road with this group of people. You chattered amongst yourselves about anything other than your assignment.

“Me? I’m a biology major. I want to study beetles but I have to get my undergrad before I can do anything really specific.” By far, Shino had to be the most interesting of you all. You made your way off of campus, the restaurant in your sight. And as the walk continued, so did your conversation.

“I’ve wanted to try the new place that they opened up by admissions but they’re always closed when I try to go.” Temari pouted and you crossed the street together. You wondered if spending four straight hours having to communicate with any three people could make talking to them this easy.

“Marine biology?” You stared up at Kisame. “I don’t think I would have guessed.” He let out a hearty laugh that sent a few birds flying.

“Oh yeah, they have us go out of labs for the whole day. And when I say the whole day, I mean the whole day. I’ve always loved the ocean, but I think I’d have to transfer if I had to wake up at seven and come back at eight for more than one day a week.” Kisame reached for the handle, only for it not to budge in his grip. He tried again.

“Are they closed?” you asked, getting slightly agitated at the prospect.

“No.” Shino cupped his hands around his eyes as he stared through the window. “Wet floor signs are out. This must be the time that they clean the dining room.” Shino hardly had to finish his sentence before Kisame was already on his way to the drive thru.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Temari yelled after him as she jogged to catch up. “You can’t just walk through the drive thru.”

“Sure you can.” Kisame stood directly in front of the speaker with his hands in his pockets. “There are no cars around and even if there were, they’d have to take our order to get us out of the way… Hello?” The speaker crackled and Kisame shot a pointed look at the rest of you before moting for you to come closer to order.

“What can I get you?” the apathetic worker droned.

“Can I get a number nine?” Kisame started.

“Oh me too,” you whispered to him, not entirely sure why you spoke with such a hushed tone. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“Make that two number nines? One large—” He stepped back to let Temari come up to the speaker.

“May I please get a number six with extra sauce, please? And, uh, a number seven too, please.” Like Kisame before her, Temari stepped to allow Shino to talk.

“Two number forty-fives, one with cheese and a large soda.”

With nowhere else to sit, you claimed a spot in the empty parking lot. Temari ended up paying. You put up a fight, but she insisted. You were secretly convinced that she was loaded anyway.

“You two got a lot of food.” Kisame handed you your fillet burger. Temari hummed, taking one of her backs and folded it behind her.

“One’s for my boyfriend,” she said, and before Kisame could get out a snarky comment about how Temari could ever land a boyfriend, Shino answered,

“I just usually eat all at once. Can’t usually grab dinner while doing night labs.” You all grimaced to yourselves. You knew the feeling of skipping meals because of your schedules.

You looked out at the city. Your school sat on a hill just outside of the twinkling lights. You found comfort in the blinking that came from below and your surroundings made the atmosphere feel completely still.

“You know, if we have a choice, we should just stick together for the rest of the semester.” Shino’s monotone voice cut through the air. You turned to the rest of them. Temari shrugged.

“It’s less of a gamble since we know each other, I suppose. I know that most of you won’t mess up our assignments…” You and Kisame nodded along, both stuffing your faces with french fries.

The decision was unanimous.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: 

Shino’s lab coat was in with his regular supplies which is technically a hazard when working in chem and bio labs since lab coats should be sealed. 

Not all fast-food places well take your order without a car, but if you block the line they’ll give in (that’s what I did). Don’t blame me if you get arrested for doing that though. 

"I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."– Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris

[fleabaged]

Ranking Phoebe Waller-Bridge Characters from Least Feral and Morally Unhinged to Most Feral and Morally Unhinged.

7. Lulu Crashing 

Literally what is stopping this straight white couple from being together their whole life? Lit’rally nothing. There is no conflict. oh no i have this sexy best friend and we play little ukelele tunes for each other having sex would totally, what, ruin this once in a lifetime dynamic?? oh for fuck’s sake. Even his own fiance is waiting anxiously for these two to bang like-

0/10 not Feral OR Morally Unhinged

6. Godmother Fleabag

DEFINITLEY Feral but is too rooted in society’s expectations to truly become morally unhinged. Not sneaky at all, although, major props for being openly horny for the men around her right in front of her own mans. WOULD attend her sexhibition, would NOT attend her wedding.

4/10 Feral, but needs work on Morally Unhinged

5. Carolyn Killing Eve

DEFINTILEY Morally Unhinged but is so put together she’d rather die than be seen as feral. Has a rotating list of lovers, could give a fuck about her kid, and literally spotted some homoerotic tension between her employee and a notorious assassian and was like “checkmate imma use this sapphic situation to spin these bitches and manipulate them into doing my dirty, dirty bidding- just another day at the job.” smokes a fat blunt afterwards to celebrate, too.

5/10 maxed out on Morally Unhinged, will get more points when she finally loses her cool and becomes fully Feral

4. Fleabag Fleabag

now HERE’S some LEGITIMATE HETEROSEXUAL CONFLICT!!!! fleabag’s after a priest!! this is an ACtUAL reason why this straight white duo can’t immediatley be together!! she wants what she can’t have!! a little sexual church tension!! pure sexiness! phoebe knew what she was doing when she cast a humble gay man to play this role- who else could bring such gentleness to the screen!!! KNEEL, BITCH!!!!!! i’ll never get over it.

6/10 fleabag grows as a character but will never lose her edge :’)

3. Villanelle Killing Eve

you’re a fool if you thought she’d come in first. she’s just trying to do her job well! At her core she’s simply a sad lonely gay pisces. gets extra feral points for her little sex & killing stirring the same feelings inside her. Kills for now, but Dream Job is being a stay at home trophy wife who cooks and shops for her wife.

8/10 feral & morally unhinged on the surface but peel back some layers and there’s only unbearable tenderness

2. Eve Killing Eve

ALMOST a first place win for eve. Job? Fuck that. Husband? Fuck that. This bitch is OUT of control!!! she HIRES villanelle even though she has ALL of the resources of MI6 at her fingertips. doesn’t even think TWICE when her boss lets her do it immediatley. not for one second does she pause in think “it’s odd carolyn is letting me do all this could i possibly be being manipulated right now?” HELL NO!!!! she’s completely lost in the sauce. ALSO has mad sex game . bangs her 26 year old co-worker while listening to 26 year old love interest via an earpiece. willing to die for pussy.

9/10 PEAK character development of releasing your inner Feralness and becoming fully unhinged- ladies take note!!!

1. Claire Fleabag

said “let’s go fucking crazy tonight” with such conviction and chaotic energy that it rearranged the chemicals in my brain and i asceneded to become a different person whose third eye was finally open. leaves her husband for a man named klare

10/10 it’s her world and were just living in it

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Okay but now that Mipha has reeled Link in, what if she needs to consult her wingman/bff Kohga for sex tips??

One, fuck you for saying 'reeled him in', thats hilarious. Two, this can only end in total disaster. Let's go!

“Ah, don’t act like we didn’t catch that, you little guppy you!”

Kohga had invited Mipha over for their weekly tea, and she was escorted by none other than Link. Knight who wielded the Master sword, silent hero, and Mipha’s boyfriend. As in, hand holding, snack sharing, and as he just saw, smooching basis. Mipha covered the lower half of her face, blushing up quite the storm as she walked into their base. Kohga nudged her shoulder as he walked her inside, practically giddy to see his little fishy so happy.

“It’s n-nothing! Really it wasn’t!”

“He planted a big, fat smooch, right on your fishy face! I saw it! Sooga saw it too, right?”

Sooga, as ever, clung to his Master’s hip. He nodded.

“Plus your lipstick is just a pinch smudged, your highness.”

Mipha checked her lipstick, as if she was caught doing something so lewd. Kohga pulled her chair out for her once they sat down at the dining table, chuckling as he took his own seat.

“I remember MY first boyfriend. I was no worse than you were. All giddy and excited. Though, my first boyfriend wasn’t as cute as yours, so hats off.”

Kohga motioned for one of the blade masters to bring over their tea and afternoon crepes. Her favorite dessert, made from fresh whipped cream, wildberries, and some fleet lotus seed sauce to top it all off. She nodded in thanks, ever the polite thing.

“Well, thank you, Kohga. It’s very sweet of you, helping me talk to Link. I think I’d stil be pining, if not for you.”

Kohga waved his hand, taking a sip of his tea.

“Eh, you would’ve gotten him eventually. You’re a cute little thing, he’d have to be blind. Or gay. Kinda thought it’d be the second one if anything, but hey.”

Mipha chuckled at that, helping herself to a bite of the crepe. He could tell she loved his cooking, given the way her eyes just seemed to light up. Kohga honestly and truly loved seeing her so happy. Though, he could sense she was...distracted. He took another sip of his drink.

“Alright, what’s eating you?”

“Pardon?”

“Something’s on your mind. Talk to me. Is it Zelda? I can take care of her.”

Mipha shook her head wildly.

“No! No no no, it’s not worth killing her over!”

Kohga held his hands up a bit in defense.

“I MEANT setting her up with a date. Jeez, murder isn’t the FIRST thing I go to. Even though I do it with style, don’t I Sooga?”

“Yes, Master Kohga.”

Mipha sighed in relief.

“Oh, good. Well, no, it’s not Zelda. We’ve talked about this, and she said she was happy for us. Even though she looked saddened, I can tell her feelings are true and sincere.”

“So...what’s the problem, then?”

Mipha held onto her tail fin, hiding her face in it. Whatever it was, it was clearly something embarrassing. Kohga motioned for her to get on with it, and she groaned a bit.

“Well...Link and I...are planning to...uhm…”

“Make love?”

Sooga interjected. Mipha nodded, practically burning up in her seat. Kohga threw his head back in laughter, smacking the table.

“Seriously?! Thought you guys were gonna be total prudes and WAIT! I fail to see a problem. Is it your dad? He seems like a real ‘wed before bed’ kinda guy.”

Mipha shook her head.

“While father does think like that, it is not his body he is offering. It is mine.”

Kohga nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his tea. His own dad was kinda like that, not that Kohga ever cared.

“Good on you! Proud of you, lil’ Princess. Though, the problem is what exactly?”

Mipha fumbled with her hands, before forcing herself to come out with it.

“I’ve never...done that before. I’ve only ever kissed one other man before, and that was one time. I’m...worried I won’t please him. So, since you and Sooga are very comfortable with one another, I was wondering...if you’d have advice for my first time?”

Kohga sat there for a second, deep in thought. Sure he acted goofy here and there, but Mipha was trusting him with something HUGE. The first time was one you don’t forget, ESPECIALLY when it was someone you really, really liked. In Kohga’s opinion, the vibe of the first time could make or break a relationship. She was coming to HIM for this, and it wasn’t something he was going to take lightly. He polished off his tea, before nodding at her.

“Okay. First things first, stuff you gotta tell ANYONE for their first time. You know, don’t get pressured into anything you don’t want. Don’t expect something wild and perfect, you guys are BOTH learning and exploring. And have fun with it! It’s supposed to be a fun thing, so it’s okay to laugh, to mess up, to just do things wrong. Long as it’s comfortable for you.”

While his words were true, he could tell Mipha was expecting way more. He probably just recycled some stuff she’d heard from ANYONE on this subject. He looked around, as if he didn’t want to be caught telling her some kind of secret.

“But...if you want something more...helpful than that, I can give you a little tip.”

Mipha’s eyes lit up in interest. Kohga motioned for Sooga to sit down next to him.

“Put your hair down for me, imma show her something.”

Sooga looked puzzled, as well as Mipha, but he obeyed, untying his hair, and lightly shaking it to help it settle. Mipha was clearly a bit surprised by seeing his hair down, as it wasn’t a common thing for a yiga to do, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Okay, so I know Link’s type, completely. He’s the strong, silent pretty boy. I can tell he likes his hair played with by just that alone, but have you SEEN all the way he styles it? This is a trick he’s gonna love, guaranteed. Now, flat hand,you’re gonna run your fingers through his scalp, like so.”

“Master Kohga, I don’t think it’s app-”

The second he felt Kohga’s fingers run through his scalp, he silenced himself.

“Then you make a fist. Don’t YANK, but have a little bit of ‘oomph’ in your pull. Watch.”

Kohga ran his fingers through his scalp again, before grabbing a good chunk of his hair, and pulling it back, making Sooga’s head fall back. Sooga’s fingers gripped the chair below him.

“See? Sooga here loves that shit. Don’t be afraid to get a nice handful, really shrunch up some of that pretty hair. Now this is something SOOGA likes, but you should test it out on Link, I’m pretty sure he’s just as much of a slut as Sooga is.”

Sooga was about to retort against such a claim, when Kohga moved his mask up, just enough for his lips, and started to nibble at his ear. His teeth ran along his earlobe, slowly and steadily. It made Sooga visibly squirm in his seat, and had Mipha not been staring at them, aghast, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from moaning. It was so slow, so careful, so FIRM. He never wanted Kohga to stop. He pulled away however, finally letting go of his hair. Kohga put his mask back down, shrugging.

“Pair that up with some neck nibbles too, I can pretty much guarantee he’ll be fawning over you. That’s my advice. Okay, you can go now Sooga.”

“I...uhm...think I need to stay sitting down, for just a moment.”

“God, you’re easy.”

Kohga rolled his eyes. Mipha could only gawk as the man next to him sat there, legs closed, and mask into his shaky palm. Mipha opened her mouth to speak, but found her words unable to escape. Kohga chuckled, shaking his head.

“I know how to treat boys. You gotta have a nice, firm hand. In every case. Either way, you got it, Mipha. He clearly likes you for you. Right Sooga?”

Sooga gave a meek nod, still lost in the sensation of his hair in his master’s clutches. 

Suffice to say, Link was in for quite the surprise.

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Everything is Nothing without Her

So imma lose power soon and I wanted to post something before that so that where this came from. May or may not do a second, depends on demand. Hope you enjoy.

The Master: Master List

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He had it all. Everything he’d ever been promised and wanted. He ruled the world, his mother helping him and keeping him on track, his grandfather was actually proud of him. He had it all, but he lost everything. He had become everything his mother had promised. He was, as his grandfather said, the perfect vessel.

That didn’t mean he doesn’t break.

Every night he falls asleep, tears threatening to be shed. Every night he wished he could hold her. 

He wished he could wake up to his annoying brothers and Alfred’s calming presence, back before he was taken back. 

Now, he’s always alone besides when he was making decisions about the fate over those around him. There is another thing he does alone, but that’s because he doesn’t want them to know, he sends out his best men to find her. He may have the world but he doesn’t have his world.

One day two years after he started his rule, he was informed that they had found her. They were under strict instruction not to intercept. He immediately made plans, packed his bag, and left it all behind. When he got to her town, he dropped his stuff off at his hotel and found her apartment. She answered the door with a smile and a child on her hip, the smile fell when she saw it was him.

“You have some nerve,” Marinette said, poking his chest. He stood, stunned she looked as beautiful as the day she walked out, her-- their child-- was beautiful. Her hair long, her face glowing, looking as strong as ever. “You made your choice! That choice didn’t include me.” She finished, turning her back on him. 

“I wanted the best life for us!”

“No, you were caught in the past, you were going down I path I couldn’t follow,” Marinette said, sniffling. He hugged her from behind, he got elbowed.

“Please Marinette, at least tell me about him, is he our child?”

“Does it matter if he is? Will that change anything?”

“I’ve wanted to change everything.”

“Well, actions speak louder than words,” Marinette said, rubbing the baby boy’s back. “I have to put him down for a nap,” Marinette said, walking down the hall. “Please, for me, leave before I’m back.”

“I want to talk! Please Marinette, Angel!” Damian pleads, following her.

“I’m doing what’s best for me and my child,” Marinette said, closing the nursery door in his face. He sighed, went back to the kitchen, he wrote a note.

Dear Angel,

I know I have no right to call you that, but damn it hurts so much to know that I can’t call you that. I want to prove myself to you and him, I don’t care if he’s not, just let me be part of his life. Marinette, I want you to know, I know how it feels to have the world, but I don’t want the world. You are my world and that’s all I need.

I never stopped loving you,

Damian.

P.S. check the news.

She still loved him, no matter how much it had hurt to be alone and to lose him, she couldn’t stop herself. That’s why she ran away, she hid, and why she sent him away. His path was one that she couldn’t bear to follow, especially with her son. She knew if he was around she may not be able to stop herself from making a rash decision, but she did let one stray tear fall as she read his letter. She did as he said and turned on the news.

“Today in international news, Damian Al Ghul stepped down as ruler. He exploded the capital, his grandfather, Ra Al Ghul, and his mother, Talia Al Ghul, found dead on the scene. He left with a preset audio message to post.” The anchor says, shuffling papers. “And now for his message.”

“People of Earth, I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. I was misled by Talia and Ra, but I do not put the blame fully on them because I had support when this all started. She was my world, and I wasn’t able to see that she was enough. I’m stepping down as of now and forever, I apologize for the terror I’ve caused the last two years.”

“And there you have it folks, as romantic as this is. If you see the former leader call the authorities but for today, celebrate our new found freedom and the road,” The news anchor said before switching topics. 

Marinette sat in silence, until an hour later when she heard her son, Oliver, crying. She scrambled to grab him. “Hi, sweetie, Mama is here baby boy,” Marinette said, picking him up. She held him to her chest and sways back and forth.

It wasn’t until a week later she saw him again. She was in the park with her son when she noticed him entering. She tore her eyes away from his direction, hoping that he wouldn’t approach her or even notice her. But luck wasn’t with her.

Ten minutes after he entered, Oliver was getting fussy so she decided to take him home for lunch. He saw her as she walked by and stood up, putting his sketchbook away.

“I’m making spaghetti for lunch if you want to join us,” Marinette called over her shoulder, Damian stood, shocked.

“Umm I would love to,” Damian said, catching up with her. They walked in a tense silence Oliver’s babbling filled the silence.

As soon as she entered the apartment she filled a pot with water and put it on the stove.

“You haven’t told me his name or if he’s mine,” Damian says, sitting on a stool at the island.

“Nope, you have to answer my questions first,” Marinette said, walking into the living room which is an open connection to the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of toys out for Oliver. “Was any of it real?” “What do you mean?”

“What we had, was that even real or was it because I was Ladybug?” Marinette questioned, he still sat at the island, she stood on the other side, the stove behind her, and a sight still on Oliver.

“How could you even ask that?” Damian said, looking up at her, hurt visibly in his eyes.

“Because Ra put a bounty on my head, not too long after you left,” Marinette deadpanned.

“My original intent of approaching you wasn’t good, but a weel after knowing you, I couldn’t go through with the plan,” Damian said, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why’d you even do this? How’d it happen?” Marinette asked, turning her back to him to put the spaghetti boiling water.

“I was sent to live my father for a couple of months when I was younger, but during one of Talia’s attacks, I was taken back. Not too long after that, I died but was resurrected in the Lazarus pit which brought me pit madness. I was sent to Paris a couple of months later, totally forgetting about everything that had happened with my father. I was sent to Paris, and we all know how that went. When I didn’t deliver on schedule grandfather, I tried to explain to you what was happening, but as soon as you heard his plan you left.”

“Ok, you approached me, telling me that you loved me but you had to leave because of your grandfather’s crazy plan to take over the world,” Marinette pointed out. “Honestly I thought I slept with a crazy guy until you came up on the news. I kind of freaked out and left, besides you know, the only other person who knows where I am is Adrien, and maybe those men you sent to find me.” She finished before cursing under her breath. “Baby boy, come here time for numma numms.” Oliver perked up and ran over, she picked him up gave him a kiss and put him in his seat.

“Can I ask you questions now?” Damian asked, looking at the raven-haired boy, his green eye sparkling beautifully looking at his plate of food. 

“Sure shoot,” She says, placing food in front of him.

“What his name?”

“Sweetie, can you tell your dad your name?” 

“Ollie!” he said, picking up a handful of spaghetti, 

“I’m his father?” Damian said, now really looking at the boy. 

“Damian I might have been a bit pissed at you, it didn’t mean I stopped loving you,” Marinette said. “But you have to prove yourself to us before you even consider being in our lives,” she finished sternly. “You also have to get through Adrien.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since he found out I was pregnant he’s been there helping me through everything. He took over guardian for me so I could focus on Oliver,” Marinette explained. “He thinks of Adrien as an Uncle and I won’t hesitate to choose him over you because he’s apart of Oliver’s life and because of how much helps he’s been to me. We have family dinner every Sunday, either in Paris or here depending on Oliver.”

“Marinette, I would do anything to be part of your and Oliver’s lives. Heck, I gave up the world domination,” Damian pointed out.

“Well then, tomorrow, you can join us for family dinner,” Marinette said, standing before taking the plates. 

“I would love to,” he responds as Marinette picks Oliver up. “May I hold him?”

“Sure… ummm I have to go get a washcloth and shirt for him anyways. Just watch out or you’ll have sauce everywhere by the time I get back,” Marinette said, handing him Oliver before disappearing down the hall. 

“Hi Ollie, I’m your dad,” Damian, believe it or not, cooed. Oliver put his sauce-covered hands all over Damian’s face.

“Told you so,” Marinette reappeared, holding a wet washcloth and a clean shirt. “Come here, baby boy.” She said holding out her arms. 

She stood him up on the island as she cleaned his shirt. “Arms up!” she said, him doing as she said. She blew a raspberry on his stomach, making Oliver laugh. His laugh was adorably beautiful. He loved seeing Marinette and Oliver interact with each other, it was just so pure and beautiful. She finished pulling off the dirty shirt and put on the new one. “All set Ollie, you can play for a bit.” Marinette said, placing him on the ground before turning to look back at Damian. “You have a bit of sauce here.” She said, pointing at her cheek.

“Here?” he responded, wiping his face.

“No, let me,” Marinette said, picking back up the washcloth. She approached him and wiped the sauce (and totally not cliche) it felt like time slowed down for a minute it was just the two of them looking into each other’s eyes. Marinette goes up onto her tiptoes he leans down and as they were about to kiss. They were interrupted.

“Mama! Play cars?” Oliver asked, snapping them back to reality, oblivious to what was happening.

“Oh.. umm.. Of course, let’s go Ollie,” Marinette stuttered, a blush present on her cheeks.

“I should be going,” Damian said quickly, still flustered. “Just let me know what time dinner will be.”

“Um ok. Bye Damian!” Marinette said, looking at the, now closed, door. “Damn there I go, falling all over again.”

“Damn,” Oliver mimics.

“Heck.”

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my sister was roleplaying in roblox earlier with a friend and she kept saying “just pretend” “Imma do this but you don’t know that” “imma be sitting on top of the pizzeria”. Idk, but quarantine is getting to me.

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Pizza and Beer pt. 2

Honestly I love happy fics. Okay these don't have a plot so don't attack me-

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The speeder stopping hadn't affected Rex. Partially through the ride, his head started to hurt again and he'd become numb, silent. Anakin hadn't noticed until now, Rex hadn't moved, staring straight forward. "Hey Rexster?" Taking off the helmet, Anakin sat down and looked into Rex's eyes, "Hey, we're here, come on, let's go inside and patch up your head." He said softly, waiting to see if he'd react. He knew Rex had heard him, but part of him didn't react.

"We're here?" Rex mumbled at last, slowly turning his head to meet Anakin's gaze. "Can we patch up my chin now?" He asked. Anakin smiled in relief before nodded. He took the pizza before watching Rex. How hard had he fallen?

"Yeah, come on," Anakin said again as they walked up to Padme's apartment. Anakin unlocked the door, "honey! I brought a stray home!" He announced as he closed the door, locking it then walking with Rex to the kitchen.

"Oh Anakin!" Padme called back, "Another one?!" She exclaimed as she shuffled into the kitchen and was surprised. "Oh- Rex, oh, what happened to your chin?" She walked to Anakin and gave him a kiss before opening a cabinet to grab a first aid kit. "Come, Rex, let's catch up." She smiled.

Rex looked to Anakin who gave him a nod. Rex then trudged after her, "Don't you wear tiaras to sleep?" Rex asked. Padme turned and had a lingering smile of confusion on her face. "I like your sleeping tiaras, Anakin makes them sound super cool." He continued. Padme then realized he was either drunk or groggy or both.

"Do you want to wear one?" She asked with a small laugh. She lead Rex to the bathroom, "Go ahead and sit down," setting down the first aid kit she looked for a suture kit and something to clean the wound. Whatever she couldn't find, she found in a bathroom cabinet.

"Can I wear one?" He asked as he looked around the bathroom, "Why is your bathroom so big?" He rambled before Padme walked over.

"Yes, you can wear one," she smiled, drying off her hands and grabbing a cloth and Alright, this is gonna hurt, but we got to clean your chin before I stitch it up," she spoke, beginning to clean his face. "Then we're gonna numb your face, then I'll stitch your face up and I'll put a bacta patch on and Anakin and I will check your wound later." She told him, but she then realized he was too lost in his head to have retained anything she had said. Rex knew not to talk, so he just closed his eyes and tried to remember why he was here. "Anakin!" She called.

"Yeah babe?" Anakin called back before appearing in the doorway with pizza, "Watcha need?" He asked, taking a bite. He looked at Rex then back at Padme, who mouthed something that he seemed to understand, to which Anakin replied in the same manner "I needed a friend." He'd mouthed. Padme rolled her eyes.

"Alright Rex, I'm putting on the bacta patch," placing it down she then snapped the kit closed, tossed the trash and went to wash her hands. "Anakin, go get Rex a tiara."

"A what?"

"One of my night tiaras," Padme stated again. "He wanted to wear one, I presume his cut face is because of you, so he gets to wear one, you can wear on too, but he gets first pick." Padme dried off her hands, "I'm gonna go get food," she whispered before 'running' to the kitchen.

"I don't wanna wear a tiara," Anakin mumbled grumpily as he shuffled to the tiara case and opened it. "Okay maybe I do- Rex!" He exclaimed, "Pick one so I can," taking another bite of his pizza, Anakin watched Rex come over to the stand and then just stare at them.

"Those are so pretty-" his eyes went wide as he studied each tiara, all of which were as breathtaking as the rest of her apartment. He reached out and grabbed a silver one, diamonds and sapphires embedded. "Fancy smancy" putting it on, he felt pretty cool. "Why am I here again, sir?" Rex turned to Anakin who'd grabbed a golden tiara.

"Cause I needed someone who isn't as smart as Padme, she has a fully functioning brain and I can't process all that genius. Also I was lonely cause she was ignoring me." He added, voice going quiet at the end. Rex nodded as he started to walk down the hall to the kitchen. Anakin followed him, watching the man dig through the fridge.

"I think I need a Kix, it might be you but my head hasn't stopped spinning." Rex grabbed a jello cup then went to grab a spoon. This wasn't the first time Anakin had dragged him to his house and it probably won't be the last. So Padme always had jello for him. "I hit my head- but you do give me really bad headaches, like really really-"

"Okay, I get it." Anakin snapped as he grabbed another slice. "Wanna go watch bad TV?" He asked, grabbing the pack of beers. Rex shrugged, opening the jello cup and downing the whole thing right there. The two made it to the main room, both plopping down on the couch. "Hydrate." Anakin tossed him a beer as he turned on the TV.

Rex opened the beer and also downed the whole thing right there. "I don't think alcohol is good for hydrating." He said, grabbing another one. "Or anything really." He mumbled as he took a drink.

Anakin was flipping through channels, half ignoring Rex, "You know what isn't good for hydrating? Thinking." Anakin replied as he tossed the remote after settling for a reality TV show. "Padme thinks and then she gets stressed and then bam! She's dehydrated." Anakin looked around, "Wait- where'd she go?"

Rex looked around before putting his hands to his bandaged chin, "She was bandaging my chin, then she said she went to go get food-"

"Padme!" Anakin got up, walking over to the kitchen, "Where are you?" He called, walking into the bathroom then their bedroom, guest room, and every other room. "I lost my wife." Anakin said to Rex, who quite literally looked like a lump.

"Did you forget to cherish her?" Anakin stared at Rex for a solid minute until they heard the door open. Both men jumped to their feet and got ready to fight. But when they got to the door, there was Padme.

"Ani, I was on the phone." She stated, annoyance in her voice, "Bail wants to work on our speeches together so I'm heading over, will you and Rex be okay here?" She asked, walking towards her office closet to grab a bag before putting her work in it.

"Oh, uh, yeah we'll be fine, honey." Anakin shook his head, "Be careful, and com me when you get there, actually, I'll just take you, I don't want you going out alone when it's so late" Anakin stated as he grabbed the keys to the speeder off its hook. Padme had gotten her bag packed and was putting on a night coat.

"Alright, are we leaving Rex here? The speeder only fits two people." She asked as she left the room and heading towards the door. Anakin hadn't replied right away, he went to check on Rex, and when he did, he saw the man buried in throw pillows.

"Yeah, he'll be fine." He said at last, "Rex, imma go drop Padme off at Bail's then I'll be back" he called. The Captain didn't answer. Padme raised an eyebrow but Anakin wasn't entirely surprised, "He's lost in the sauce," Anakin said again as he opened the door for Padme.

She grabbed her tiara off his head, "Honey, what does that even mean?" She asked. She presumed he met the pizza sauce, for the box had been sitting on the throw pillow that was resting on Rex's lap. Anakin locked the door then held out his arm and Padme wrapped hers around his.

Rex had carefully gathered every throw pillow in the apartment, grabbing the pizza box and then had headed back to the couch. He didn't know where the two got off to but Rex knew to mind his business and find a place with thick walls. So he'd made a fort on the couch. He started to eat pizza and his brain probably shut off, for he was staring into space and had zoned out. He had stayed frozen but inevitably jumped as he brought himself back into reality.

He looked around, "General?" He called. "Hello?" He said, this time in a whisper. Had they left? Had Rex forgotten to cherish them? "Huh." He sighed as he leaned back. "Wack" he opened another beer. He didn't quite know what to do, he could go back to the barracks and sleep, but he then realized this couch was much more comfy, and he had pizza. The barracks didn't have pizza. "But they do have Fives...." He thought, pulling out his com.

"Fives, get up."

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Me! Me!!!

Imma be real with you chief, didn’t expect anyone to answer. Also I got lost in the Hades (game) sauce for 3 hours.

This got really long about halfway through writing it so i’m putting a read more lmao

SO i have two things for this. One is like a weird love triangle but not really version and the other is an oh god we’re caught in a web of lies version

the first one is basically like Martin is big ol gay over Jon but Jon is like what the fuck is a martin bitch im gonna kill you. Tim decides he’s gonna help Martin make Jon realize he loves his friend. So they fake date. Everyone in the archives BUT Jon knows they’re not actually dating so he’s like just keep it professional. and like it’s not much different than usual, just more hand holding, kisses, pet names like “My love” and such. Jon is then like oh my god why do I feel like “God I wish that were me.” but as both of them. He’s never one to confront his emotions so he just kind of, flusters away from the pair whenever they act cute and Tim is like :3 it’s working, go get your man. So yeehaw Martin goes and explains everything to Jon and they actually get together for real. But I said this was endgame jonmartim so I’m not done! 

Jon and Martin get together and it’s like,,, oh my god they’re in love..... Tim and Sasha are both happy for their friends but Tim is like “Huh. I kind of miss being able to just like kiss Martin whenever I wanted here. I wonder what Jon kisses like.” while Sasha just stares at him. He ends up falling into oh god I’m actually in love with Martin and fuck I’ve also been in love with Jon too and now they’re dating each other. He’s just a big ol disaster to Sasha who is the only bitch I respect but anyways she’s there to help and like explains that he’s always been a pretty affectionate person to his friends anyways so it’s not like much will change even if you aren’t their boyfriend. He has nightly gush sessions.

MEANWHILE! Jon is happily in love with Martin but it kinda comes up that ah he still feels that “God I wish that were me” feeling from whenever Tim would kiss Martin on the knuckles or something. He’s like well I have Martin so I can just shove down these feelings. Martin on the otherhand loves Jon but he also kinda misses Tim too but he doesn’t want to like hurt Jon so he also shoves these emotions down.

So we have 3 pining idiots in an archive. Jon ends up noticing Tim acting basically how he acted when him and Martin were fake dating. This leads him to kind of talking about it to Martin who is relieved that they both love Tim and miss him a bit. They actually talk about their feelings for once in their life after they invite him and Sasha out after work but ooooh no Sasha has something to do at home! Looks like it’ll just be you three. It goes... as well as 3 idiots can do and anyways they’re all in love with each other they all have 2 hands.

THE OTHER ONE IS SOMEHING I haven’t thought as much on but it’s rattling around in my empty head. 

So there are different situations where each pair has to pretend to be dating. The details aren’t important, what’s important is that some people think Jon and TIm are dating, some think Jon and Martin are dating, and some think Martin and Tim are dating. So something comes up where one pair has to pretend to be dating again but oh it’s Tim and Martin but so and so thought that Tim was dating Jon. OH MY GOD TIM IS CHEATING ON JON! So this leads to the next time Jon is around said person they have to gently break the “news” about what they saw. This leads to confusion on his part before going oh shit. Jon, the excellent speaker that he is, fucks up and goes “Oh it’s fine we’re all dating each other.” in a panic. This spreads and now a bunch of people think Jon, Martin, and Tim are in a relationship with each other when they really..are not. For now. They end up hanging out more but kinda have to seem romantic when someone spots them which leads to feelings kind of being developed. Jon surprisingly plays into the role pretty well which leads to a flustered Martin (and Tim who is used to being the one flustering people). Anyways it ends with them awkwardly saying they wouldn’t mind it being a real relationship and you bet your ass Tim says “Dance card’s open”. 

this got long thanks for enduring my rambling i’m just desperate for jonmartim content that isn’t nsfw

[impala-dreamer]

I’m With You

SPN FanFic

~When Dean kicks Castiel out of the Bunker, you're furious and rush off to find him, to be there for him, and maybe...bring him home.~

Castiel x Reader, Dean.

1,652 Words

Warnings: Angst, PG13. Kissing. Implied Smut. Feels. All the feels.

A/N: This fic has been on my mind for about 2 years. Inspired by Avril Lavigne's song, "I'm With You". It will also stand as my "Fallen!Cas" square for @spnkinkbingo​ 19. I hope you enjoy...

The bridge was slick with rain and your tires spun like pinwheel in a breeze. You never understood the warning signs: “Bridge may freeze before road”, but there you were: spinning out after finding black ice the hard way.

Strange how such a fast paced evening was now rolling by in slow motion. Maybe your brain was shutting down with panic, maybe this is what they meant by your life flashing before your eyes, but whatever it was, the centrifuge that was your little stolen Toyota was spinning in ultra slow motion. Your fingers felt strange upon the wheel, unable to grip anything, unable to react. Your foot slid right off of the brakes; boots gave no traction.

In the rearview, a sullen man in a red hooded sweatshirt watched as your car flew by, doing donuts on the bridge, narrowly missing the guard rail no less than four times.

“How could you do that!” you screamed, throwing your hands up, wildly gesticulating at Dean’s weary form to get your point across. “We just found him and you’re kicking him out? What’s wrong with you!”

Dean sighed, not out of aggravation at your outburst, but defeat. “I didn’t have a choice,” he whispered, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"Didn't have a choice? You didn't have a choice!" you mocked, voice echoing through the Bunker halls.

Dean grit his teeth and threw up his hands to try and calm you. "Lower your voice, please."

For Sam's sake, you did, but your biting whispers were just as harsh. "How could you kick him out like that? He is family! He needs us right now and you kicked him out with nothing!"

"I gave him some cash!" Dean growled, guilt and exhaustion filling his voice. "I'm sorry, OK? I...it's complicated but I had to do it."

"Why?"

"What?"

You crossed your arms and stood firm. "Tell me why. You've been weird since Sam got released from the hospital. Tell me what's going on."

He floundered, eyes looking to the void for an answer. He chewed his lip, shook his head, shifted from left to right.

"I can't tell you," he said finally. "But I promise I did what I had to do."

Tongue in cheek, you gave him a sarcastic laugh. "There it is. Dean Winchester, king of doing what he had to do no matter who or what it fucks up."

"Y/N, please…"

"No." You spun on your heel and walked to the door, giving up on Dean, doing what you had to do for once.

"Where are you going?"

"To clean up your mess."

When the wheels finally caught and the world stopped spinning, you clawed at the door and somehow managed to open it, tumbling out as your stomach churned.

Wet footsteps came towards you, rushing through puddles on the asphalt.

You swallowed a mouthful of bile and looked up, eyes welling at the sight.

"Cas!"

His face was in shadow, body haloed by the street lamp overhead. He laid a heavy hand on your shoulder as he knelt down.

"Are you alright?" His voice was rough, eyes worried as they looked you over.

“Yeah, Cas, I’m OK.” Your eyes met his and tears began to form. He looked a mess, cold and lost, crestfallen. “I can’t believe I found you.” You smiled and he returned it, a bit smaller but he was happy to see you too.

“I’m glad you did,” he said, helping you to your feet carefully, “but I wish you’d drive more carefully. You’re not Dean.”

Hearing the Winchester’s name made your throat tighten with rage. You bit your tongue and closed your eyes as the stars began to spin again. “I...I’m sorry he made you leave, Cas,” you growled. “I gave him Hell for it, don’t you worry.”

Castiel smiled and shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. “That really wasn’t necessary.”

“What? Cas, he kicked you out!”

The ex-angel signed. “I’m sure he had good reason to.”

He looked down and away, kicking the toe of his sneaker against your back tire.

“Cas… he…” You wanted to scream, to punch something, mostly Dean, but Cas’s calm surrender broke your heart. “I’m sorry.”

He looked back up at you and smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

“Will you? Where will you go? What are you going to do?”

Cas shrugged, shoulders high as he cast his gaze to the sky. “Nowhere? Everywhere? Explore a bit? I honestly don’t know.”

“You sound so calm,” you whispered, chest filling with every emotion, threatening to choke you. “How are you OK with this?”

He pulled a hand from his pocket to rest on your cheek, oddly warm against the cold night air. “It will work out, somehow.”

Disbelief washed over you. He was so sure even through his sadness. “How?”

“I have no idea.”

When standing on the bridge became ridiculous and the heat from your panic had dissipated, you talked Cas into letting you drive him somewhere. At the very least, he needed a meal and a bed; you could do that for him before you left. He had refused the very thought of going back to the Bunker, so you did what you could.

You ate burritos from the gas station, the only place still open, and checked into a room at the motel next door. One sad little bed in a sad little room, but Cas insisted it was more than he needed.

“I don’t feel right just leaving you here,” you said, looking around the ugly room. Even the painting of wildflowers above the bed looked sad. It wasn’t right. He had to come home.

You turned, ready to fight him, beg him to come back with you. Cas was there, closer than you though, just a touch away, looking down at you with pure blue eyes and a soft smile.

“I’ll be fine,” he promised again. “So will you.”

Blood rushed in your ears making it hard to think. “Maybe I can stay with you, get you settled…”

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, pulling it close. “Dean needs you.” He took a leap and lifted your hand to his lips. “Sam needs you.” He kissed your knuckles.

“And you?” you asked, voice heavy with tears but softened by his kiss. “What do you need?”

His answer was silent but true, drawing you closer with his free hand, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning down. He kissed you sweetly, just a test, lips pressing into yours with a gentle pressure that said all he wanted to say. He was leaving, going off to try to live some kind of life, but he needed one night to remember you by.

“Cas…”

Heartbreak rang out but he kissed it away, dipping his tongue between your lips before you could draw your next breath. You melted into him, amazed by his touch, the warmth, the care. His hands were strong, holding you to him, helping you stand even as his lips made you dizzy.

He laid you down on the small bed, kisses covering your mouth, your throat, and beyond. It was slow and delicious, the way he undressed you, careful fingers peeling away the rain-damped layers; blue eyes wide with lustful awe as he saw your flesh revealed.

If ever you’d dreamt of him, it hadn’t been like this. Not in some cheap motel room off the highway, not in the middle of a rainy night after a fight with Dean. Not with so many tears, so much pain in every kiss. Still, you kissed him back, needing him to know how much you cared, how much it killed you to see him so adrift, without that familiar glow of purpose in his eyes.

It was raw and fast; sweat glistened on his chest as he worked, and you ran your hands over the firm muscles so often hidden by layers of suit.

There was no earth-shattering end, no explosion of colors that brought your world to a halt. It was just you and Cas alone in that sad motel room, legs and lips pressed together, eyes filled with tears and unspoken goodbyes.

“Well?”

Dean barely looked up from his phone as you walked in, boots clunking loudly on the metal staircase.

“Well, what?” you sneered, still angry and now a little broken.

He looked up and frowned, seeing the tears in your eyes. “Did you find him?”

You nodded and took a deep breath, willing the tears to leave you alone. “Yeah.”

“And?”

One last droplet fell down your cheek, rolling off the cliff of your jaw and landing, never to be seen again, on the tile below your feet.

“He’s gone.”

Cas waited until you were asleep, heavy breaths passing over his chest, your fingers still locked in his but relaxed and limp.

He kissed your forehead as he slipped away, dressing in silence and leaving before the sun cracked the dark.

He wanted to wait, to watch as sleep faded from your face, to see life take over once more, kiss you awake, but he couldn’t. He had to sneak away, take off before you could track him again.

Without his Grace, he was no good to anyone. He wasn’t a warrior anymore, he was a mortal man with seven dollars in his pocket and an old sweatshirt he found in the back of Dean’s closet. He wouldn’t do any good sticking around even though it just about killed him to close the door.

He left a note on his empty pillow, words scratched in blue pen on the back of the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. You found it a few hours later, stretching as you woke, panicked to find his side of the bed cold.

“Damnit, Cas!”

‘Don’t worry about me,’ he’d written, tiny letters a mess, ink smudged in the corner. ‘We’ll all be fine.”

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[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Okay so I have seen your kiss fic meme thingy and I thought of 7 or 19 on that list owo

“Imma do both. I know, bold of me, but I just can’t help myself! ‘Hermosa’ in Spanish means ‘beautiful,’ and ‘Hermosa Señorita’ means ‘beautiful young lady.’

#7; Romantic kiss.

  “Okay, so you’re telling me, Amy and I have to go on a date, just to catch a fucking criminal?!” Sonic hollered at Tails. Tails knew that his reaction would be along the lines of screaming.

   “Yes. My calculations report that the Mal Tipo (bad guy in Spanish) is hiding his recipe for destruction in the restaurant, and is planning to pour it in everyone’s food. Luckily, I had a glimpse of the formula, and managed to make an antidote. He’s going to try and poison you two first, if he’ll recognize you, so when he’s not looking, pour the sauce on to the food, and eat it.” Tails told Sonic and Amy, while everyone else was in the background setting up computers that can help see what’s going on around them.

  “Uhm, if it’s to stop a bunch of innocent people from dying, then okay.” Amy said, twiddling her thumbs, seeming very nervous about this. Inside, both of them were really excited to go on a date, even if they were really undercover. Amy wore a simple red dress with a gold necklace, and some red flats. Sonic was wearing a matching red bow tie and fingerless black gloves. He wore some dress shoes, and put some gel in his quills.

  “Welp, we should get going!” Sonic said, as he picked Amy up, and ran to the restaurant. Once they got there, Amy completely lost focus of the mission, and ignored what Sonic was saying

  “Wow, this place is so romantic! I love it so much! OH, there are roses in crystal vases! Look at how sparkly they are!” Amy was fawning over everything, while Sonic was kind of upset how she was paying attention to the decor rather than him- I MEAN THE MISSION HEHEHEHEEHEH.

  “Why don’t we focus on our date, Ames?” Sonic asked through with a fake smile because a waiter was looking their way. Sonic grabbed Amy’s waist, and kissed her cheek. That made Amy swoon. Sonic regained his trademark smirk. ‘Yes! Still able to make her fangirl!’

   “Sorry, Sonikku, it’s just that this place is so much more romantic than stupid Meh Burger. OMG ARE THOSE LAVENDERS PLACED WITH WHITE GLITTER LACED COSMOS?! BLAZE! SILVER ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!” Amy whisper-yelled once she saw the flower arrangement at their reserved table. Sonic’s hand never left her waist as they walked towards the table.

  “Okay Sonic. Now, pull out a chair for Amy, and once she sits down, push it in, and act all lovey-dovey.” Tails instructed him. Sonic rolled his eyes, but did it anyways.

  “Thanks, Sonic~.” Amy giggled at his gentleman act. Even if this was just a cover-up for what they were really here for, Amy was happy that Sonic and herself were chosen for the mission.

   “Heh, you’re welcome Amy.” Sonic said, putting his nose under his finger, and his other hand behind his head. He sat down himself, and they both picked up the menu and hid their faces behind the pictures of delectable items it contained.

  “Okay, Sonic, in about ten minutes, go to the bathroom, which I’ll give you a projection of the map.” Tails had Sonic and Amy put on contacts earlier, which allowed Tails to project maps and documents without causing damage to their eyes.

  “So, it’s on the other side of the restaurant.” Sonic took a glance of the waiter and ducked down.

 “Order something full of meat and protein.” Tails told him. Sonic looked through the menu. He gasped loudly, causing some of the people dining to look at him.

  “There are no chilidogs-”

  “Goddamnit, Sonic, not all restaurants have chilidogs!” Amy snapped. Sonic’s ears twitched.

   “Yeesh, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” Sonic inquired, not really intending that question to be heard by her.

   “My bed’s too big, maybe you could sleep on the other side?” She muttered, knowing that Tails and everyone else might’ve heard her, but she wasn’t so sure about Sonic.

   “What?” He asked, not quite hearing what Amy said.

   “Psh...Nothing important,” she stated with a sour tone. He didn’t seem convinced, but tried to ignore her mood swings. He decided that it was her time of month.

  “Hello, my name is Parker James, and I will be your waiter for tonight.~” He said in a flirtatious tone, directing it to Amy. She giggled nervously, obviously spotting it, and turned to Sonic for help.

  “Hey, Papa Johns, or whatever your name is, can we get a chicken scampi. Babe, what would you like?” Amy’s heart melted, then froze. This was all an act, she remembered. She didn’t know that Sonic had yearned to call her that, to love her.

  “I-I’ll have a salad, baby.” Amy stuttered. She was more than ecstatic to call Sonic by ‘baby,’ as if they were a couple. She didn’t know, but Sonic’s heartbeat started increasing by ten times.

  “Alright, a salad for the hermosa señorita, and a chicken scampi for the blue guy.” Sonic glared at the waiter for calling him a “blue guy.”

   “Mr. Parker James, why’d you speak in Spanish when this is an Italian restaurant?” Amy innocently asked. The waiter froze and and his eyes were the size of plates.

   “I...uh, don’t know how to speak Italian, Señorita Rose. But I speak Spanish wonderfully, and can get any girl flustered.”

   “Well, I could get my gorgeous Ames flustered within one second!” Sonic hollered, showing a bit of jealousy. Amy was his, and only his! He kissed Amy’s cheek, and sat back down. Amy’s face went bright red, as she covered her cheeks and giggled.

   “Oh Sonikku~” she burst into even more fits of giggles, and gave Sonic’s hand a flirty stroke.

   “Oh! I should set the mood!” Parker James ran off and returned with an accordian player and a singer. He lit the candles that were placed at their table earlier, and put a plate of spaghetti between them.

   “Uh, this isn’t what we ordered-”

   “Just enjoy the moment, Sonic.” She interrupted Sonic’s complaint, and he obeyed, kind of fazed by Amy’s tone. She seemed to relax, and Sonic looked into her eyes. They were a jade color that stood out from her hot-pink fur. Amy was looking into his deep pools of emerald, so chasmic she could drown in the love his eyes were showing. She found herself leaning in, Sonic unknowingly copied, next thing they knew, Amy launched her lips right onto his. Sonic released the same passion that she was giving him. Back at headquarters, everyone was screaming, “I KNEW IT!!!!!” so loud that Sonic and Amy got rid of the earpieces.

Turns out, I couldn’t get an idea for Forceful Kiss, so I decided to wait until I can think of an idea.

[britishassistant]

But I Like One Piece (3)

Her schedule becomes much busier after that.

She gets up an hour before training with Gai-sensei and goes to get Naruto. He’s taken to setting up traps again to dissuade her, growing more complex and subtle by the day.

She’s getting very good at dodging and disarming them.

They train with Gai-sensei for two hours. Usually running laps and doing katas focused on fluidity and strength. He seems to have taken Sanji’s creed as a personal challenge and she’s usually wearing mitten-like weights over her hands or has her arms tied behind her back.

After training, she returns home to practice katas with her father, using a smaller bokken.

She has a very short amount of time to shower and get dressed before Naruto arrives for breakfast with her family.

Sometimes Gai-sensei joins them, and she never knew embarrassment before she had to watch her parents try not to swoon over his every word. She suspects both Okaa-sama and Otou-sama have crushes on him.

Naruto grimaces next to her and they eat their food in double time and shout their goodbyes as they run to the Academy.

They eat lunch separately.

It’s Naruto’s idea, and rather ingenious if she does say so.

They sit at opposite ends of the same table while Ino, Sakura, Shikamaru (sleepy guy), Chouji, and Kiba are spread out between them. She knows their names now. Ino made sure of it.

Ino and Sakura try to get her involved in girl talk, Chouji alternates between talking to her about cooking and to Shikamaru about classes, while Kiba and Naruto discuss what kind of cool ninja moves they know and will learn next year.

They’re close enough that it still feels like they’re spending time together, but the conversation and slight dispersal of the seating positions mean they’re “technically” not eating a meal together.

After the Academy day is over, she goes to the market with her mother to buy groceries. Once they get back, she prepares their lunch boxes the moment groceries are put away, making extra due to the sheer amount of sharing that goes on, with Naruto yelling ridiculous suggestions as Okaa-sama measures him for new clothes.

He seems to be going through a growth spurt, now his body is getting the nutrients it needs.

They finish their homework together in the kitchen while her mother makes dinner. Otou-sama usually arrives in time for them to finish setting the table and they eat dinner together.

On Wednesdays and Fridays they get ramen from Ichiraku’s. Every other weekend is when the Hokage checks in on Naruto, so she’ll not see him for the entire two days.

After Naruto leaves for his curfew, she helps wash the dishes while her parents ensure she’s up to speed on their family history.

She goes to bed early, because she learned quickly not doing so made Gai-sensei’s training that much worse to bear.

They move up a year.

It’s almost a shame, because towards the end there the teacher had begun warming up to Naruto, if saying “Good luck Ketsugi, Uzumaki.” counts as “warming up”.

She supposes she maybe should’ve had a bit more faith in the teacher, even if the woman does have an unhealthy idealization of the World Government-level tyrant Usagi-hime and is completely, totally wrong about pirates being poor role models to aspire to.

Now they’re going to have a new teacher and begin the whole rigmarole over again.

At least their classmates are already used to him, and they get a three week break before the summer term starts.

Her new birthday’s the weekend before classes start up again too, so there’s that.

Naruto’s being stalked.

She notices it a few days into the break, when Okaa-sama begs for them to act their age for once and go play outside instead of just training or cooking.

Naruto knows a good swing set outside the Academy and they spend half an hour trying to see if they can get the swing to go all the way round.

Yes, she has the memories and partial mindset of a twenty year old, but this is the dream of every child who has ever been on a swing, including her, and they are in an anime ninja world.

If there’s anywhere it’ll be possible to fulfill this dream, it’s here.

She’s managed to go almost horizontal on her swing while Naruto whoops in glee behind her, and on the backswing she spots a blur of dark hair hiding behind a tree and watching them.

No, she thinks, slowing a little while Naruto kicks with increased vigor and whoops again once he touches tree branches, the person’s weird pale eyes remaining fixed on his swinging. Watching him.

The stalker follows them everywhere.

She’s getting reasonably sure the stalker is a girl, because just about the only place she doesn’t follow Naruto is the boy’s bathroom.

She’s almost on par with the masks for stealth otherwise, remaining far enough away that it’s not obvious she’s stalking but close enough that she always has a clear line of sight to Naruto.

She’s definitely a member of one of the village clans. Her skills and the symbol on her high-quality clothing attest to that much. But what’s her interest in Naruto?

She waits a minute after Naruto enters the bathroom, and then walks towards the stalker.

The girl knows better than to run and draw attention to herself, but she does backpedal a bit.

“Look,” She says, not unkindly. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you’re watching Naruto. I don’t think you want to hurt him, and I’ll let you off so long as you don’t. Just don’t steal any of his underwear, or invade his privacy and make him uncomfortable, or we’ll have problems. Am I clear?”

The girl blushes tomato red. She opens and closes her mouth several times. She flees.

She sighs. The stalker may have just been too shy for her own good, but it’s always wise to nip a potential yandere in the bud before obsession really takes hold.

That weekend they get an addition to their morning training.

Gai-sensei comes striding onto their training field with a boy about their age trotting along behind him. He has a braid and very bushy eyebrows.

“This is Rock Lee!” Gai-sensei says proudly. “He will be joining our most youthful training!”

“I am Rock Lee and I am eight years old.” The boy introduces himself. “I am honored to meet the students of Maito Gai-sensei!”

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto and I’m seven! Imma be the Hokage, believe it!” Naruto cheers, waking up more with the chance to say his dream.

“Ketsugi Mayu. I’ll be seven two weeks from now. It’s nice to meet you, Lee-senpai.” She bows to him.

“Ah! It is I who should be calling you senpai, as you were students of Maito Gai-sensei before me!” Rock Lee insists, eyes shining. What a polite boy.

“Heck yeah! Just call me Naruto-senpai!” Naruto boasts, hands on his hips and nose in the air.

“No, don’t make him do that...”

“HOW YOUTHFUL!!” Gai-sensei roars, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. The only person she’s ever seen cry more than him is Franky. “It brings me much joy to see my students getting along so well! Yosh! LET US RUN 50 LAPS AROUND KONOHA ON OUR HANDS!!”

“Yes, Gai-sensei!!” Lee yells back.

“Lee!”

“Gai-sensei!”

“Lee!”

“Gai-sensei!”

She and Naruto share a horrified glance. Oh god there’s two of them now.

There’s a lot of falling on faces, and 50 laps around Konoha do not get completed. They do manage 20 circuits somehow, and Gai-sensei tells them all he’s extremely proud of them.

That’s what’s nice about Gai-sensei. Even if you couldn’t quite reach the goal he set the first time, he’s always encouraging and takes every effort as something to be celebrated and built upon. He makes you want to succeed, but not worry about failing to get there.

They’re doing cool down stretches when Lee’s stomach growls.

Her eyes narrow.

Naruto catches sight of the look on her face and begins snickering.

Gai-sensei, cheerfully oblivious, straightens up. “Yosh! Mayu-chan, would your parents mind if we imposed upon them for breakfast?”

“Of course not Gai-sensei. They’d be delighted to have you.” She smiles.

Lee curls into himself a little, beginning to retreat. “Then I shall meet you all here tomorrow! Have a good morn—”

Her hand clamps down on his arm. She keeps smiling. “Training breakfasts are at my house. Here’s the address for you, so you can join us.”

Lee blinks, eyes shining suspiciously. “Ah...uh..is this...okay?”

“Don’t fight it Lee!” Naruto calls behind her. “Or she’ll hunt you down to feed you, believe it!”

“I did not hunt you down!” She yelps indignantly. “You set traps when I left you food!”

“I just wanted to say thank you!” “With chalk dust?!”

And so Lee joins them for breakfast.

He’s loud and a bit awkward, effusively thanking her parents for even the smallest of things and easily getting caught up in Gai-sensei’s pace.

He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body though, and can be surprisingly level-headed and reliable when not overexcited. Which, admittedly, is a lot of the time.

He also likes her curries, which Naruto wrongly insists are “pure LAVA on a plate, Mayu-chan, curry’s supposed to be sweet and savory, not burn your mouth off!”

She’s just glad she now knows somebody who can appreciate what a real curry is rather than the sweet, spice less sauce that cowards attempt to pretend counts.

Her parents are convinced he’s somehow Gai-sensei’s long lost son. To be fair to them, the eyebrows and enthusiasm are very...similar. Their theorizing ran rampant when Lee mentioned he lived in the Village Orphanage while assuring her he did, in fact, get enough to eat.

Gai-sensei isn’t exactly dissuading these theories with how much he mother-hens the boy either. She suspects he overacts and exaggerates his normal robustness a little bit for Lee, to stop the boy from glancing around during training sessions or meals like he can’t quite believe he deserves to be here.

She can’t exactly criticize, since she and Naruto and Okaa-sama and Otou-sama are also doing all they can to make Lee feel welcome.

The weekend of her birthday isn’t like any birthdays she’s had before in this life.

For all that she grew up in Konoha, she never had any friends before Naruto. Running laps was a much more productive use of her time, even if her mother worried about her being lonely.

A quiet dinner in with her new parents was enough for her.

Naruto missed her sixth birthday because he had to spend the weekend with the Hokage, then insisted on trying to draw Luffy for her from the stories she’s told him as a late birthday present.

It’s not a very accurate drawing—Luffy’s straw hat is upside down and he’s got lasers shooting from his eyes and looks like a distressed noodle overall, but it hangs on her wall all the same.

Naruto has been pulling a vanishing act sporadically throughout the week, which she wasn’t overly concerned about.

She knows about birthday preparations, and if he wants it to be a surprise, she’ll humor him.

Though she did stumble upon a scene where Lee was on one knee in front of Sakura, while Naruto prepared to hit him with a bag of mulch from behind.

All three froze when they realized she was there, stammered out something incomprehensible, and fled like startled mice.

She has no idea what was going on there, but she’d pay good money to find out.

Or at least cook a good meal, because all her ingredient purchases leave her perpetually broke.

Naruto isn’t in his apartment the morning of her birthday.

She gets past all of his traps only to knock on the door and hear no answer. The neighbors yell at her when her repeated hammering on the entrance gets too loud.

Lee isn’t with Gai-sensei when she finally arrives to training. He pointedly ignores all her questions about where the other two are, but teaches her the kata for a dropkick in exchange.

It’s difficult, but the grin she gets when her heel hits the ground and leaves a dent is blinding.

He walks her home too.

That’s when she realizes this was planned.

Sure enough, the curtains on the windows are drawn, and Gai-sensei is a little eager to go ahead of her into the house.

The lights coming on are blinding, and the yell of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYU!!” should not be as loud as it is considering there are only five people in the room.

She’s sweaty and worn out and for some reason she can’t stop smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

Lee and Gai-sensei present her with a set of weights and a few pairs of orange leg warmers to cover them, like the ones they wear on a daily basis. She grins and thinks it might be nice to wear something that reminds her of the two of them and Naruto, who has insisted on getting mainly orange clothing since Okaa-sama once told him he had the coloring for it.

Okaa-sama and Otou-sama give her a book on baking bread that’s about as heavy as the weights and several bags of different types of flour. She hugs them as tightly as she can. There’s wheat and rye and multigrain and gluten-free and she can’t wait to see what she can create with all of this.

Naruto fidgets and shoves a small pot with a rosemary plant in it into her arms. “Ino let me have this if I helped out at the Yamanaka flower shop with her and Sakura-chan, believe it, and she said it tastes really good in food and its name is Habu-san because plants are living things, so they should have names like people and animals do, right?”

She inhales the slightly salty scent.

Later, after she’s finally had a shower and gotten dressed with the addition of the leg warmers, Sakura and Ino will drop by with a set of sparkly silver hair clips and a chef’s hat keychain.

They’ll all go to a restaurant owned by Chouji’s family to eat, and she’ll devour one of the best plates of chicken katsu, intent on figuring out the recipe through taste alone. She’ll share a chocolate cake with Chouji and Naruto, laughing as the latter pouts when describing Lee’s declaration to woo Sakura when he becomes a worthy ninja.

But for now, she just beams at her best friend and tells him, “I really love Habu-san. Thank you so much for giving this to me, Naruto.”

They return to the Academy.

Lee walks with them there, and they wave to each other as they go to their respective classrooms.

Kiba runs up to them within seconds of arriving in their new classroom, a beam on his face so bright it could outshine the sun itself.

“Igotmyninkenpartner!!!” He bursts out, practically vibrating with happiness.

She blinks. Looks at Naruto, who shrugs. Looks back at Kiba. “Beg your pardon?”

He groans, cuddling a bundle close to his chest. As she’s looking down at it, it squirms.

“I. Got. My. Ninken. Partner.” He repeats, with exaggerated slowness. “It’s a huge thing for the Inuzuka! We get chosen by a ninken, and they can understand human speech and learn cool ninja moves with us, so when we grow up we’ll be twice as awesome as any other ninja!!”

“What’s a ninken?” Naruto asks as the bundle squirms again—

And a puppy pops out.

“Meet Akamaru!” Kiba says proudly. Akamaru is white with floppy brown ears and big dark eyes and—

“Akamaru.” She says seriously. “You are a very good boy.”

The puppy yips in response and she could die right then and there from happiness.

This year they’re actually moving into the ninja portion of Academy learning.

The new teacher is a white haired man and he has them sit criss-crossed on the floor.

“Chakra is a force found in all living beings, a combination of their spiritual and physical energy, or yin and yang. It is a ninja’s greatest tool, the source of genjutsu and ninjutsu.” He drones on.

Does it run on midochlorians too? A voice in her head that sounds like her past brother’s mocks.

It just all sounds so inaccurate, like a bunch of different ideas mashed together to seem cool.

At least Devil Fruits were somewhat understandable. Eat a weird fruit, it messes with your genetics, you get powers. Much more plausible.

She pokes Naruto awake again and the teacher glares at them. “Today we’ll focus on basic chakra awareness. I want you to meditate and locate your chakra center.”

The classmates around her close their eyes. After an especially sharp glare, she does so too.

It’s warm in the classroom.

It’s noisy outside, and she can feel Naruto’s knee press into her leg.

She focuses on her breathing. It’s almost peaceful, retreating inside herself like this—

There’s something inside her.

It wasn’t there before.

It doesn’t belong in her.

She thinks it doesn’t like that she’s found it.

It’s like forcibly being made aware of blood circulating through your body. Not simply your heart beating, but the friction as the liquid scrapes through your veins, the pain as the breakneck current is divided and divided again, until dead ends send the liquid flying back to where it came from at the same terrifying speed.

“What the shit?!” She gasps out, eyes flying open.

Then she hears what she just said and claps her hands over her mouth as the children around her break into surprised titters.

The teacher glowers. “Ketsugi, go stand in the hall.”

[tellywoodtrash]

sanjivani 21.10.19 lb

madamji datttttt ke khadi hain. kaunnnn jeetega yeh muqaabla????

lmao siddhu doing what all of us do when in bad mood but can't really focus on anything: random saaf-safai around the house.

guddu mama Knows All.

subtlyyyyyyyyyy reminding siddhu ki what ishani is enduring outside. i love him. he is another rahil.

"main jaanti hoon, khud bhi tadap rahe honge."

cut to: "miss obsessive; safaai ka itna keeda hai usse ki keede chipkali dekh ke khud hi bhaag jayegi." lmaoooooooooooooo

lol at siddhu telling guddu to call his choohein so that the problem is nipped in the bud. guddu is some pied piper type figure in the basti or what, who controls the rats around here by will?

"yeh pareshaani hai, chipkali choohon ko dekh ke bhaagne waali nahi hai!"

guddu knows ishani even better than siddhu does!

oh hoooooooo siddhu. thak gayi hoon tumse.

but may i also mention, this henley looks EXCEPTIONALLY good on you? and that colour? mashaAllah!

OH NO JUHI. NO. STOP MAKING HEART EYES AT YOUR MENTOR/BOSS!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

vardhan is literally the only shashank/juhi shipper here. other than mais.

ok, tonally, this scene just got way worse after shashank entered. what is up with the baaaaad directing? we had a few good weeks in the middle where everything settled, now everything is melodrama again.

i cannot help but lol @ vardhan continuing to squee "so cute!!!!" at them though.

wait wait wait............. there's more backstory to vardhan hating shashank?!?!?!? interestingggg. i mean not really, but it's better than vardhan being a dick for shits and giggles.

ishani doing tele-doctory.

askjdlksaldjl sidhuuuuuuuuuuu you childdddddd.

"dr. sid aap mujhe dikh rahein hai yahaan se." lololololol

"aap shaayad bhool rahein hain ki hum adults hain. koi problem hai toh mujhse discuss kijiye na; kyun kar rahein hain aap aisa? aur main jaanti hoon ki aap itne bure bhi nahi hain." 

oh damn! sis matured emotionally into a wholeass rational human being over the weekend.

while this one thinks he has control over things like life and death and is like NO I AM BADDDDDDDDD LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEE. jesus sid,. you need hardcore therapy.

wow nice to finally see anjali working with one of the residents.

what kinda weirdass coded convo is this?

"coffee?"

"ji, chaliye!"

“COFFEE?????????” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

salkjdalkd ugh. they're bantering about meeting outside in his car and the dialogue is actually kinda cute? WHY COULDN'T THIS BE WITH A GOOD DUDE WHO I COULD SHIP ANJALI WITHHHHHH? IMMA JUST HEADCANON PANKIT-AS-ATUL IN THESE SCENES FROM NOW ON.

ugh guddu mama is literally the cutestttttttttt.

woop, vital clue dropped about the sherwani and crying.

"aye guddu, isse baat kyun kar raha hai?"

"meri dost hai, isliyeee baat kar raha hoon!"

"woh meri dost nahi hai."

"teri dost nahi hai toh tu baat mat kar. main toh baat karoonga." lolololol honestly, guddu for president.

that brief moment of longing before he hardens himself into a rudeass bitch.

ohohohohoho invoking of the F word. "faraq". chalo ji. yeh trope bhi ho gaya.

ishaani fulllll prep ke saath aayi hai. bas tambu gaadne ki kami hai.

idiot boy. IDIOT!!!!!!

oh she forgot snacks! rookie mistake!

haaaaaaye sidddhu, why you torturing yourself AND HER like this???

rahil calling with emergencyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (his overwrought performance has me thinking.... fake.)

ishani thankfully has gone and purchased a whole week's supply of logic and rationality and good sense, and decides work takes priority over….. whatever the fuck this nonsense is.

this new wardrobe of ishani’s makes her boobs look most magnificent. need to know what bra/tshirt combo this is, that makes the girls look THIS nice.

will probably only work on an average-boobed girl tho, not a big-tittied behemoth like me. CURSE YOU, DD CUPS!!!!!!!!!

LMAOOOOOOOOOO RAHIL YOU CAGEYASS BASTARD. YOU'RE SO BAD AT THISSSSSSSSS.

"toh aapne yeh sab apne dost ke kehne pe kiya. aisi buri acting ke liye toh aapko worst supporting actor ka bhi award nahi milna chahiye."

ISHANI GOING FOR THE JUGULAR.

“sab kuch karna tha, lekin mere kaam ke saath bilkul mazaak nahi karna tha. ab toh mujhe unki shakal bhi nahi dekhni; keh dijyega apne dost se.”

yup. ishani's finally had enough of this bs. good. GOOOOOOOOD, SIS. KAMI THODI HAI LAUNDO KI. I MEAN AISE ACHCHE LAUNDO KI HAI, PAR KOI NAHI..... THIS IS A BIG CITY/COUNTRY. DHOOND LENGE KOI AUR DARIYA-DIL DOCTOR SUPERMODEL.

rahil bechaara lost ishani's good favour over this nonsense.

"sahi kiya tune, sid. karne de usse nafrat, taaki saari feelings khatam ho jaaye sivaaye gusse ke. gusse waale feelings se dard nahi hota."

pft, you know nothing sid snow.

ugh in dono ka flirting dekhna hoga ab.

"aap ko kaise pata chala ki main baahar khadi hoon?"

"tumhari khushboo." LORDDDDDDDDDDD. CONTROL YOURSELF, MY MAN.

STOP BEING SO GOOD LOOKING, YOU TWO. I DON'T WANT TO SHIP IT. I DON'TTTTTTTTT.

waise toh vardhan pe bada chadh rahein the ki yeh personal maamla hai hospital time pe and all, and now you won't stop hounding her for an answer to your louuuuuuuwe confession during work hours????

ouff i am not here for this confusing teen bs. STOP REDUCING MY BADASS JUHI TO A SIMPERING PILE OF MUSH WHO CAN'T GET HER BRAIN OUT OF HER FEELZ!?!?!?! SHE IS MOTHERFUCKING CHIEF OF SURGERY UP IN THIS BITCH, SHE DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS GARBAGE!!!!!!!!!!!

but gurdeep is just so goddamned cute i can't help but be charmed at how she's playing this. literalllllll disney princess face she has!!!!!!!!

goddamnit am i going to start shipping this???? i really don't want to but mohnish and gurdeep are soooooooo fucking charming??????? fuck. i need to make up some whole other headcanon to kinda make peace with it.

FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS HOT BOD, BITCH. THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON!!!!!!!!

"ishani meri taraf hi aa rahi hai. woh phir mujhse sawaal poochegi."

lol pls sid, don't flatter yourself.

ok at this point tumblr isn’t uploading images for this post anymore, so....... whatever.

"isse kya hua????? kamaal hai, mujhse bina baat kare chali gayi????" LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO. IN YOUR FACE DUMBASS.

"mujhe itna bura kyun lag raha hai????" UH I DUNNO COZ YOU'RE BEING A STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE DOUCHEWAFFLE WITH IDIOT SAUCE ON TOP, WHICH IS AGAINST EVERY SINGLE FIBRE OF YOUR BEING????

accident ki khabar.

this is so sad. alexa play bada pachtaoge by arijit singh.

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calling it now itself: the accident’s gonna be fake. he’s gonna get hella mad. we’re going back to square fucking one.

[rami-writes-blog]

Highschool Sweethearts - Chapter 2 (Reader x Rami Malek)

I'm so glad I have a half an hour lunch break. The flush on my cheeks is still present because of my earlier encounter with Rami. I push it away, I can't be feeling like this. I mean I have a boyfriend.

I slowly walk across the courtyard when I finally find a place where it's quiet, farthest away from the big crowd. While eating a banana, my finger's softly ticking along to the beat of the music I'm listening, on my knee. Suddenly someone plops down next to me from behind and scares the fuck out of me. ''What the fuck dude'' I growl and put on my angry face.

When I see it's Rami my angry face immediately melts. ''I'm -.. sorry. I didn't mean to scare you'' he immediately apologizes. ''No please- I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm easily startled'' I explain. ''Bad conscious huh?'' he asks playfully. ''No- lost in thoughts I guess'' I say with a pink flush over my face.

When he has his full attention on the pizza that he had just boughts, it's only now I stare at him for the first time. I mean I had looked at him multiple times. But now.. I couldn't stop staring.

He has these tiny black curls, deep blue/green eyes, light toned skin and a really sharp jawline. When he smiles, he makes my knees tremble. He smells really nice. I can't really identify it but – it smells comforting. I've never been good with guys so every single one of them makes me nervous, but him even more so. When I got together with Ty.. I don't know, we were both drunk and he took the first step so it was way different I guess. Plus he was really self-assured, so it kinda came all from his side.

''you want a slice?'' he offers me as he holds it in front of my nose, holding it with both hands. ''Its dubble cheese and salami'' he adds. I nod gratefully. ''Sure, why not? Thanks!'' I say giving him a big smile. After I take my first bite, it's really hot and all the cheese is falling off. I have to make some really weird faces to slurp the cheese slings. From the corner of my eyes I can see him looking at me. He starts laughing at the sight of me struggling with the pizza.

''What are you laughing a1bout?'' I ask with some innocence. ''Come here'' he says as he wipes away the stains of sauce underneath my mouth. ''Oh'' I say flushed. ''Thank you''. I'm too ashamed to look at him so I just stare at my pizza in stead. ''Here''  he says while handing me a napkin.

I wipe my mouth one last time after finishing my slice and after some moments of silence I'm the first one to talk again. ''I'm sorry but- is there any particular reason why you decided to join me for lunch?'' I ask him nervously. ''Well you looked like you might needed some company so-'' he looks at me expectantly. Like I'm about to shoo him away any second.

''HEY BABY'' I hear coming from behind me. It's Tyler. I ashamed say hi to him too. From the corner of my eye I can see Rami's confused look. Probably taking in that another man just called me 'baby'. Ty sits down next to me and as he comes closer to give me a kiss, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I immediately shake him off ''have you been drinking already?'' I ask him with an astonished look. ''It's only 11.30 am in the morning Ty. What the fuck''.

I know I probably shouldn't take such a tone to him, but with Rami by my side I feel kind of.. More secure. ''Ah baby come on don't be like that'' he tries reasoning with me, grabbing my arm. I try shaking it off but he gets really handsy. Trying to kiss me on my neck, pushing his body up against me.. he even tries grabbing my boob.  I angrily push him off of me the best I can, given the fact that he's much stronger and bigger than me.

I look at him both angrily and disappointing ''Be like what? You're the one that's drunk when it's not even noon. You know how I feel about that''. I get up and take my backpack, tears fill my eyes. He always gets so different when he had some alcohol. He jumps up immediately and grabs a hold of my arm. My anxiety kicks in. ''Ty stop. You're hurting me'' I beg him. The grip tightens even more after that and I'm pretty sure this will leave a bruise. ''And you should watch your fucking tone. Loren'' he growls at me. He intimidatingly bends over me, trying to show me who the boss is, when his eyes suddenly fall on Rami, who now too was on his feet and took a step closer.

It's like I'm nailed to the ground but because he points his his attention to Rami, I manage to free myself from his grip. Tears blur my vision but it doesn't matter. With tears swirling down my face I walk away. ''wh- Loren. Are you ok?'' Rami comes running after me, trying to make sure I'm ok. ''Yea I'm just a bit sick. Imma head home'' I lie to him. Not even looking at him. I don't want him to see me. I don't want him to stop me from leaving.

I'm actually planning on going to my favorite spot. It's in the park, in between all those trees, right at the water. Tears stream down my face as I roll up my sleeve to look at my arm. It already has some huge bruises on it and the finger prints from just moments ago start to show too. I zip open my backpack and take a joint out of some side-pocket. Fuck. Where's my lighter?

As I take my backpack and rumble aroung in it to find my lighter, I can see it looking at me.. I didn't know I had it in there. Or maybe I just forgot. I gently took it out of my backpack. I lit my joint and took a deep swig and slowly let the effect hit me. I look at the discovery from my backpack admiringly. I roll up my shirt a bit to expose a bit of my stomach. I promised myself I'd never do this anymore..

Now feeling nothing but.. Anger? Impotence? Sadness? All together. What it was, I couldn't cry anymore. I take another deep hit of my joint, the blade still between my fingers. Not sure what my next move will be, but my automatic pilot takes over and I put the blade at my skin.

''You mind if I join you?'' a deep voice behind me asks me. I recognize it. I could recognize it out of a thousand voices. It both startles me but also I kind of expected him to come after me. I should've run. I hide the blade underneath my leg, avoiding him from seeing it. He looks at me with a caring look in your eyes. I shake my head as a reaction to his question, tapping next to me suggesting him to sit down.

''You know... You can take off your 'I'm ok mask' now... It's just me''. He exclaims while tugging his knees up . He's probably hoping I'll talk. It's a really sweet gesture and I really appreciate it. But I don't know him. Why should I talk to him?

''So. How do you like school up until now?'' I ask him to distract the attention from this shit. He just shrugs his shoulders, ''Fine I guess'' he answers after doing some thinking.

Still sitting with his knees up, he’s staring over the water. He seems kind of distracted, lost in a day dream. I take full advantage of that moment and take in all the little details of this gorgeous man. Putting them somewhere in my mind where I can rewatch them anytime I want.

His small ears.. His stubble of probably not shaving for a couple of days. His mouth slightly opened. The little frowns he makes. His hair that is kind of messy but not in an unkempt way. How rough it looks but also really soft. The way he fiddles with his fingers. His smell. The small wrinkles around the corner of his lips and eyes. The way his eyes are so mesmerizing.

He turns his head towards me and gives me a sweet and nervous smile. He caught me checking him out and he finds it amusing. I again feel like a little kid that has been caught with its hand in a cookie jar. I quickly look away to hide the flush on my cheeks.

God.. That smile. That fucking smile.

''Well. Something interesting did happen today'' he suddenly says while rubbing his chin in a thoughtful way. ''O?'' I’m generously curious to what that might be. ''I met a really cool girl today'' he says while looking in another direction again. I can tell he's nervous. It's actually kind of sweet.

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