#the way i have the hottest guys in my phone but this weird nerd is tearing me apart ;^;

[h14h]

he’s back and wants to breakup just be friends for now and “see how things develop”

[folkloreguk]

French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

words: 4.4 k

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

~

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

~

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

[kaunis-sielu]

Schoolyard

You’d first met him in second grade. Your dad was a high ranking military man and so your family moved around quite a bit. He had been rowdy but he’d always been nice to you.

You’d become close friends with him and his little group of friends, going to the school for kids whose parents were government officials gave you all kind of a weird perspective of the world. One that was from a more political perspective since many of the kids in your school will end up being involved in the government somehow.

You’d been so close that you’d even had a mock wedding, his best friend knew all the wording for a Nordic wedding and all through middle school he’d joked about being your husband. Even after you’d left Asguard you’d occasionally get emails from him that always started “To my Wifey” but you don’t see him again.

It wasn’t even until you had moved to a new boarding school that you’d even realized who he was. Your new roommate Jane had seen a photo of your friends and had promptly freaked out. She couldn’t believe that you knew Prince Thor, the hottest actual prince in the world.

You’d stayed in touch over the years, through high school and graduation but once college hit you both kind of drifted. You got busy with getting your MD and he, well you suppose that he got busy with learning to run a country.

You know he hasn’t married yet, Jane keeps you updated on that. There have been a few women he’s been spotted with but none seem to actually be dating him or even in the running. Jane always teases you about Thor still being your husband, you still have the little mood ring that he’d given you.

You’ve got about an hour before Jane comes for your monthly pizza night. So you order pizzas and change out of your work clothes into a pair of sweats and an old college tee shirt. Girls night is about being comfy and watching Disney movies so you’re able to catch up without missing anything in the movies.

Jane has her own key so she just lets herself in when she arrives.

“Hey Dummy. When’s the food gonna be here?”

“That’s rich you calling me a dummy. I’m the only real doctor in the apartment.” You fire back and you hear Jane laugh loudly from the living room. “But in all honesty I think it’ll be here in the next ten minutes or so. Pick a movie.”

“Wine first!” She yells and you come out of your room with your hair up and glasses on. Jane is also in a pair of sweatpants but her shirt is one that you’d made her a couple years ago.

“How has your month been?”

“Good, busy. We may have found a new star!”

“What! Jane that’s amazing congratulations!”

“We just have to track it for a bit longer to see if it repeats what it did last year and some other boring shit.” You laugh as she passes you a glass of wine, “How about you?”

“One of my patients came back cancer free the other day!”

“Oh yay!” There’s a knock at the door and Jane sets down her glass before bounding toward it, cash in hand. “Pizza!” She cries just before flinging open the door. She stands in the doorway gawking and you laugh.

“Dude what are you doing? You look like a psycho.”

“Not pizza.” Jane manages to say and you start toward the door eyeing the baseball bat propped against the wall.

“No, not pizza. Had I known you were waiting I would’ve brought some with.” The male voice in the hallway says. It’s accented and familiar but that doesn’t really help you.

“Jane you’re freaking me out.” You tell her scooping up the bat on your way to the door. “Who is at the..door?” You blink up at the large blonde man in the doorway. “Thor?”

“That’s Crown Prince Thor.” A man grumbles from behind him. Thor waves the man off and you understand why Jane is acting so weird now.

“Hi, I’m sorry I should’ve called but I didn’t have your number so that would’ve been hard.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I needed to talk to you about some things.” He looks good, his hair is short and he’s got scruffy beard going on that isn’t quite a full beard but not a five o’clock shadow. He’s got a dark blue peacoat on but those bright blue eyes are the only thing that haven’t changed. “Can I take you out tomorrow night? To dinner somewhere?”

“Oh, um that would be fine. Seven?”

“Excellent, it’s a date. We will come pick you up.”

“We?”

“Oh, Volstagg and me.” He gestures to the man standing in the hallway behind him. “Odin insists now that I have a bodyguard.” He says with an eye roll, this is so reminiscent of your childhood that you can’t help but smile. “Sorry for interrupting your night.”

“It’s okay, it was nice to see you.” The pizza guy comes up and Thor pulls out his wallet and pays before you can stop him. “Thor you don’t have to.”

“I know.” He says with a wide smile before passing you the box. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Right here at 7.”

“Sounds good.”

“Could I get your number just in case anything changes?”

“Oh, yea sure.” He pulls his phone from his coat pocket and hands it to you. You punch in your number and hand it back, “Let me know who you are when you text okay?”

“Okay. Bye.” He and Volstagg leave then and after you shut the door Jane looks at you and whispers,

“What the fuck?” Then she yells, “What the actual fuck! You have a date with a fucking prince.”

“Oh my god Jane could you chill please?”

“No!” She cries, “forget pizza and a movie we need to find you a dress! I have more fancy dresses than you. We should go to my apartment! You always looked so pretty in that black swoop neck one that I have, or maybe a blue one so it can match his eyes. Have you ever seen eyes that blue.” As she rambles you head to the couch with the pizza then place it on the coffee table. You grab both wine glasses from the kitchen counter and bring them to the coffee table too.

“I am going to sit here, watch a movie, drink wine and eat pizza. You can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“But-but-you have a date with a Prince.”

“It’s not a date.”

“He literally said it was a date!” She protests.

“Turning the movie on now.” You tell her and she lets out a long groan. “Besides I have the black dress here.”

“Oh. Okay.” She sits down on the couch and reaches for a piece of pizza.

You’re actually able to get Jane to focus on something other than meeting with Thor tomorrow. You do wonder what he might need to talk to you about that was so urgent that he needed to come here unannounced, and after so much time.

When the movie is over you watch one more before Jane decides to head home. She hasn’t mentioned your ‘date’ since you’d started the second movie. But when she turns on you at the doorway you know she hasn’t forgotten.

“I want every. Single. Detail.”

“Okay okay, every detail.”

“No, no, every single detail.” She repeats emphasizing the single and you laugh.

“Copy that. I mean who knows I might have to sign a NDA.”

“Ooh, scandalous.” She teases with a raised eyebrow and you shake your head at her.

“You’re such a nerd.”

“Takes one to know one.” She calls as she heads down the hallway.

“Let me know when you’re home!” You call back and she gives you a little wave of acknowledgement.

Now that she’s gone though you’ve got plenty of time to think. What was it he needed to talk to you about? Why couldn’t it wait? Why didn’t you get his number too? You don’t even know how nice you need to dress because you don’t know where you’re going.

You get ready for bed, washing your face and brushing your teeth. You lay in bed for a while, you and Thor had always gotten along well. Now that you knew he was the Crown Prince of Asguard things might be a little, weird, but he’d seemed normal enough other than the bodyguard. Like he wasn’t putting on airs or being all posh, if you didn’t know he was the Crown Prince you’d have thought he was just some hot dude. Which, he is, those damn ocean blue eyes could convince you to do just about anything when you were kids.

Probably still could.

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[butwhyduh]

Headcannon: high Tim breaks fourth wall and wonders if his life is just a fanfiction on Tumblr. Meanwhile everyone else is like "dude. That's another level of stupid."

It’s like space weed that works on metas, okay?

Tim was laying over the back of the couch, his long hair hanging down towards the floor. Bart is happily eating his eighth donut and Kon is staring out the window like it holds the secrets of the universe. Cassie dances in front of the record player where she plays Dick’s old 1980s records.

“Bro!” Tim starts and they are all ready. He has a new theory every time. “What if we’re fake. Like we’re from someone’s imagination. We’re just stories.”

“Okay! I need proof,” Bart said pointing at Tim with a donut on his finger before taking a massive bite.

“Our lives are too weird. Like how many people are orphans? Like I know way too many. The number is way smaller percentage than that in like real life. Two-“

“Wait, where was one?” Kon asked.

“The orphan thing!” Tim said offended. “Two, nobody stays dead. Besides like parents. Like you all died and came back to life in the weirdest ways. “

“Three,” Tim continued after taking a hit. He took a long drink of his slurpy. “Three. Uh.. nobody but me figured out Batman. I don’t think I’m that much smarter than everyone. Like he’s obvious.”

“Obviously who?” Cassie said with interest.

“Good try villain! I’m not telling you,” Tim said quickly. “Four, I am a nerd that like DnD, anime, and murder shows and I never leave the bat cave or office. And like the hottest chicks wanna date me. Not realistic. Not at all. I used white out once and it got on my skin and blended in. Yet Batgirl, and Lynx, and you Cassie. All out of my league. All date me.”

“It’s those stupid blue puppy dog eyes,” she said wisely. “And totally ripped arms.”

“Valid,” Bart answered. “One day I’ll be totally ripped.”

“You’ll be a twink for life,” Kon answered.

“Take it back!” He said almost tearfully. Time to cut off Bart.

“Five, child protective services should have taken us all away because we were like 13 and living alone in the tower,” Tim interrupted. “Seriously! How many Robins does Batman get before someone starts wondering what happened to them? And the original short pants should have gotten a call right away. Why no pants in the wettest, nastiest, cold ass city of Gotham that is apparently full of pedophiles? Sus, my guy. Not one person was like ‘hey that’s an 8 year old punching bank robbers and drug dealers in underwear! We should go save him!’ Like everyone was real cool with child soldiers.”

“I can’t say your wrong,” Cassie admitted.

3 hours later

“So we live in a simulation created by a television company to entertain people. I could probably cut my hand off and it would grow back because: magic!” Tim told Dick over the phone.

“No!!! Don’t even move. I’m on the way. Do. Not. Cut off your hand! Weed is banned from the tower! BANNED!”

[nunukim-182]

Guilty [Revin Fic]

"Red! Good morning!"

"Red, did you see the Justin Timberlake concert yesterday?"

Two of the most popular kids at school, Wendy and Bebe, came up to me.They are my friends which I met in third grade, and they were popular and cool. All the boys and girls look up at them. And also, I was between them. Speaking of me, I am in the cheerleader team, and I’m the most hottest girl in my class. I had to maintain my dignity, and show myself to the most popular quinces. I could not break my fantasy about myself. and...

"Red, hi!" While I was talking to my friends, I looked back. Kevin Stoley. My childhood friend, and the class-famous geek boy. The faces of my friends are not unusual. Everyone's expression is, "Do you hang along with that nerdy kid?" 

Red, I wanted to talk to you, Kevin said. I hurriedly ignored him and continued talking with my friends, his voice beginning to grow smaller and smaller, and I focused on my friends’ conversations to avoid thinking of him.

Looking back a long time later, I looked around. He was not there. My friends forced me to lunch. I can’t stop thinking about Kevin Stoley. 

I am the worst person in South park.

I hurried back home, shrugging off the story of my friends playing. I pulled out the Star Wars DVD in my drawer and put it into my PC. I watched each of the scenes of the eighties’ crude CGs. I felt calm in my mind. In fact, I like Justin Timberlake and pretty, shiny things, but I also liked SF-related items and cosplaying. I knew that if I show my nerdy side,my reputation would fall to the bottom at school. So I had to act like I’m not a nerd. I was really envious of some kids who showed their nerdy ways. They've lost popularity, but they absorbed in their own favorites. If I could have lived without being seeing other kid’s reactions of mine...

I couldn't stop thinking about Kevin Stoley while watching the movie - our first meeting was when we were four. His dad was a huge movie fan, so we’d always went to theater once a week, or rent a video at home to watch a movie together- mostly a space opera movie. I didn’t understand the scenes and the plots because I’m too young, but we focused when they fight with a Lightsaber. When the movie was finished, we played together and went home. Kevin always played as Han Solo, and I was Princess Leah. It was so fun. 

I want to go back to those days.

I wish I could talk to Kevin again.

Wouldn't he is better than the girls who acts like two-faced Bitch?

While I was thinking about this and that, a text came.

[Hey, can you come out?]

Clyde Donovan. He was putting on airs because he won the most cutest kid in girl’s vote. I thought he was not cool. He's a little dumb. And the fact every girls know that Clyde Donovan like Bebe Stevens.

And you want to see me? Do he wants to hook me up?

I thought I can meet him once, and I pauzed the movie and went to the place where he called.

Stark’s Pond. It was the place where Kevin and I seeing stars through telescopes when we was first grade. I'm with a little- short fatass in a place of memory. It's the worst of the worst.

Clyde Donovan didn’t know the truth. He won the first place because the girls cheated the results for using him buying shoes. Also I cheated,too. The shoes are so pretty, so I have to get them somehow.

"Red. I wanted to meet you once. Do you want to date with me?"

What the fuck is he talking about? Besides,I don't really feel he likes me.

"Why? Don’t you have liked someone before?"

"Is there a reason for dating somebody? Oh! And I'll buy you shoes, too. My dad bought some good shoes today. It’s new."

That was a stupid answer. Yeah, you want to hook me up cause you think you’re so cute. Or did he want to make Bebe jealous? And in my head, angel and the devil are fighting. The conscience that I should never date with this fatass for Kevin's sake, and the other side, the sweet devil whispered to me that I can get new shoes every day if I date with Clyde.

Eventually I had to raise the devil's hand.

The news of the Fatass Clyde Donovan and Red McArthur dating spread quickly.

The girls were horribly envious. I know why they envy me. Because I can get Brand new shoes for Clyde every day. And the fatass keep his promise. Clyde sent me shoes every day. This was also possible because Clyde was a well-off kid in the South park.

But I haven't seen Kevin's face since I shaked my hands with the devil.

I can’t feel I’m dating well. In my mind, I should have dumped this fatass and met Kevin Stoley. I don't want to hear this pig's crappy-third-rate drama filtring...

In any situation, Kevin and Clyde’s actions always compared. When we have dinner together, when we have a cheesy conversation...Kevin would have done better. Kevin would never have done this. Already my heart was full of Kevin Stoley, the Geeky kid.

Walking at the hallway with the girls, I noticed Kevin's face while he was talking to Bradley. Kevin looked pretending to be okay but dark. You must be upset and angry. I understand. What I did was really cheap to be blamed for. The pile of shoes only made me feel like I was strangling. I don't want to date with this pig anymore.

I took out my phone to contact the fatass by text message. Surprisingly, the pig had a text message first.

[See you for a second.]

Why did Clyde want to meet me now?

I went to the place where he asked. The backyard of a school It's a place where Goth kids smoke. They weren't there. Clyde taked time to say something.

"Let's stop dating now. "

Hell yes! I was so happy that I almost flew into the sky. That's what I was going to say! But if I like it too much, I'll have a bad reputation, right? 

"Yes. I don't care if you think so."

"Uh. You'll meet a nice guy someday. "

The Devil's contract for such a week was fortunately over. Later, when it turned out that Bebe was in the lead of cheating, I only knew that Clyde was in a big betrayal and had a huge fight with Bebe. But I don't care about their love affair. I had to pay attention to myself for now. I took out my smartphone to contact Kevin. I had to talk to him, this pig has nothing to do with me.

At that moment my hand stopped. Will Kevin ever be happy about this? Or will he get angry at me?

It was complicated. I've been avoiding Kevin because of his falling popularity and geeky ways, and I didn't know if he'd accept me or not. But I certainly wanted to talk.

I didn't avoid Kevin because I didn't like him.

I'm just fear of my bad reputation.

I'm sorry I've been acting like a dick all the time.

I like Kevin.

But I couldn't send a message because I didn't have the courage to say these words. In the end, I decided to keep it in my mind.

I'm a coward.

A month has passed. Kevin's face brightened up. Still, he never greeted me as first as before. Did he give up on me? I didn't feel very good. I wanted Kevin to come up to me again. Maybe he's trying to distance himself, just like me in the old days.

It was a moment when I learned what Kevin felt about me in the past. I thought I should have told him quickly. But if I starting hang out with Kevin... Everybody will think it’s weird What do Wendy and Bebe think of me?

I hated myself for thinking like a nerdy kid about Kevin. I wanted to be honest. I couldn't even tell anyone. But I didn't want to ask my mom and dad for help. I could see the answer what they say. Mom was a redneck, so I could see exactly what she was going to say, and Dad would gloss over it somehow. Adults are not helpful.

I have to change!

I'm not going to hide it anymore.

At this rate, Kevin might get farther away.

When I came to my senses at that moment, I was standing in front of Kevin breathing hard. Next to him, his friends - Francis, Bradley and Dogpoo - were looking at me with a look of "What's going on?". Kevin's face began to turn red. Kevin's expression looked a little complicated. He looked at me and was at a loss what to do. I took a deep breath and shouted at his shoulder.

"Kevin! See you at Stark’s Pond today! After dinner!"

"Huh?"

“What ‘Huh?’ Kevin! I'm serious! Don't hang out anyone tonight! See you at 7.pm!"

Leaving Kevin alone in confusion, I hurried out of school. Heavy snow was falling in the gloomy sky. White, big snowflakes bumped into me. The snow on my hot face melted and cooled my face. I'm sure he will come out. But what should I say?

But I got my mind. I have to finish everything. Whatever I hear from Kevin...

The snow had almost stopped and was falling little by little. It was freezing cold. I could hear the sound of snow stamping from behind me. I could tell who it was, but I didn't want to look back. I wasn't confident.

"Red."

The voice almost similar to Craig stuck in my ear. the voice that speaks timidly without confidence. When his voice became confident, it was only when he talked about Star Wars, Star Trek, and science and math. If he act having a little confident, he wouldn't have been treated like a nerd. Kevin is stupid.

Whether he knew what I was thinking or not, Kevin approached me and began to speak softly.

"Now you want to talk to me? I've been waiting, Red."

Until you talk to me again, I don't know how long I've been waiting... Kevin blurted out the end of his words. I hated that. Why didn't he just talk to me first if he waited so long? I looked at him, who spoke so confidently. He was blushing. It must have been because it was cold, I wanted to think like that. When I saw his cute, red face, my face began to heat up. I felt like my heart pounding so hard. Where do I start with this? I sorted out all the complicated thoughts in my head step by step.

"I've wanted to talk to you, too."

I really wanted to talk with you, like in kindergarten, like in early elementary school, I wanted to see the stars again and watch a movie with you, I wanted to talk a lot about nerdy things. I wanted to stay with you all the time - my lips trembled every time I said. I couldn't stop crying. Hot tears trickled down the cheeks. The wind made my eyes freezing cold.

"I didn't want the others to think it was weird, so I ignored it even if you say hi to me. And it's not because I want to date Clyde before, he's giving hot shoes to me! That's why I dated with him. So... so..."

I'm sorry.

I felt relieved. It’s like feel when you put in a mint candy and take a picture of cool water. How will Kevin react? Maybe he will pissed off. Or he will leave here cursing at me saying two-face bitch.

But Kevin was too sweet to do that.

"I already knew."

Did he know that? So he was been patient and waiting until now. I feel so guilty.

"And I'm not mad at you, Red, no, Rebecca. I'm telling you, I was upset when you was dating Clyde, but I've never been angry with you, Rebecca Mcauther."

Kevin is a liar. It was a stupid sound. It was impossible that his favorite child acted like this and he wasn't angry. I grabbed him by the collar.

"Don't fuck with me! Tell me the truth! You're angry, aren't you? I've been avoiding you because my classmates treat you like a pussy! Why aren't you angry? Besides, I caused a scandal with Clyde Donovan! Are you a idiot? Get angry! Get mad! "

I looked at Kevin's face and let go of his collar again. I just made a sudden advance. Kevin carefully opened his mouth again.

"But I don't want to say bad things to you, Red."

I've liked Red since I first met you in South Park, and I thought I should put up with it if you could be happy. I want Red, Rebecca McArthur to be happy.

Every time he opened his mouth, my heart felt like it was melting. Kevin is sweet  and kind as I expected.

"Would you like me, even I act being dick to you again?"

Kevin answered my question right away.

"Yes. Everyone makes mistakes. And I like Red whoever you is. Even you’re not hot.”

This is why I couldn't hate Kevin Stoley. Everybody like me because of my appearance and popularity, but Kevin was the only kid who covered my shortcomings. So that’s why I kept Kevin in my mind. When people left and came back from me, Kevin Stoley was always be my side ever since, who could always listen to me and share my favorite things without laughing at me.

Kevin held me in his arms around me without saying a word. His short height didn't cover me up, but I hugged him tightly. A moon and a few small stars were shining on us in the black South Park sky. If time had stopped like this. It's cheesy, typical, and like a third-rate drama, but I whispered quietly in his ear.

"I like you, Kevin Stoley. You are like that shiny, little star.”

Kevin said in a small, but soft, sweet voice that I had ever heard.

"...I love you too, Red Mcarthur."

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okie it’s my first time writing this in Korean and I wanted to show my fics to you guys! I had translated this for 4 hours. Google translations are suck and I thought I had to do this.

[cordonianqueenie]

My LoveLink Matches Ranked (so far!)

1. Stefan Silver

I know, I know. And as previously stated this makes me feel very basic but the heart wants what the heart wants. And the heart apparently wants a pixilated man with severe family trauma and an inability to trust people who gave me the hands down hottest date that lasted ALL NIGHT 🔥.

2. Austin Russo

So damn sweet. He takes time to warm up to you but when he does he is the loveliest. Also this storyline brings the Drama which I love. Only downfall is the lack of a proper date. I wanna wistfully lock eyes with my man through the bulletproof glass as we talk through those little phone things. 😆 🤣

3. William Crome

I never thought that single handedly tearing apart a pack of vampires to protect our love and then delaying our date so he could dispose of the bodies and clean up was what did it for me but it seems it is. I was initially worried we were getting Twilight vibes but no definitely more of a All Souls Trilogy vibe going on. And you know that picture where he's wearing the shirt with the lace up front and giving a little half smile? Love.It.

4. Albert Bishop

Albert is really nice, maybe too nice? I like him best when he's being flirty. I think the only thing holding him back on this list is my personal awful experience if military guys. Sorry Albert 😘.

5. Jamie Grant

Cute hacker who said he loves how I get flirty in dangerous situation. Which is good because its literally my only move. Hes a bit a a dummy for not realising who OZO was cos I felt it was pretty obvious but I will let him get away with it cos I do have a weakness for computer nerds.

6 Daniel Anderson

Love the slow build zombie storyline. Love that he names his lab rats after famous scientists. Love the hot chat about wearing labcoats and nothing underneath. I'm sad that when we went on our date I didnt want to spend any gems so I let him down with a rubbish date about cooking eggs. And he sent me this picture when our relationship status went up and I kinda wish my 'never leaves the lab' virologist didn't have quite just chiselled abs.

7. Jaden Bower

When he abandoned me in a pool after forgetting to mention we were breaking and entering i went for all the negative interaction options. I got so angry with him and like I still think the sad little rich boy who turns to petty crime is not the most attractive thing but he won me over with his passion for engineering and whats turning into a pretty interesting storyline. So definitely midtable.

8. Capt. Muffin

Also midtable because we haven't got very far into the story but I do like the idea of the guy with social anxiety so bad that he talks to his matches through his cat rather than just be himself until he feels comfortable with them. That is just all kinds of adorable.

9. Dominic Wright

He's super cute but his story is so dry and dull. Like dude crazy ex girlfriend? That's what we are going with here? Are you aware that other people on this app are fighting for their lives on death row or turning me into a vampire? Step your game up!!

10. Hugo Hornsby

Oh Hugo. I feel like they wanted it both ways. They wanted you to be a nice guy but they also wanted a forbidden love element. The result is just really messy where you come across as weak and ineffectual but also a guy willingly carry on an emotional affair behind the back of your fiancée of seven years. Pick a lane you can't be the nice guy and be creeping.

11. Rafael Becker

Rafael was actually my first match and I really got into the sci-fi cultist village stuff but it just started to fall a little flat for me after a while and I lost the romance. And the dream date was just too weird.

12. Noah Cruz

Cute dog really not much else of note in this story so far for me. I feel like we might be getting into it now I'm in Alaska but yet to be seen. Also not choosing diamond options turned me into this weak willed loser who couldn't commit to boarding a plane. Which pissed me right off.

13. Zayn Kassab

OK so this is going to make me sound awful but he is just way too nice. I literally walked off his set after agreeing to be the tree spirit and he didn't even get mad about it. So I frequently find myself forgetting about him.

14. Sam Knight

Too young and I feel like he's coming across as a bit of a narcissist and I'm really not here for that.

So that's my list. Sorry I've only been matching with guys so Ive got no opinions on the girl matches.

[awkward-gay-bro]

Rush Recruitment

Jack wasn’t really looking forward to spending his whole day with this Freshman, but his fraternity president, Kyle, told him getting this kid to pledge Theta was of the upmost importance. Apparently this kid’s dad is the head of some tech company and rakes in enough to make sure the Frat would be funded for decades of this kids donations alone. Of course, Kyle wasn’t the first person to come up with this idea so Jack wasn’t the only guy trying to court this kid. God, that’s what if felt like, too. 

Jack had never had to put this much effort into getting a girl to want to be with him. And why would he? At a couple inches over six feet, broad shoulders and a nice swimmers build, Jack didn’t have to do the courting at all. Jack made sure to keep his deep red hair short, almost military length, and girls went crazy for his light coating of freckles, which was barely noticeable on his tanned skin. Jack made sure to be outside as much as possible. His way of staying in shape was from spending as much time running in the sun, preferably without the constraints of a shirt. 

Jack had just finished typing up a report for his engineering class when he got the text from Kyle to come downstairs. He easily could have just walked up the stairs and grabbed him, but Kyle always liked to be the one in control. When Jack got downstairs it looked like the rest of the Frat had already made their way off to their beach day, Jack was hoping he could get this all over with as quickly as possible so he could join the gang. 

Kyle was in the living room, he’d moved all the furniture around so that he could do planks in front of the tv. Where as Jack had focus on running and sports to get his body where it was, Kyle spent all his time sculpting every muscle. Kyle was doing a brief workout now, but there was no doubt that he would be hitting the gym before he hits the beach. 

“Oh there are you, Jack,” Kyle said, a bead of sweat dripping from his sandy blonde hair. “Tyler will be here in less than an hour for the tour of the house. It is your job to show him why he’s going to join our frat. Talk about the Sigma Kappa girls and how we’ve got them hanging on every word. Dude sounds like a nerd, so talk up all the sex he’ll finally be having.”

“I’m sure he’s doing fine Kyle, kid’s got money, and money talks,” Jack retorted. Kyle only ever thought with his dick and always assumed everyone else had the same problem. 

“Yeah well show him how much better the pussy is gonna be once he is a brother.” Kyle’s phone buzzed twice. “Speak of the devil, looks like he’s here early. God, dude can’t even knock on a door, he’s gotta send a text for us to let him in. What a bitch.”

“It’s not a big deal, dude,” Jack said as he walked towards the front door. Standing there at the front door was a guy who was pretty much average in every way. Someone you definitely wouldn’t pick out of a crowd. Shaggy brown hair, light brown eyes. Jack noted how weird it was that this kid had so much money considering he was wearing a beat up shirt from some band and a slightly too big, slightly faded, red flannel. The only sign he was remotely wealthy was the smart watch around his wrist. Not one Jack was familiar with. Tyler was in decent shape but it’s obvious he’s never hit a gym before, that’d have to change if he was joining Theta. 

“Hi, you must be Tyler.”

“Yeah, and you’re Jack, right?”

“Yep, I’m going to be showing you around the Frat today and hopefully I’ll get to be your big bro soon enough,” Jack said with almost too much energy, not realizing how disingenuous it comes off. “Come on in, man! I’m super excited to show you around.”

As Tyler and Jack entered the front hallway, Kyle started walking towards them with his gym bag. “Hey, Tyler, sorry I couldn’t stay to show you around myself, but I gotta hit the gym. Don’t worry, you are in great hands here with Jack.”

“Oh that sucks, I was really looking forward to you showing me the house. I actually brought some beer to thank you,” Tyler said, pulling a couple bottles out from his backpack. 

“Ah there will be plenty of that later on,” Jack said, not wanting to drink with a freshmen if he might not be in the frat. 

“Hey, if our newest brother to be wants a drink, let’s have a drink,” said Kyle, never one to say no to some day drinking. “Plus, we’re going to do what ever it takes to show Tyler here why he wants to join, isn’t that right, Jack?”

“Right,” said Jack, giving in. 

With that Tyler cracked open three bottles handing the two with a red label to Jack and Kyle, and keeping the blue one to himself.

“I only have one of the stouts left, hope you guys like IPAs,” Tyler said quickly. And with that the three sat down for a drink. They talked for a moment about the best place to eat on campus and where the best parties were, other than Theta of course. Kyle downed his beer as fast as possible, wanting to spend as little time humoring the pledge as he could. There’s a reason he shoved this task on Jack. 

“Well guys, wish I could stay and chat longer, but the gym beckons. Don’t wanna miss all the Sigma girls doing yoga, either. Remember, Jack, whatever it takes.”

“Yep,” said Jack begrudgingly.

After Kyle left the tour seemed to go just like any other. Jacked showed him the kitchen, stocked to the brim with munchies and booze. He showed him the game room, pool table, air hockey, and beer pong. But as they started walking up the stairs to take a look at the open rooms, Jack’s head started to feel light. Every step seemed to be a little more off than the last. 

“Woah man, that beer must have been strong,” Jack chuckled, “I’ve never felt like a lightweight before.” Jack thought to himself, rich kid must be able to get some really nice shit if a simple beer was this strong. 

“Really, you kind of look like a lightweight,” Tyler said oddly, at 6′2 Jack was a good three inches on this kid, and definitely 30lbs of muscle heavier. But as they reached the top of the stairs, Jack realized they were looking eye to eye. Huh, must not of realized how tall he was, Jack thought to himself.

“Now, Kyle would be pissed at me if I didn’t talk up the girls you’ll be getting to meet if you join Theta. Our sister sorority has the hottest girls on campus,” Jack said, trying to shrug off the fuzzy feeling that beer gave him. 

“Oh I think I’ll do fine by myself,” Tyler replied, “But uh, what kind of girls?” 

“All kinds of girls, man, whatever your type is, we’ve got you covered.”

“Yeah, but what’s your type of girl?” Tyler asked. “I wanna know.”

“I don’t know man, I like all girls. Girls in general are my type.” Jack said, not really caring to have this conversation. 

“Well, do you like blondes, brunettes,”

“I really couldn’t care less about their hair color, to be honest with you, man. That’s not what I’m focused on,” Jack said. 

“Oh okay, nice, I’m glad,” Tyler said weirdly, “You like short hair or long hair, or what?”

”Long hair I guess,” Jack said, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Do you prefer a hottie or are you more looking for a cute girl?”

Jack was always trying to come off like a gentlemen, one of the good guys, so he quickly said, “I like a cute girl, nice smile, but honestly I care a lot more about her brain.” Tyler seemed to roll his eyes at that answer. Jack just smiled back at him, and continued to the next room, forgetting to even say anything about the room they were in. 

As Tyler asked more and more questions Jack’s head started to feel a little fuzzier and fuzzier and his answers got a little more candid. “So tell me about her body, you look like you work out, you like a muscled girl, too?”

“Nah, don’t get me wrong, I want a girl who’s in shape, but I like a girl to be slim. I like them to be shorter than me, too,” Jack said, looking up to Tyler to make sure he was making eye contact. 

“Are you an ass man or a breast man?” 

“I guess I can’t lie, I love a nice ass. Really, the bigger the better,” as Jack said that, Tyler’s face really started to light up. Jack’s basket ball shorts had been pretty loose this morning, and had been feeling even looser as the tour went on, but now he was noticing how tight they suddenly felt around the waist. I wonder if nylon shrinks in the wash, Jack thought to himself. As Jack backed into the next room, he backed right into a lamp, knocking it over. I’m really off my balance today, he thought. 

Tyler reached down and pulled the lamp back up, turning it on once it was upright. “This room looks nice, that’s a pretty big mirror, though,” he said, pointing at the mirror in the corner of the room. “You guys spend a lot of time looking at yourselves?”

“This is Kyle’s room, he likes to watch himself while he works out,” Jack said, his head still a little foggy. 

“I wonder what else he likes,” Tyler said, staring into Jack’s eyes. As he did Jack started to notice how off things seemed in this room. That mirror didn’t use to be that big. It used to just be a little taller than him, but now there was plenty of room between the top of his head and the top of the mirror. Jack stared at his reflection, suddenly noticing everything that was wrong with it. His ginger hair that was usually short and combed was now falling wildly down past his ears. It looked like he had spent hours prepping it to look like he’d spent no time at all. His eyes were still blue, but they were somehow bluer, but more insane was that his eyelashes looked longer then any girl’s he’s seen. His lips were fuller, and rosy, almost like he had glossed them, and they stood out against his pale freckled face. Whereas he usually looked rugged, he looked almost, cute?

As he was staring into his own eyes, wondering where his tan and his masculinity had gone, Tyler started to walk up from behind him. As he was walking towards Jack, Tyler made eye contact with Jack through the mirror, and smiled. That’s when Jack realized how much taller Tyler had grown, or, he realized, how much smaller he had become. He kept thinking of himself as 6′2′’ but there’s no way he was more than 5′6′’ if that. “What the hell, it looks like all the fat and muscle on my body just disappeared!” Jack yelled, not breaking eye contact. 

“Well that’s not completely true,” Tyler said, grabbing Jack by the waist and slowly turning him, still not breaking eye contact with his reflection. That’s when Jack saw why his basket ball shorts felt so tight. Though they were billowing at the bottom of his now thinner legs, the shorts looked like they would split down the middle if he moved too quickly. It looked like all the fat and muscle in his body had been relocated to the new shelf of an ass that was somehow defying gravity with how perky it was. 

Tyler placed a palm on each one Jack’s giant cheeks and turned him around until they were facing each other. Tyler held Jack so close he could feel Tyler’s bulge hardening against his stomach. God how the fuck could he be so small this guy’s bulge was higher than his belly button. As Tyler continued to caress Jack’s supple globes, Jack looked up, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and softly said, “How?”

“Well my dad’s tech company has been working on some pretty cutting edge stuff and I wanted to test it out. And you guys said you’d do anything to get me in your frat.”

“But how did you,”

“The drinks I gave you guys had the tech in it, which is linked to my watch,” Tyler said while pulling Jack closer, “I programmed it to make you your perfect type. So while you described your new body, my watch listened. I’m so glad you said hair color didn’t matter, I love a red head.”

Tyler then lifted Jack’s lithe frame up by his massive rear and kissed his cherry lips. Jack thought to himself that he should be fighting this, that he shouldn’t want to punch this asshole, that he should be a man not some little bitch, but all he could do was fall into the kiss and feel so safe in Tyler’s arms. He was willing to do anything to get Tyler to join the frat. 

A noise came from down stairs and they heard an unfamiliar voice, realizing someone had just come home. Tyler pulled away, Jack almost whimpering that the kiss was over, and said “You know, I had planned on doing this whole thing with Kyle, but I’m so glad that I got to spend all this time with you.”

That’s the first time Jack thought of anyone other than Tyler and himself since he realized what had happened. Holy shit, what is his meathead frat president going to do when he sees a giant assed little twink where his wingman used to be. 

“Don’t worry though, I’ve been texting Kyle from my smart watch this whole time. He seemed to have a much more specific type then you.”

As they walked down stairs, Tyler’s arm draped around Jacks tiny waste, resting on his shelf, Jack saw an image that shocked him more than his own reflection. 

While still undeniably him, Kyle looked nothing like the gym rat muscle jock that left the house earlier today. Standing even shorter than Jack and weighing even less was a cherubic faced blonde twink. His long golden locks fell in curls all around his face, his lips were so full he looked liked he was always pouting, and his eyelashes looked like they had a natural mascara as they fluttered lightly. 

It was obvious Kyle had rifled through other people’s lockers, as the outfit he was wearing was one he never would have been caught dead in before, let alone fit in. But there he was, standing in a black tanktop, his midriff showing the serious lack of definition he now had, his arms slender, everywhere seemingly hairless. 

His shorts proved what Jack already knew, that Kyle, too, was an ass man. The tiny pink booty shorts weren’t enough to hide his cheeks from sneaking out the bottom. His ass was almost as perfect as Jack’s. 

As Kyle noticed Jack and Tyler, he squealed with excitement, and started to slowly walk towards them. His hips swaying hypnotically as he did. 

“I am soooo glad to see you guys. I have like no idea what is going on, none of my clothes fit me after I showered at the gym, can you like unshrink something in the wash?” Kyle asked, glancing down at Tyler’s package as he did. 

“I thought this might happen, he told me he doesn’t like a girl that is too brainy,” Tyler whispered into Jack’s ear. Jack didn’t really care what he’d just said, he just liked the feeling of Tyler’s lips on his ear. “He also told me she has to be a great and easy lay, though, so why don’t we three head up stairs?” Tyler said, grabbing Kyle by the cheek and pulling him in to his arms to walk side by side with him and Jack. 

As they laid in bed spooning, Jack’s giant ass pressed hard against Tyler’s bulge, Jack asked, “So, are you going to join the frat, I’d love to have you as my little bro.” Tyler chuckled, “I’m pretty sure I’d be the big bro at this point, but I am definitely looking forward to being a theta. And don’t worry, I’ll share Kyle, but you are all mine.” With that he pulled Jack even closer, grinding into him, “Ready for round two?”

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As the Theta brothers stumbled home drunk from a long day and night of drinking at the beach, they headed towards the living room and all collapsed on the couches. Kole asks his brothers who’s beer is sitting on the coffee table and find a note that reads, “So excited to join the Theta family, these beers are on me! -Tyler.” 

“Looks like that nerdy rich kid joined already,” said Nate. 

“Well, hopefully Kyle teaches him a thing or two about being a man, but if he’s giving out drinks I’m good,” said Hunter. And with that they each cracked open a beer. 

[muckrakerhq]

PRESENTING … FONDUE FOR TWO, EVERY TUESDAY, HOSTED BY JOEY HUMMEL-ANDERSON.

featuring… this week’s guests, @ljholliday​ & @frankiepucker

fondue for two is a weekly internet talk show hosted by joey hummel-anderson. fondue for two, joey, and the muckraker team strive to get all the steaming gossip while he interviews guests of his choice over a steaming pot of cheese.

[Again, Joey’s room – the same setting as usual, but instead of having two guests over, Joey only has Frankie Puckerman sitting across from him] 

JOEY: Hello everyone and welcome back to Fondue for Two! Before we start, I just wanted to thank everyone who voted for me for Homecoming Prince, I did deserve that crown. We’re here today with one of the most powerful lesbian in McKinley, Frankie Puckerman! There were supposed to be two guests today, but I’m guessing she got lost on her way here, so we’re just starting. I’m not sure if she’ll even show up… So, Frankie, are you excited for finally being on Fondue for Two?

FRANKIE: Yeah, sups stoked, Big Joe. I think it's gonna be your most entertaining show yet. Can't say I'm sad about being alone though... this shit feels comfy cozy with just us right now.

JOEY: Well, I'm glad to hear that! I think it would still probably be for the best if we had another guest, but I can always ask Gil some questions. Okay, first question, who do you think was the best dressed at Sadie's? Besides me, obviously.

[The door opens-- a man's voice can be heard telling non other than LJ to have fun! LJ stares from Joey to Frankie for a moment before taking her seat. She avoids looking at Frankie and shifts uncomfortably in her seat.] 

 LJ: sorry i'm late and shit.

FRANKIE: Best dressed? Bro you know I don't pay atten - wait, what? LJ's the second guest?

JOEY: Nice of you to show up, LJ, I thought I told you to be here on time! And yes, LJ's my second guest... I needed two lesbians, okay? LJ, do you have anything to say about who was the best dressed at Sadie's?

LJ: um, i don't fuckin know, dude. i thought fran--francisco looked good. he's that foreign exchange student.

JOEY: Is he the one who passed out in the bathroom? Because I saw him lying on the floor but I didn't help because I thought he was asleep. Moving on, now that you're here, I guess I can ask some questions the fans sent. Is it true that you both left Sadie's earlier to go buy scissors?

LJ: sure, tworty.

FRANKIE: Yep, just really wanted to do some arts and crafts under the big stupid lights.

JOEY: Cool! Let me just scroll on my phone for more questions, there's a lot about scissors. Maybe you guys should start a crafts club or something! Right, here we go... Frankie, why did you kiss LJ? Wait, you two kissed?!

LJ: dude, are you a fucking moron? why would you ask that?

FRANKIE: No, it's fine. No biggie. There was spiked punch and I had a shit ton, Joe. That's it.

JOEY: I wasn't the one who asked, I didn't even see you guys kissing! But okay, I guess that's a fair answer. I mean, we've all kissed someone when we were drunk, right? Okay, moving on... Who are the hottest girls in school? And you have to be honest!

LJ: you still willingly chose to ask that one though, dude. but right. we were just drunk and shit. LJ: anyhow hottest girls in school. . . i can get behind some mild objectification, do they have to be gay?

JOEY: No, it can be any girl!

FRANKIE: Easy. Wren, Ruby, and Rory.

LJ: i would probably say eli st.james. LJ: vega is hot too though. even if she's recently become a fuckin' traitor with that cheerios bullshit.

FRANKIE: Cheerios are hot as shit bro c'mon. Traitor or not.

LJ: ...  LJ: not really my type.  LJ: i guess ruby's pretty though.

JOEY: Okay... Interesting choices, but we all know that I'm the hottest Cheerio! Moving on, LJ, is it true that you live in the forest because you're secretly an elf?

LJ: no?  LJ: you've been to my house, bitch.

JOEY: Liar! You said that was your house, doesn't mean you live there! Anyway, Frankie, is it true that you've been a theater nerd all along, but you've been hiding it all this time?

FRANKIE: I almost violently ignored my mom blasting broken Broadway songs through my childhood so that's going to be a hard pass. You confused me into auditioning, remember? I look like a theater nerd because of you. Both of you, actually.

LJ: you lost a bet fair and square, franks-- ie.

JOEY: Oh yeah... You guys are being weird, is everything okay? Is Gil's presence too much for you? Because I get that.

FRANKIE: Yeah, totally starstruck over here.

LJ: because of your fish? no.

JOEY: That's mean, but fine... So, if it's not about Gil, then why are you acting so weird, LJ? And don't worry Frankie, you can totally get an autograph.

FRANKIE: We should just spend the rest of the time watching Gil give different things autographs, probably. That's what the viewers want, I'm sure.

LJ: im not acting weird. your show is fuckin weird. but i agree. give the fish his starring role.

FRANKIE: His show isn't weird, LJ.

JOEY: Maybe some other time, but Frankie's right, my show isn't weird! It's awesome! Moving on... who's the best person you've kissed, Frankie? And you can't say LJ because she's here.

FRANKIE: I dunno some chick at Crawford or something. I don't ask for names most of the time. FRANKIE: LJ's turn.

LJ: huh. i don't think i can fairly answer this question if i'm being real with you both.

JOEY: Why not? Just give us a name!

LJ: because i've lived like a million fuckin places  and im not about to be the douche that's like 'oh you don't know them'

JOEY: I guess that's fair enough... I'm going to be honest here, this Fondue for Two is being really weird. Even Gil thinks so! Do you guys have something you would like to say to each other?

FRANKIE: Nah I'm good. We done here? I doubt LJ has some shit to say right now.

LJ: hold on what the fuck do you mean by that dude?

FRANKIE: Oh I thought it was pretty clear? You seem super busy lately. Just running off sometimes. Figured it was almost time for your next activity, yeah?

LJ: dude...

FRANKIE: Are we done, Joey?

JOEY: What? Oh, sorry... I mean, I guess so? I was going to ask if you two had fun, but it doesn't seem like it? Did you?

LJ: definitely don't think i'd try this shit out again. sorry.  LJ: can i head out?

FRANKIE: Yeah I'm out too. Thanks for having me, J. Maybe think about just doing one person from now on.

JOEY: Okay... Well, thanks for watching everyone! Make sure to tune in next week for more Fondue for Two! Maybe next time it'll be less intense than this!

[THE END]

[normal-thoughts-official]

Pornstars!AU where Magnus and Alec have been shamelessly flirting for sometime but haven’t done a scene together even though everyone has been clamoring for it. They finally get together and it is...wow! Everything and more. Alec makes Magnus cum so much that he’s shaking by the end of the scene and Alec has to stop a couple of times cuz Magnus’ cunt feels so good and he knows he’ll cum too soon if he keeps going.

god, the rest of the world wishes they got anons like mine. ilysm. please keep these coming, y’all

okay, so i’m thinking - camboys instead of pornstars? just because i think with like Actual Big Budget Porn it would be harder for this to happen, like, organically, with the director being there and there being like a script and shit

but it could be indie porn, or just big ole’ cam stuff. In the cam stuff case they would be pretty much responsible for themselves so i guess i’m going with that? anyway.

alec’s a bit more seasoned than magnus is, so when magnus starts doing cam stuff alec’s already got kind of a fanbase. magnus watches his stuff sometimes too - look, he’s only human, and Alec is hot and has a nice dick, and isn’t afraid to moan like most toppy guys are, and he just likes the way Alec seems to just. completely get into it and melt and relax. and he says some filthy things to the camera, too, smirks at it and asks how they like seeing his touch his dick, tells them he wishes he had a warm mouth to fuck into instead. and magnus is into that stuff, sue him.

alec also does a few feature films, sometimes. not all the time and there aren’t many “regulars” but he does

magnus doesn’t really. he doesn’t feel comfortable yet, and he likes to feel like he has some control. he’s been in some pretty unpleasant situations with camille - not related to sex work, actually way before he started working with that - so he likes to protect himself. not to mention being a trans brown guy - and a bottom - in this line of work can bring some unpleasant situations (when doesn’t it?) if he isn’t careful, so he won’t trust just anybody to do a feature live with him. 

what he does do, though, is take requests. that’s what gets him most of his money, really, and this way he gets to choose what he takes or doesn’t take - but usually people are reasonable, and generous, too. also, there’s something hot about touching himself exactly as someone says - it’s no secret he’s a sub, and he enjoys being told what to do, watched and praised by his followers. the money and gifts don’t hurt, either. all in all, it’s a win-win arrangement, and he enjoys it a lot.

he also does some Q&As sometimes, and at some point, someone asks him whether he watches other people. magnus mentions alec, which is- really not a big deal. he’s pretty popular and well-known, it’s not weird.

after that, he gets a request to film himself jacking off to one of alec’s videos.

he takes it.

and it EXPLODES

the fact that alec’s name, which is a pretty well-searched term, is in it, helps, of course. the algorithm shows it to more people. but the video is also just plain-old good. magnus moans so prettily and is very responsive to the stuff alec says in the vid, and he’s clearly very lost in pleasure and he just looks beautiful. 

up to this point, he wasn’t very popular, but he had his little niche of fans who were pretty loyal, and very generous. gotta have some incentive, after all.

but with that video he skyrockets and gets a lot of new subscribers and yup alec sees it

(cue, like, ten hours of him salivating) 

somebody eventually asks alec whether he’s seen the video and alec’s like “hm yes” and kinda smirks at the camera like “you know, if you ever wanna do a feat, hit me up” and everyone loses their fucking shit over it, of course. two of the hottest camboys on the site! and they have a similar style and kinks and you could just tell, like, that their chemistry would have been amazing

the clamor for them to do a feat only rises and rises so eventually magnus ends up messaging him and they start to talk. but he doesn’t want to do a feat, at least not yet. he doesn’t feel ready as a whole and i mean - alec is cis and white. he’s gotta make sure he’s comfortable

and alec is super understanding and never pressures him or even asks him about it, really, they just start to talk. so they’re like chatting privately and quickly becoming friends, and also doing this whole thing where they’ll flirt like crazy on camera and leave messages for each other and stuff, because 1- it’s funny; 2- it draws attention when they do it and that’s more money for the both of them. 

they don’t really flirt when they’re chatting privately, though. they just talk like two people. eventually they even exchange phone numbers so they can talk better. they become actual friends, and they talk about everything from their work to just silly stuff. magnus tells alec about his plans to become a pharmacist, about his studies on medicinal properties of snake venom, but they also talk about stuff like the shows they watch, how annoying alec’s sister izzy is, they probably play something dumb like online uno once and almost kill each other. alec also gives magnus some tips since he’s a bit more seasoned. they also laugh at the little jabs and flirts they leave for each other in their vids, you know, stuff like that

anyway, it’s kind of a more slow burn thing, especially for magnus - who’s still a little wary - but they’re slowly falling in love, in that way that feels so natural that you don’t even realize it for a while. they meet a couple of times, and don’t do anything - they just live in neighboring towns, or maybe the same, big city? anyway - they just hang out and talk and laugh and it’s cute and fun

eventually magnus decides he trusts alec enough to try, especially since - well, alec’s hot. and they are, hm, compatible, sex-wise. so they sit and have a talk and discuss what they are willing to do or not and kind of reach a few agreements, you know, that sorta stuff. very professional and all that.

well, they do the do and it’s like holy shit. it’s electric and they have so much chemistry and understand each other so well, which - shouldn’t come as a surprise since they’re friends, right? but it does, and magnus, like, completely forgets about the camera tbh - which is the opposite of a problem because it only makes him more vocal and loud and everybody loves that

and at this point magnus is kind of touch-starved because damn, it’s been a while, and alec is all like “fixing that is my number one purpose in life”, so he touches magnus all over, runs his hands over his body, shows him off to the camera a bit (he’s lucky and he knows it, all right), kisses him, pulls his hair and fucks him good. and magnus comes and comes and comes until he’s pretty much a crying mess, and alec has to frequently slow the pace and pretend he’s doing it just to tease magnus and hear his needy little noises (and he is, at least partially) but really he’s just gonna come at any minute now because magnus is so fucking beautiful and feels so fucking good under him

eventually the video ends, and magnus is just lying boneless on the bed, all like “holy shit,” and alec is just like “damn, that one got a lot of views, i think it might have broken my record already” and that’s when they both realize that they had, like, completely forgotten about how that was just a work thing, they were so wrapped up in each other. and that’s probably when it dawns on the both of them that they may have fallen in love.

fun! terrifying! but fuck their lives, right, because the horny community is very into this stuff and it was, objectively speaking, fucking amazing. cue them becoming sorta friends-slash-coworkers with benefits and, hm. pining.

(i just love mutual pining okay. let me live)

they usually save the kinkier stuff to do on camera but they begin to- have sex off-camera. just for fun. scratching an itch! and in the off-camera sex they are just. clearly making love. like clearly. there’s no other way to describe the way alec holds him, or the way magnus moans alec’s name, or the reverent touches alec leaves on him that are just slow and feel imprinted all over magnus’ body. but neither of them really realize that

until, i guess, at some point they’re doing some request that’s more vanilla and they forget the camera’s there again and they end up having that almost heartbreakingly tender sex? and everyone is like “hm,” and eventually afterwards they both watch the video and are like “oh fuck”. magnus is like mortified because it’s so obvious that he’s got a crush god damn it, but then alec asks him out and oaduhsudajsdams look i love those idiot nerds. anyway that’s a happy ever after for the both of them and they become the porn world’s most amazing power couple the end

[nevrgoinoutastyle2876]

Hey so I don’t normally posy other fandom stuff on here but this is my most followed account and I need some advice on a fic. It’s destiel, please tell me if it’s any good and if you like it I’ll post the link to the rest of the story

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"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their features, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

My name is Castiel Novak, and I'm a mess.

One big giant mess. Let me tell you about my day, how it went from good to bad, and how I ended up getting pushed into a lake.

Today, it was summer. Well... months into summer. School would be starting in just about six days. I woke up to quickly find out that it was one of the hottest days of the year. The sun was beating down like thick blanket and never left the clear sky. If I had to guess I'd say the kids in my neighborhood were all playing in sprinklers and having fun, trying to make the most out of what little they had left of summer. Since school was starting very soon, I thought that I should possibly do the same thing, and make the most of what I had left of the season.

I woke up early in the morning. I traveled down the stairs to see an all to familiar view. My Dad was no where in sight, probably in his room writing. My mom was sitting at the kitchen counter reading a magazine, completely ignoring the chaos in the living room.

To tell the truth, what was happening in the living room wasn't all that bad, but, still disturbing. Even though I've seen a lot worse go down in that room. The tv was on and Gabriel, my little brother was sitting on the floor in front of it, constantly changing channels. Anna, my sister, sat on the couch. She was pressed all the way to the end of the couch, trying to still sit there while being as far away from the other end of the couch as she could.

Why was she trying to stay away from the other end of the couch you might ask? Well... Luci, my oldest brother, was there, and so was his boyfriend, Michael. Michael and Luci have been dating for about a year or so. I was shocked they'd made it this long, seeing at they were polor opposites. Michael graduated highschool with a perfect GPA and taking a all advanced courses, while being a star football player as well. Now, he's going to college and spends his free time either with Luci or shadowing the doctors at the hospital so that it'll be easier for him to get a job there. Probably as a heart surgeon or something. Also he had a spotless criminal record.

Meanwhile, Luci had probably all E's in his classes before he dropped out. Never once touched a football and spent most of his time smoking weed with the other bleacher-creatures during the games. He was not attending any colleges and was job-less. His free time was spent either with Michael or at the police station, and it sure as hell wasn't for volunteering. I remember a couple times mom and dad refused to bail him out, so Michael had to go do it.

So yeah, I'm shocked they made it a year. But anyways, right now Michael was over and sitting on the couch with Luci. Well, it was more like Michael was sitting on the couch and Luci was sitting on top of him. They were making out. It was disgusting.

They were making weird moaning noises as Michael's hands practically groped Lucifers torso and chest. I wanted to gag.

I soon decided very quickly that I didn't want to be here, so slipped out the front door before anyone would stop me. Mom and Dad never cared if we went anywhere so I figured they'd be fine if I just left for a little while.

I opened the door and quickly went outside. I closed the door behind me and took a step out into the morning air. If I had to guess I'd say it was about 9:00am, the sun was blazing across the sky as I sat down. I let the warm air and occasional cool breeze wash over me. It was one of those, buy ice cream, go to the beach, summer days. I wasn't much of an outside person, but I enjoyed them none-the-less.

I stood up in my short sleeve, buttoned, baby blue shirt, and jeans before I began to walk down the street. My friend Charlie lived a few blocks down from me, and a few blocks down from there lived Dorothy. See, I had friends, but, there was only two of them. I have known Charlie forever, so we were always close. We met when we were probably five. I remember being at the park with Luci when I saw a small red-headed girl fall from the jungle gym. She looked hurt so I ran from Luci to see if she was alright. She was bleeding, but shockingly, not crying. I went to the bench where Mom was. I rummaged in her purse for the Band-Aids I always made her keep in there for reasons such as this.

I helped the girl bandage her arm to stop the small amount of blood. When I finished she turned to me with an incredibly bright grin and said, "are we best friends now?" And ever since then, we've never left each other's side.

Then Charlie met this girl named Dorothy when we first started middle School in sixth grade. She was pretty badass for a twelve year old and she shockingly decided to sit with us. So she became part of our group too. Now sixteen and we were all inseparable.

Charlie was the fun nerd in our group, she always had the best and craziest ideas out of all of us. Her bright and spunky personality made her instantly loveable. Dorothy was a bit more grounded but was always up for adventure, so when Charlie got an idea, Dorothy was the one to make it happen.

I was the downer of the group I assumed, mainly because I always tried to talk them out of their crazy ideas. But they were both stubborn and I bet if they had the chance to go to Oz they would take it in a heartbeat. They never listened to me, and of course, dragged me along with them every time they were up to some shenanigan. Like the day Charlie said we should go downtown and take edgy pictures of the train tracks, so we could be douchy hipster wannabes. The next day Dorothy grabbed her camera and yanked us downtown to the train tracks. That day we almost got hit by said train on the tracks.

See what I mean? Bad Ideas. But I will admit, there has been some good ones. Like two summers ago we were all sitting at Dorothy's house, bored with nothing to do, so Charlie randomly said we should go into town and take some weird class. We spent the whole afternoon learning pottery and making clay. That was fun.

So, in conclusion, I love my friends and their idiotic selves. That's why I was on my way down there now, to go do something interesting. I approached Charlie's house very quickly. Her house was small, probably the smallest out of all our houses. She was an only child and therefore really didn't need that much space. Her house was painted a red-ish orange color, it was like a burnt faded orange kind of. I don't know how to describe it, but it was pretty. Her grass was bright green lined with pink flowers around the house. Cute little white shutters to match with the windows.

The door was a plain brown and I smiled at it before I knocked. I always liked her house. I waited only mer seconds before the door burst open. Charlie looked like she had just been running. She grinned at me when she saw me standing in the doorway.

"I saw you coming from my room and came running." So I was right. She waited a bit before turning to stick her head into the house, "MOM IM GOING OUT WITH CAS!" She called, slamming the door shut immediately after.

I smiled at her again as she linked her arm with mine and started off down the porch steps. Today Charlie was wearing baggy jean shorts that went down to her knees, as well as a Star Wars t-shirt. Her head phones were wrapped around her neck and the cord trailed down her back into her pocket, where her phone probably was.

"Anyways, hi best friend!" She finally greeted once we made it to the sidewalk. I couldn't help but smile, even if it was faint.

"Hello Charlie." I greeted back, watching her long red hair bounce with each step.

"I was hoping you would come by today." She told me, seeming determined. I tilted my head a bit.

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked curiously, taking notice we were on our way to Dorothy's.

"Cant I just wannna see my friend!?... Alsooo when you were sick last week, me and Dorothy went out and discovered something really cool. We gotta show it to you." She sounded excited and picked up her walking pace subconsciously.

We made it to Dorothy's shortly after leaving Charlie's. Dorothy come out almost as fast as Charlie had, giving us her signature smirk before heading out. She was wearing skinny jeans and a brown shirt with her brown hair in a side bun. She was gorgeous I always thought, but not that I was into that kinda stuff.

We started walking down the road together, I started to sweat.

"Man it's hot out." Dorothy complained, sighing and wiping her forehead. Charlie smirked,

"Well duh, that's cuz I'm out here bitches," she grinned as Dorothy gave her a playful shove. I smiled shyly.

"Shut up," she told Charlie, still grinning, then laughing.

"So can anyone tell me where we are going." I asked curiously, changing the topic. I noticed Dorothy smirking.

"You'll have to wait." She told me, causing Charlie to suppress a smirk. I frowned.

"Guys, we are getting far away from town and-" I was quickly cut off by Charlie.

"Oh my gosh Cas, don't be such a stick in the mud. We'll be fineee." She urged, but I wasn't convinced.

"It's just that, you guys don't always have the best ideas..." I mumbled. Charlie looked fakely offended.

"How?!" She questioned while I just looked down sheepishly.

"Well, like... The train incident... that time you almost got us stuck on a flight to India, or when you and Dorothy got me to join your prank fight and we got covered in quick drying paint. Or when we went to the movies and that guy-"

"Okay, okay! You've made your point!" She informed quickly, a flustered blush forming on her face. I couldn't help my grin just a little bit.

After walking for what felt like forever, we were at what I thought was the edge if town. We lived in Michigan, smack dab in the center of the glove, in a town that, if you walked far enough, it turned into all wilderness. I think that's where we were now because on our very long walk we passed a bunch of trees and ponds. Now we were at the end of the dirt road, the very end before it faded into trees.

I would say I was scared, I would say being in the woods made me uncomfortable, I would say we should head back, but, I love nature. Nature is calming and beautiful, how could I say to turn back when we are in the best part of our town?

Charlie turned to me and grinned, Dorothy walked ahead of her. While Dorothy cleared the path, Charlie grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the opening Dorothy made by moving tree branches.

"Close your eyes." Charlie told me, and started guiding me through the forest.

"Please don't run me into anything." I pleaded, not fully trusting my red-headed friend. I could practically feel her eye roll.

"I won't," she grumbled, even thought she probably had been planning too before I stopped her.

"We're here!" Dorothy said, excitement filling her voice. Charlie smiled brightly and let go of my hand.

"Open!" She commanded cheerfully. I let my eyes flutter open and widen at the sight in front of me.

It was an absolutely beautiful lake.  It seemed almost deserted. No one was here and it appeared to be a place where no one ever went. The sun was shining bright and created a sparkling reflection in the crystal water. Trees surrounded the entire lake, lillypads and cat tails laid where the water meets the grass. Flowers, exotic ones that were bright orange and neon pink were also by the trees. I was shocked.

I took a step forward and grinned wide. I turned my head back to my two friends who stood behind me.

"How did you-" I started to ask how they found it, but Dorothy was already answering.

"Find it? Easy. We were going for a walk in the woods when, poof! Here it was! No one was here, and we knew we had to show you." She told me, smirking proudly as her and Charlie came closer to stand next to me.

"Well... I love it..." I stutter, speechless. I heard Charlie laugh next to me but I couldn't drag my eyes away from the beautiful sight to look at her.

I wasn't sure how long we had been there. It was a while that's for sure. We sat on the edge of the grass, our feet hanging in the water. We were just chatting about school and such when we heard something. It was yelling and laughing in the distance. The noises we're coming closer and I tensed. I recognized the noises all to well.

It sounded like Crowley and his friends. Fergus Crowley MacLeoud was his full name, but he had everyone call him Crowley. He was basically the head jock at school, despite him not being particularly that athletic. He somehow still made the football team and managed to be the most popular boy in school. He hung out with Azazel, Alistair, Lilith, Abbadon, and a few other of the popular kids. He didn't even like Abbadon, hated her to be exact, but still hung out with her because she was popular and head cheerleader. Lilith was another cheerleader, and incredibly beautiful at that, but very rude, she also had a little sister four years younger in Gabriel's grade. Her name was Ruby. Azazel and Alistair were just super creepy and rude. I hated them both, they always wanted to pick on someone. That someone usually being me.

They all seemed to follow Crowley blindly, except Abbadon, but she cooperated. I could hear their annoying screams and laughs getting closer, so I decided to stand. Charlie saw and stood too. Dorothy looked up at us both.

"Guys, it's okay, nothing's is gonna-" I knew Dorothy was gonna say nothing was gonna happen, and that we'd be fine, but she couldn't. That was because guess who came through the trees.

Crowley and his friends. I'm not typically one for swearing, but I really wanted then to f-off. Dorothy saw them and finally stood as well, glaring a bit as she watched the tree branches move, revealing them all.

"Well, well, well..." Crowley announced in a British accent. Today he was wearing black jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. Lilith wore a white sun dress and Abbadon wore a t-shirt saying, "the devil made me do it," and jeans. Everyone else wore very similar clothes to Crowley.

"Why are you here?" Dorothy asked bravely. Crowley grimaced.

"This is our spot so I'll have to ask you the same question." He growled, clearly very annoyed. Charlie jumped next to me.

"Anyone can come here, it's not just your spot." Dorothy spat, taking a step closer. No no Dorothy stop. Why do you have to be so brave?

"I suggest you leave before someone gets hurt." Abbadon threatened, pointing a pale, flawless, slender finger at Dorothy. Her nail was long and painted a bright shade of red that matched her lips perfectly.

But obviously, Dorothy wasn't going to back down. "Excuse you, but who the hell do you think you are. You don't own us." She snarled in return. Abbadon looked offended at her words, almost recoiling. A scowl formed on her sharp features. Then before I knew it, Crowley, Azazel, and Alistair were walking over.

I gulped, wishing that Dorothy just kept her mouth shut. Crowley stood right by us with his minions behind him.

"Leave." His one word filled the whole forest with venom and left a sting right in my throat because suddenly I couldn't speak. And even though Crowley was shorter then me, chubbier then me, and probably less strong, the way he carried himself made him so much more intimidating then I ever could be.

"We aren't leaving." Dorothy stated harshly. Crowleys stern facial features quickly changed and he back away from me and grinned.

"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their faces, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

If someone reads this and likes it, please let me know and I'll post more chapters

[davidcarner]

Pump Up the Jam Ch 1, Thunderstruck

A/N: Hi. So my wife is home, and this one has been kicking around in my head for bit. I'm throwing it out to see what everyone things. I continue to have ideas. Not all of them good, but this one….I'm not sure of to be honest. I give you Pump Up the Jam Ch 1, Thunderstruck

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck but I used to have the greatest cassette tape collection there ever was.

Chuck stood there, with hundreds of people around him, hearing that electric guitar and then the DJs voice cut through the people. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome….to….THE JUNGLE!" Guns 'n Roses Welcome to the Jungle began to play and the crowd went nuts. Chuck was bobbing his head to the music as he nodded at a woman eying him. He was dressed in his regular attire, black dress shirt, black tie, blue jeans and his black chucks. He was managing the hottest night club in the LA area, The Jungle. Eat that Bryce Larkin.

His earpiece went off. "Dude, we have a situation at the front door. JohnJohn is not letting some smokin' hot ladies in."

"Morgan," he replied warningly.

"Dude! I'm telling you, Vickie Vale type level."

Chuck grinned. "Let them in, get them to my VIP table, and I'll swing by later to check on them. Do we know why JohnJohn didn't let them in."

"Probably for the same reason his name is JohnJohn."

Chuck snorted. "Okay, I'll meet you in five, let me swing by the bar."

"Hey, Chuuuuck."

Chuck knew what he was about to ask."Yes, Morgan, she's wearing the Nerd Herd uniform again, why I don't know."

"Why? Dude, she looks AMAZING in it, and she gets all the tips wearing it."

True, but serving drinks to some guys….Chuck didn't care what she wore, he just knew some guys had no respect. "It's what else she might get that worries me."

"Dude, we both know Anna can kick both our ass at the same time."

Chuck couldn't help but grin at his buddy. "You find that hot, I know."

"And I'm secure enough in my manhood to admit it. Now go, I'll meet you in five."

Chuck ran by the bar, Big Mike had it running like clockwork. Lester pleaded to let him and Jeff perform live, and Chuck said no for what must have been the thousandth time. Skip was DJing like a champ, who knew that was his secret skill set? Jeff and Lester were still not allowed to be near the alcohol or the open mike, but surprisingly they had become amazing waiters, and after Jeff discovered that living in his van was his biggest problem, he had become one of the best employees at the club. Chuck gave a grin, and headed toward the stairs to see the ladies that JohnJohn was refusing to let in, thinking how one day had changed an expelled college student's life.

5 Years Ago

Big Mike walked over to Morgan. Both men watched Chuck, his head down at the desk.

"Thank you for not firing him yesterday, Big Mike. I don't know that making him a member of the Nerd Herd was required."

"Son, he's the smartest person in the store and can fix anything. Also, we all have matters of the heart, but that…that was weird."

Morgan nodded. "And I know weird." Both men nodded in agreement.

"Any idea what he's doing now?"

Morgan sighed and checked his watch. "It's 10:42 so it's either the Bryce kicked me out of college or is sleeping with my ex-girlfriend bad thoughts running through his head."

"WAIT, WHAT?" Big Mike looked at Morgan in shock as Morgan nodded. "That fool drove over 700 miles yesterday to find out she cheated on him?" Morgan nodded. "He needs out of this hell hole." Big Mike looked around. "We all do." Big Mike walked away as Morgan watched his friend who had his head down on the Nerd Herd Desk lost in his thoughts.

He looked around his room, and grabbed the last of his belongings. He started downstairs the Tron poster in tow. Many of his frat brothers told him how bad it was. He stopped in from of Bryce playing pool.

"I don't get it, Bryce. Why are you doing this?"

Bryce looked up, the usual look of confidence and cool on his face. "You did this to yourself."

That, that was bad, but yesterday…yesterday may have been a new low.

He was walking toward the sorority houses trying to think what to say to her, when two guys walking toward him spoke. "Hey, Chuck!" Chuck nodded and kept walking.

He heard them talk after he passed them. "That's the dude that got kicked out for cheating."

He stopped walking. "Yeah, I didn't cheat, actually, it's..." He was talking to no one, on a sidewalk, while everyone else was having a good time. He made his way to the Pi Delta Pi house. There was a beer pong game going on on the lawn. He looked around for something… "Oh! Hey, I'm just-" He emptied two balls into his hand. "If you guys don't mind, I'm just gonna borrow these. Continue with your game." He reached over and shut off the radio as he took a paddle as well. "Gonna have to turn this off, too." He turned toward the house ignoring the dozen or more people on the lawn. "Jill! Come on." He took the ping pong balls and started hitting them toward her window. "Jill! Hey! It's Chuck. Please, I-I want a chance to explain my side face-to-face."

The window opened and Shari stood there. "If Jill wanted to speak to you she would have returned one of your 28 phone calls."

"Hi, Shari." She gave him the most sarcastic smile ever. "Is she up there?" She rolled her eyes and walked away. "Jill... I, uh, I was on break at-at work. I'm actually working at a Buy More. Of all places, yeah. And I drove, you know, 346 miles straight from Burbank to see you and to tell you that I still love you."

The group behind him groan and as he turned someone cough-said "Loser!" They were all laughing at him.

"Chuck!"

He turned hearing her voice. "Hey, hey, Jill! Hey, um, I think I've thoroughly publicly embarrassed myself enough, so you think maybe we could go talk over some coffee or something like that?"

"It's too late, Chuck. It's over."

"When you say 'it's over,' you mean, like, this conversation's over, right? To be continued at the Starbucks?

Shari stuck her head out the window. "She's dating Bryce Larkin now, Chuck."

Chuck felt like he had been stabbed in the heart….again. "Bryce..."

Shari continued. "Deal with it." Jill said something to Shari leading to ANOTHER eyeroll.

He stared at her. "Is that true?"

They group behind him turned the music back on, ready to go on with their lives. She gave him a look of pity. "I'm sorry, Chuck."

He heard a bell ding, and he was sure it was Morgan. He put his hand out over the hand that was dinging the bell. "Not now, Morgan." It WASN'T Morgan. Morgan's hands weren't that smooth. He gulped and looked up at the laughing face in front of him. "Kayla."

"Figures I'm moving on, and you decide to hold my hand now. You have great timing, Bartowski."

"Moving on?"

Kayla grinned at him. "Yeah, I'm headed to bigger and better things."

Chuck gave her a flat look. "You got fired again."

She rolled her eyes. "Not so much fired as the club is under new management and they decided not to retain me." Chuck crossed his arms. "Okay, fine! He doesn't think the Indy rock scene is gonna work at Spaceland."

"Wha? How could he not?" Chuck was appalled. "What proof does he have?"

"The club lost a boatload of money."

Chuck's eyes got wide. "Well…he may have proof then."

Kayla handed him a card. It simply had a phone number and the name Hartley Winterbottom. "I'm moving on, but I told him that if there was anyone out there that could make this 80s and some 90s dance music work, it's Chuck Bartowski."

"Kayla-"

She held up her hand. "It's been good kid, too bad you didn't hold my hand earlier, we could have been something."

"You mean like the time you were crying when they towed your car away and I held your hand, patted your shoulder, and told you it was all gonna be okay?"

"See, we could have been something." She reached up, ruffled his hair as he just looked up to watch her turn and stroll out of the Buy More. Chuck watched her go.

"She's so hot." Chuck turned and saw Morgan looking in the direction she left.

"She was nothing but trouble, and not the kinda trouble you want to get into, but the kind that ends up stabbing you as you sleep one night."

"That's every man's fantasy, Chuck."

Chuck just shook his head and looked at the card. He looked around the Buy More…maybe he should call.

He opened the door to Spaceland and walked inside. He ran his hand down the banister, and remembered the no sliding rule. He couldn't now, maybe later. Maybe if he was manager. Why would anyone give him a job being a manager of a nightclub?

"Hello?" the English voice cut through his thoughts. "Is someone there?"

"Chuck Bartowski, sir." He saw a very dapper looking man head toward him, in the right light he had a James Bond look to him. But in regular light, he didn't seem to have the confidence or the suaveness. He appeared to be a regular guy. "Kayla said I should see you."

"I told her to have you call, but that's Kayla."

Chuck could have said nothing, and he knew he'd blame it on Kayla. "Mr. Winterbottom, sir. I know I should have called but I wanted to do this face to face, and that's my fault sir. Kayla makes enough screw ups without anyone adding on."

Hartley studied him. "Perfect song for two people in love?"

"Wha?"

Hartley shook his head and began to walk off. "I'm sorry Mr. Bartowski, but you don't seem to be the one I'm looking for."

He watched Hartley go, and he realized he was about to be stuck in the Buy More forever. His brain kicked into high gear. "Sir, I apologize, there are just too many songs with that little information. What else can you tell me?"

Hartley paused and turned. "She keeps denying how she's feeling."

Chuck nodded. "That helps, is there anything else.

Hartley started to walk back. "He's there for her, patiently. But, he won't be a doormat."

Chuck spread his hands with a smirk on his face. "Simple, Kenny Loggins, Nobody's Fool, from Caddyshack II. Highly underrated comedy."

Hartley stared at him. "There's no one on the dance floor and nothing is working, what do you do?"

Chuck gave him a look. "Are these supposed to be hard?" Hartley raised an eyebrow. "There's only one tried and true song to get you to dance, chair dance, lean against a wall and dance, or whatever kinda dance you want. Whitney Houston, I Wanna Dance With Somebody."

"And the name," Hartley said, waving his finger at the club in general.

"I have a…hokey idea."

"Go ahead, m'boy."

"The Jungle."

"That's not very…" Chuck was smirking. "I feel I'm missing something."

"Because every night, you can open this place up with the electric guitar cranking and your DJ screaming, Welcome to the Jungle, and GnR can hit."

Hartley stood there, barely nodding. "When can you start?"

"I need to give my boss two weeks notice."

"And you staff?"

Chuck's eyes got wide. "My staff?"

"Your people, Charles. May I call you Charles." Chuck nodded. "You need your people."

Now

Chuck stopped by Hartley's table to make sure the ladies were not on a do not enter list he didn't know about. Hartley told him no. Chuck tried not to look at the people he was sitting with. They were….not your typical folks at a dance club. Chuck left them and headed toward his table. As he began to climb the stairs, AC/DC's Thunderstruck guitar lick began. He climb the stairs as the guitar riff played on. He looked around, Morgan was nowhere to be seen.

He went to his table as the guitar continued with the drums. The lyrics began, and Chuck had to talk loud."Ladies, my name is Chuck Bartowski, and may I say….Welcome, to the Jungle."

"Rowr," the redhead said to him, making a claw-like swipe.

The blonde and brunette rolled their eyes. The brunette stuck out her hand and shook Chuck's. "I'm Zondra, the devil-cat here is Carina." Carina made another swipe. Chuck nodded at her. "And, the wallflower over here, is Sarah." Chuck turned to her as she turned to him, and their eyes locked. Chuck wasn't sure when he had seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

He extended his hand toward her. "Chuck Bartowski."

"Sarah Walker," she replied. Their hands touched, and as the chorus hit, Thunderstruck. The other two women stared at the two of them, Sarah and Chuck having shook hands, but each still holding the others. Chuck really thought he could be lost in her eyes forever.

She recovered first and removed her hand. "Seriously, you're parents named you Chuck."

"I think they were sadists." She grinned. "I don't remember ever seeing the three of you here before."

Carina and Zondra exchanged a look. Sarah and Chuck hadn't taken their eyes off of each other.

"We've tried to get in before, but the big guy outside…" Carina trailed off.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you guys can get in whenever you want," Chuck still hadn't taken his eyes off of Sarah and hers off of him. His earpiece went off. "I apologize, the job has perks, but sometimes duty calls." He began to walk off.

"Will you stop back by?" Sarah asked.

Chuck smiled at her. "I'll do my best." He gave her one last smile and left.

"I think we have our in," Zondra whispered to Carina.

"Yeah, but how far in?" Carina asked, grinning. Sarah ignored them and watched Chuck walk back down stairs.

A/N: It's an idea I've had. Let me know. And yes, I know what I said I will write, V2, Second Grade, Buy More High, and Casey and Walker. They're all coming I promise. I've heard many asked how I keep them all straight. Asperger's blessing/curse. Take care…Until next time.

DC

[kittenwritesstuff]

Fooled around and fell in love

Gif’s not mine! 

Fandom: FOX Lucifer Pairing: Mazikeen x fem!reader Genres: romance, awkwardness, fluff, wlw Words: 1.820 Summary: Reader is a friend of Chloe’s and, from time to time, babysits Trixie. Little Decker notices that reader and Maze fancy each other, and so she plays matchmaker - requested on AO3

You weren’t happy when Chloe brought an ‘outsider’ to the station and said that that strange, devilishly handsome and flirtatious man was her new partner. He was too cocky, too arrogant and why would Chloe want to work with a civilian when there were lots of qualified, clever officers?

Well, turned out, Lucifer had a surprisingly good intuition and actually was helpful a lot. Although, you had grown to be tired of his attempt to flirt with you every time he and Chloe stepped into your lab. Somehow, it didn’t occur to him that you weren’t interested, despite you dull responses or evident ignorance.

Still, you thought that he was a great feature, regardless his pretty eccentric behavior and overly extroverted nature. Chloe seemed to be pleased with his assistance and you developed a sort of soft spot for him, so it was okay. And it would remain only okay until you were called to Lux, to check on an oddly looking substance in one of the drinks.

It wasn’t a case, really. Lucifer got concerned when one of the ladies, who was having fun in his club, notified him about a weird dude, bothering all of the girls. She told she’d seen him adding something to her drink. Lucifer’s first thought was GHB, but he stated that it didn’t taste like the roofies he’d ever had. You didn’t ask him why he tried roofies on himself in the first place.

Anyways, things were funny and all teasing-joking till you saw a walking miracle in a form of the bartender. Lucifer introduced her as his friend, and for the first time in your entire life, you forgot how words worked.

Her name was Mazikeen, but she let you call her Maze. Lucifer stated that she’d tried to catch the guy but he’d ran off before she got to him. She had a blaze in her eyes, a dangerous sparkle that was so appealing to you that you had to sit down and pretend you were examining the substance because of your weak knees – you didn’t want to fall and embarrass yourself.

You were done fast, but you hoped that since Chloe was Lucifer’s partner, maybe Maze would be a frequent guest from now on?

_______

You did, indeed, meet Maze more often since your first encounter, and it only made you fall for her more and more every time you spent time with her. She was finny, straightforward and sometimes vulgar, but you liked that very much. Underneath that hard, unbreakable façade, you found a very caring friend and babysitter.

Yes, Maze was, too, taking care of little Decker, when Dan or you couldn’t. usually, when all of you had a case to work on and it was impossible to leave the job. Chloe was grateful and Trixie, unexpectedly, adored Maze with all her little heart. And apparently, the feeling was mutual, considering that more often than not, when it was your turn to babysit, you found Trixie and Maze napping or braiding each other’s hair.

However, you couldn’t put a finger on what Maze might feel for you. She was relaxed in your presence so you deduced that she liked you in some way. You couldn’t just straight up ask her, because you didn’t even know whether she was into girls or not. Lucifer mentioned that Maze wasn’t picky but damn, a mere thought of suggesting a date was paralyzing to you.

“Y/N?,” Trixie inquires as she walks into kitchen with an empty cup in her hands. You lift your head from a magazine you’re reading and raise an eyebrow.

“Do you want more juice?”

“Yes, that too,” she says, placing the cup in front of you and sliding on a seat next to yours. You stand up, take a bottle of apple juice from the fridge and fill her cup; after a moment you fill another one for yourself, too.

“What else?” you ask, sitting down and taking a sip of the juice, watching as Trixie carefully does the same with hers. Her cup clicks on the counter when she puts it down.

“You like girls more than boys, right?” her voice is serious, hinted with curiosity and you furrow your brows, wondering if you should call Chloe and ask whether you’re allowed to discuss such topic with little one or not.

“Uhm, yes,” you say slowly, trying to figure out why’s Trixie suddenly interested in your orientation.

“Oh, that’s good!”

“And why is that?” the frown on your forehead grows as you turn to face Trixie. She’s grinning, obviously happy with your answer, yet you have no idea why.

“’Cause I know a girl who likes you. I asked her and she said yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Y/N, you’re so silly sometimes! To a question ‘do you like Y/N?’”

“Who did you ask, Trixie?”

“I can’t tell you, because I made a promise. It’s a secret,” she states with all the seriousness in the world and you suppress a  giggle, seeing her grave expression. She knits her grows a little, seeing your crooked smile and so you clear your throat, sporting a solemn expression.

“I understand. I can’t possibly convince you to tell me, ‘cause promises are important and you can’t break them, can you now?”

“That’s right.”

You nodded. “Yes. So, have you finished your homework or do you need my help with something, cupcake?”

“I need help with mathematic.”

“Sure, bring it on,” you smile and Trixie nods, padding towards her room to retrieve her book and pens. You, however, can’t stop but wonder who is this mysterious girl Trixie found.

_____

Y/N!

You quirk an eyebrow, gazing curiously at your cell phone. The screen has just lit up with a text and once you notice Tirixe’s name, your heart skyrockets with worry. What if Chloe is hurt? What if Trixie is hurt?!

Something’s wrong? – you send back, watching anxiously as the dots appear on the screen.

Mom has to go right now and she told me to ask you to come over.

It’s a relief, of sorts. An emergency call, something that happens very often. Nothing life-threatening. You type out a response, telling that you’re on your way, gather the papers you have to fill out, your jacket and you jump into your car, heading to Chloe’s.

You arrive twenty minutes later, speeding a little so that Trixie won’t spend too much time on her own. You don’t feel surprised when you don’t see Chloe’s car – she had to leave, so that’s rather logical.

Few steps and your opening the front door, again not surprised when you find it open. You don’t have the key, but surely Chloe didn’t lock it so you could walk in easily.

“Trixie, sweetheart, it’s me!” you call and look around, expecting to find little Decker drawing by the table in living room or darting out of her room to give you hug.

Nothing of that sort happens and your forehead creases from concern. You can feel a rush of fear over your body, for a moment scared that someone came in to steal something or hurt someone.

A sound of high heels on the floor rings trough the air and, much to your shock, Maze comes out of Trixie’s room, seemingly as aghast as you are.

“Where the hell is she?” she barks, raising her brows at you as if you know all the answer in the universe.

“How am I supposed to know?!” you yell back, throwing your arms in the air.

In the next moment, before either of you can add anything, your phone vibrates, notifying you about a new message.

Mom and I made you ice-cream. Mum says you have wine in the cabinet, Maze knows where. Have a fun date, love you! :*  

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, your eyes glue to the phone screen, and Maze comes to your side, glancing at your cell.

“The little devil…” she says with a giggle in her voice and you turn your eyes at her, not knowing how to feel about it.

“Trixie set us on a date?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Two of us?”

“Well, I don’t see anybody else, Y/N,” Maze smiles and your mouth falls agape as it fully dawns on you. So, Maze was this girl who Trixie told you about, the one that likes you.

“Holy shit…” you pant, falling on a kitchen chair as you stare at Maze. She looks worried over your sudden weakness and she searches your face for any sign that you may faint soon.

“You like me?” you inquire, still unable to wrap your head around it. Maze heaves out a sigh, making her way to a chair next to yours and when she sits, she props her elbows on the counter, resting her chin on her hands.

“Yeah, I do. I didn’t make a move on you, Y/N, cause I thought you pine after Lucifer, like every other chick.”

“Dude, I’m gay,” you deadpan and Maze sighs again.

“Yeah, I know that now, but when you came to Lux you were all wobbly and I assumed it’s because of Luci.”

“Nah, it was because I saw you,” you admit bashfully, lowering your gaze onto your folded hands, fidgeting with your fingers. “I saw you and it kinda hit me right there and then.”

“So that’s why you were always nervous and didn’t catch my hints!”

“Y-your hints?” you blink few times, focusing your gaze on Mazikeen, who flashes you a wide, gleeful grin.

“I was giving you signs, you know.”

“Dammit, I’m so dumb sometimes,” you cradle your cheek with one of your hands, feeling that your face is warming up with a blush. Maze shakes her head, chuckling.

“But you’re so fucking cute, Y/N!”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Damn sure I do. Have you seen yourself in a mirror? You’re the hottest nerd in LA!” she assures, her voice full of fondness and certainty and you crack a happy smile, leaning towards her a little. Hesitantly, you put your hands on her thigh, prompting Maze to tremble slightly.

Her mouth parts as she looks at you, affection clear in her eyes and before you can think twice, you close the space between the two of you and press your lips firmly against hers.

Maze tangles her hand in your hair, bringing you closer as the kiss grows greedy and messy but for you it’s perfect. Your heart pounds crazily in your ribcage and you’re sure Maze can hear it, but screw it.

Your affection is reciprocated, something you only dreamt of and damn, it feels good!

Before Maze takes your hand in hers and leads you onto the couch, a bottle of wine in her grasp and the ice-cream in yours, you make a mental note to thank Trixie.

The little one managed to make your dream come true.  

[allthislove]

Dis Kpop rant bout to be real unappealing to most of my followers lol 

But bear with me, y’all. If I go long, I’ll make a jump.

Y’all, I’m old. Okay? Like, let me tell you how old. I’ve been a K-pop stan for 10 years, no exaggeration. Literally, my first introduction to K-pop was one of my friends when I was a teenager sending me a BoA song because he thought I’d like her. This was literally 2007 (or maybe even 2006??? IDK) I have my biases from over the years, but also, I know pretty much who were the hottest groups/solo artists at the time. Like, when time passes and you get a little more removed from your biases, you can report honestly (I also just so happened to stan a couple of the hottest, but that’s par for the course. They’re the hottest for reasons.)

So, literally, when I see newer K-pop fans say artists like BIGBANG, EXO, Super Junior, and SHINee were irrelevant, or are currently, I get a little dumbfounded. Literally at some point, or even now, these were the hottest boybands in Korea. Many of them, in much of Asia. 

Wait, let me clear one thing up. I’m K-pop Rip Van Winkle. That’s a story about a man who falls asleep for a very long time, and wakes up to a very different world. So, my long sleep was college. For a while, while I was in college, I stanned K-pop hard, still. I even went to concerts when I had time off from classes, traded photocards with friends, downloaded songs on iTunes... Then, school got more serious when I started in my major. I had almost no free time outside of it (theatre major = death lol), and so I stanned online very little. I still sometimes watched YouTube videos or downloaded songs I liked, but my fandom became very casual. And y’all, this is a big deal for me. I mean, I was THAT fangirl. I had all the merch, spammed all the comments sections, wrote all the fanfiction, saved money so I could fly across the country to go to concerts, ran stan twitters and tumblrs, like, I was an all-in fan. By somewhere around 2014/15, I had no choice but to chill on that. It was either that, or, like, not have perfect grades, and perfect grades were my LIFE. No joke. 

So, in December of 2016, I graduated from college (university, for non-Americans), and I was ECSTATIC, and I’ve been doing well, having been accepted to grad school and done all this fun shit. So, of course, I went back to stanning. But, yenno, I just went back to stanning Marvel hard online, at first. (Did I mention Marvel? Yeah, I was a k-pop and Marvel fangirl, lol. Real man-catching shit. It’s why they’re always in my DMs, amirite?) Occasionally, I’d check back in with K-pop when something cool happened with a group I loved. Or something fuckING SAD AS FUCK, like 2NE1 FUCKING DISBANDING WTF YG???

But I noticed something. This newer group that I sorta liked when I checked out of K-pop standom had blown up. But, with their newfound fame and success came a new, horrible group of stans. Y’all might get mad, I remember Kpop savagery... but that group is BTS.

Don’t get me wrong. K-pop been like this. Fanwars are like... ubiquitous with K-pop. It’s really funny, when you’ve been far removed from K-pop for a prolonged period of time. Like, the rose-colored glasses come off and you see the shit for what it is, and it’s just dumb as fuck. Like, everyone who isn’t a k-pop stan thinks k-pop is dumb as fuck, or either irrelevant, and everyone who is a k-pop stan thinks all other k-pop is dumb as fuck or irrelevant other than who they stan. It’s counter-productive, crab-in-a-barrel shit. 

And like, I’ve been heavy in black tumblr/twitter during my K-hiatus, too, and like, I’m so used to the positivity shit, like supporting other black women/woc and supporting black-owned business and also feminist twitter/tumblr, like sisterhood and supporting and uplifting each other. So, seeing people essentially on the same team literally tearing each other down and saying how lame/ugly/untalented/irrelevant/whatever the fuck the other thing is, it’s like jarring AF now. 

(Also, K-pop... itself, and often the fandom, it’s just toxic in many ways. Racially... like, the weird racial shit still happens in 2017, and many kpop fans write that shit off. Also, with queer shit, like... the weird, fetishy way people act about queerness vs the straight up homophobic way people react to the idea of legitimate queerness in kpop, and like... lot’s of shit, but that’s a topic for another rant.)

But anyway, BTS stans. Listen, I liked BTS back in like 2014 or whatever, right before I checked out, for school. At the time, they were relatively new (rookies, even), and they had a growing fandom, but yenno, that’s normal for pretty much every newer idol group. My point is: I thought BTS were cool. That “American Hustle Life” or whatever it was was fun to watch, if mildly problematic, but eh, everything hip-hop in Korea is mildly problematic.

So, when I came back and saw them thriving, I was kinda happy. I knew they had increasing fans (many of my classmates who liked K-pop liked BTS, among other groups... often including the earlier ones I mentioned, and then shit like Monsta X and Ikon.), but I had no idea they were like... competitive with EXO until I really had this free time to stan again.

Going long, so it’s under a cut, if you GAF. I write a lot (I’m literally a writer, and writing a lot is beautiful, ask Alexander Hamilton, ask Leo Tolstoy, ask ya mama).

But then the Armys. Mostly on twitter, like, I don’t really see y’all on tumblr. I don’t follow a ton of K-pop twitters, on this blog. (I have an old stan tumblr that I sorta forgot the password to, so IDK.)

IDK, like I said, I’m old. So maybe this is a teenager thing? But there’s this obsession with calling everyone, literally every idol group outside of BTS, irrelevant.

Also, there’s this obsession with believing BTS is the only idol group to make it alone (going platinum with no features!) or, basically, without a Big 3 label to back them. OR, that none of the other idol groups struggled to gain their positions. 

Both things are silly, and to me, say you’re not a k-pop fan. Which is fine. I “wasn’t a k-pop fan” for probably the last two years. I was pretty much just watching for 2NE1 updates, or BIGBANG news via alerts on my phone, and whatnot.

But, if you are a K-pop fan, and you consider yourself a K-pop fan (like I was, pre-2015), you ought to really know better. I consider myself a bit of a k-pop historian. No, seriously, my concentration in college was pretty much performance studies/dramaturgy; which if you know what that means, it means I’m the nerd that wants to know how performers in Renaissance Italy got costumes, and what connection the play Hamlet has to Shakespeare’s relationship with his own son, Hamnet. So, when I obsessed over K-pop, I literally STUDIED it. Like, I read actual books and journal articles about hallyu, that’s the kind of nerd I am. So, here it what I know that I know about K-pop.

You do have idol groups who benefited from the level of fame their Big 3 label gave them, and especially the big idol groups that label had before them (that’s kinda... Ikon, Winner, EXO... not that they didn’t have their own journeys, but the BIGBANG, Suju/SHINee bump really benefited those groups.)

But then you have BIGBANG, and Block B. BIGBANG is a group that literally started out flopping. They began in a time when YG was a hip-hop label, and the idea of them putting out an idol group was laughable. The most similar thing YG had at the time was 1Tym, and that wasn’t an idol group, but a hip-hop group. BIGBANG was an experiment, for Yang Hyun Suk. He wanted to bring a different flavor to idol groups, who at the time, were essentially Korean versions of the Backstreet Boys. Mind you, this was around 2005, when the decision was made. So, he took his kid rappers G-Dragon and Taeyang, and his kid singer Daesung, and he brought in underground rapper T.O.P, former SM trainee/reality TV contestant Seungri, and another kid he had as a trainee, Hyunseung. Some of them were not happy that they were going to be in an idol group, as they had joined YG because it was a hip-hop label and they wanted to be rappers. (Yes, Taeyang was a rapper. He became the main singer of the group because Teddy and them thought he had a nice singing voice. Mind you, they were still very young, at this time.) Hyunseung actually got cut, and eventually went on to be a Troublemaker (lol). 

BIGBANG debuted to mix reviews. They were weird, ugly (compared to other idols), and people didn’t really get them. They had some fans, but again, that’s not what idol groups were. Idol groups were, well, TVXQ. 

Then, G-Dragon happened. YG let GD play around with music a lot, and he wrote these two songs. YG liked them, so he told GD that BIGBANG would record them. GD wasn’t happy about that, either. He thought they’d be his solos. But, it was still a big opportunity for a kid his age to get their songs produced (again, at THIS time, idols did not write their own songs. Idols barely had autonomy at all, back then. These days, a lot of idols write songs.)

Those songs were “Lies” and “Haru Haru”. Both were smash hits. I’m talking, burn up the charts, blow up, K-pop-will-never-be-the-same hits. 

Let me remind you, I was actually a k-pop fan, by then. I literally remember the shift. I was stanning Rain, at the time, because he was different than all the other idols.... who were still mostly doing cutesy shit, and a lot of ballad. 

When BIGBANG blew up (I wasn’t their fan, yet), other companies followed suit, and started changing up their boyband format. The first was probably 2PM (I DID stan them... because, yenno, Rain was JYP, and so were 2PM.). That sorta hip-hop slant to k-pop groups, it was added largely because BIGBANG changed the game. Don’t get me wrong, those guys were already JYP trainees, for the most part (Jay Park was actually a JYP trainee at the same time that GD and Taeyang were YG trainees; y’all probably know the story about YG and JYP planning to make them a trio.) But, I still say most of the hip-hop style in k-pop, specifically, came from BIGBANG. Obviously, there were already hip-hop groups, but they were hip-hop, and the genre wasn’t really crossing with K-pop in a significant way. 

Yadda yadda, Heartbreaker, Alive, GD&TOP, the rest is history, IDK.

Now, Block B. My in-depth knowledge of them isn’t as great, but I know their story.

Block B was another project-group. Cho PD, also, wanted to make a hip-hop idol group. But his idea, I guess, was to go more of a pure hip-hop direction than BIGBANG. (As you probably know, BIGBANG are genre chameleons, while Block B lean much more heavily hip-hop than BIGBANG. This isn’t commenting on anyone’s ability. Block B can cross genres well, and the hip-hop members of BIGBANG do it well, too.)

So, Block B comes out, and you know, they have kind of a smash debut (not on like a MONSTER ROOKIES level, but they did damn good.) But also, immediately, they have controversy... mostly over dumb shit like “you copied BIGBANG!” (Which is also really funny, because Cho PD and Yang Goon actually had beef of some sort. Which also made it awkward, because Block B members actively tried not to mention BIGBANG, even though several of them like BIGBANG. And I think vice versa.)

But, Block B can’t be held down. Like, no. Seriously. So, the thrived, until the fire nation attacked. There was controversy over statements made, over their song contents, all this shit. It seemed like Block B was going to end before they started, which was tragic because there’s a lot of talent there, and nobody wanted to lose them. 

Then, just as things started to look up, again, Block B had had enough with their label, Brand New Stardom (or just Stardom). They straight up weren’t getting paid. They were literally hungry, having to scrounge or ask their parents for food, transportation, etc. It was a mess. So, eventually, they left Stardom, and the CEO committed suicide. It got really ugly. 

It really, again, seemed like Block B might be over before they even started. Which was a shame, because honestly Zico. Zico was a talent that didn’t need to be wasted (this is not shade to the other members, but seriously. Zico was their GD, he’s the Zion.T, he’s the Tablo, and if you’re a kpop fan, you SHOULD know what that means, and what kind of musician he is.)

But again. Block B can’t be held down. They rose, once again. Triumphantly. They came out with “Very Good”, which, like, GOT THEM ON BILLBOARD, and one them their first music show award, and like, blew them up.

And I don’t think you guys understand how much we all cried when “Be The Light” came out. 

And, yenno, lot’s of good things, the rest is history, yadda yadda.

These are just two stories, but yea, no, BTS isn’t the first, or last, to claw their way up from nothing, from obscurity, from relative doom. (I didn’t even talk about all the career-ending scandals that both of these groups had, that they survived and overcame. Seriously, BIGBANG almost legitimately ended in 2011. Why do you think they came out with ALIVE in 2012?)

“But, random old-head kpop fan,” you might be thinking, “nobody did for hallyu what MY BIAS-”

but let me stop you right there, see, because that’s cRAZY, to me. Hallyu been poppin since, like, IDK 2002 or 2003.

Like, who are the Hallyu Kings? DBSK/TVXQ. That’s just Kpop 101. They are practically the reason for Hallyu.

Let me give you some major Hallyu players from the past, eh, 15 or so years. DBSK, HOT, Rain, Se7en, BoA, Super Junior, SNSD/Girl’s Generation, Wonder Girls, BIGBANG, 2NE1, SHINee, EXO. Are there other realllly popular idol groups? Sure. Infinite, VIXX, BAP, f(x), just to name a few. But if you really get down to it, who was leading Hallyu all those years? These are the major players. These are the people whose music, style, popularity, made the world look at K-pop. I PROMISE you. I mean, look up Stephen Colbert’s rivalry with Rain. Look up Cassies record in Guinness for largest fan club in the world. Look up BoA’s dance chart topping US debut. Look up these people’s fame in Japan. In China. In South America. These names WERE k-pop, some still are. (Big daddy Rain/Bi has Hollywood movies, for fucks sake. Don’t you talk to me about Hallyu!)

“But, old lady,” you say to me, “I never heard of them, then!”

I know. And plenty of people, today, haven’t heard of K-pop, outside of Korea and regions where the idols are mainstream. But, yeah, the fact that a lil black girl in North Carolina in 2007 could be listening to BoA, before we had stan twitter and tumblr and YouTube was a baby that only had random uploads and when all my k-pop updates had to come from forums.... that just further proves that hallyu was already a thing. Also, my dear, I bet you’re a LOT younger than me. You could’ve been, like, 5, in 2007. I was in high school. I’m in my mid-20s, many of you are teenagers. That’s also really lovely. I love that K-pop is continuing through the generations, and didn’t burn out as a fad (which is what people have been saying ever since I bought my first Rain album.)

So, what I’m saying is... even if it’s uncomfortable for you to admit... your faves, whether that’s BTS, or Monsta X, or Ikon, or Black Pink, or whatever, ABSOLUTELY owe their success to the HUGE Hallyu strides made by: DBSK, HOT, Rain, Se7en, BoA, Super Junior, SNSD, Wonder Girls, BIGBANG, 2NE1, SHINee, and EXO. THERE WOULD NOT BE ACCESS TO KPOP OUTSIDE OF KOREA if it wasn’t for OUR presence back then. Us, in the US and Canada, and Europe, and South America, who struggled in forums just to get morsels of BoA or Rain music, who tediously translated variety shows featuring BIGBANG and Suju before there were official uploads, who made our faves SO POPULAR that shit like KCON, allkpop, and soompi were created to give us better access to them, who made such a loud impact that companies started making official twitters and YouTube channels for their idols.

I literally watched ALL OF THAT unfold. It all unfolded before my eyes in the last 10 years. It’s INCREDIBLY RIDICULOUS to suggest that shit didn’t emerge because of hallyu; because hallyu was emerging. That’s why you were even able to FIND small idol groups that didn’t come from big companies. In 2007, if you were an idol group from a small company, you’d better pray you got good variety slots to garner interest. Now, it’s par for the course for them to easily connect with fans through shit like YouTube, Twitter, and Instagram (even shit like weibo, which isn’t Korean, but to reach other Asian fans.)

I’m not even going to get into skill, talent, and respect for position because of these things (because that’s a deeper convo, and look where we are already, son and daughter!)

Just... even if you never want to pick up a SHINee album, or watch a BIGBANG MV, let’s not resign ourselves to some foolish notion that every newer idol group owes not their very existence to these cats. This is not a commentary on talent, effort, or anything else. But realistically, you likely wouldn’t have even found them. They also may have never been formed (the influx of foreign fans also brought on an influx of new idol groups. That’s why there are literally hundreds of idol groups, now, versus when, say BIGBANG debuted. There’s so much pie, that everyone is jumping at the chance to get a slice. If there were only fans in Korea, new bands would still emerge, but way fewer, and less frequently.) 

Also: it is entirely possible to stan your bias group AND acknowledge the impact that seniors had on them. Wanna see me do it? BIGBANG is my bias group, but they would NOT exist without 1Tym, or DBSK. DBSK is THE boy band model. Yes, there are earlier idol groups, and ones just as big (OMG I LEFT OUT SHINHWA, WHICH IS BLASPHEMY), but DBSK CHANGED the fucking GAME, for K-pop idol bands. They’re the blueprint. 1Tym is literally the styling for every hip-hop influence group in Korea (them and Epik High, but BIGBANG is more directly styled after 1Tym). Besides that, 1Tym is the band that bore Teddy Park, who gave BIGBANG much of their early sound, and to this day helps write many YG artists’ music. If 1TYM or DBSK had never existed, there’s a large chance BIGBANG never would’ve existed. 

And, if DBSK didn’t blow up so hard, there’s a large chance BIGBANG would’ve never gotten as much international interest, especially in the early days. (The same could be said for their connection to 1Tym, who actually introduced them in the States at an early YG Concert.)

**small amendment: BIGBANG also owe a lot to Se7en, who was their big bro when they needed it most, and also fixed their names right on up. (I believe he named several members, and saved them from Yang Goon’s terrible naming. Seriously, TOP was gonna be Mark. Which is fine, if your name is Mark, but his name is Seunghyun, and YG just liked the name Mark for some reason. Se7en saved TOP’s life.)

So, can y’all soothe my old ass heart and at least pretend to understand the history of the genre you claim to love? Is that alright? Can that be a thing?

No? Y’all hate me, now? Okay... 

Till next time, K-poppers!

[uy8hg]

Home Late

I’m not late with my Valentine’s fic what are you talking about. I’m just really early.

Or in the words of my beta @gavvyfreeisanerd “More like fic late amiright?”

Ryan was upset with himself. The deal had gone south, and he’d managed to get himself caught unaware thanks to his own sheer stupidity and lack of awareness. By some miracle, something even more unexpected had gotten him out of it.

A rival gang had decided that that particular afternoon, that one deal, would be the best time to try to hit the crew Ryan was meeting. In the midst of the chaos, Ryan had managed to slip away from his own horrible situation and get out. He’d taken off driving in a random direction, weaving in, out, and around city blocks until even he was lost. If the crews had been looking for him, they wouldn’t have been able to keep track of him. He doubted they were done fighting, and they probably didn’t care about him at that point. If he had to guess, the other crew probably didn’t even know the deal was with the legendary Vagabond of the Fake AH Crew, or they might not have even intruded. Either way, it had happened, and Ryan was late.

           He forced himself to stay still, his leg jiggling next to the gas pedal. He wanted to go home so bad, and the base was still a few hours away, but he had to make sure he wouldn’t lead the crews back to their base. So there he sat, in the quickly darkening night, waiting for when he could actually be productive with his time.

           Before he realized it, his eyes were opening to a purple sky. He bolted up, nearly bashing his head into the steering wheel with the jolt of movement, before frantically checking his watch.

           “Great,” he muttered to himself, doing a quick scan of the area before turning the keys. The car sparked to life and he hit the gas pedal before his headlights even came on. In a flash, he was on his way back to his home, now way later than he ever planned to be. He didn’t want to check his phone in fear of what messages he’d find.

           It took him longer than he cared to admit to figure out where he was in the city, but once he found a landmark he was back on the road, heading full speed toward home. He made the trip in a much shorter time than the speed limit would have wanted him to, only stopping for gas on his quest home. His drive lead him straight to the base. He hadn’t seen any signs of someone tracking him the whole ride, but he couldn’t be too careful. The last thing he wanted was someone figuring out where the Vagabond actually lived. It was also a safe bet to figure the guys would want to hear a report as soon as possible, so he may as well make it easy on them. Ryan figured he could crash in the spare room or the couch, whichever he got to first.

           The first thing he noticed as he let himself in was the streamers taped haphazardly to the walls. They weren’t what he would consider draped, nor were they taped flat to the wall, a weird middle ground of colorful strips and masking tape. His gaze lowered to the floor, finding it littered with scraps of paper that were probably supposed to be confetti. Frankly he had to be glad it wasn’t glitter, though he feared he’d find some soon enough.

           Ducking under the streamers, he made his way into the kitchen. Two boxes of pizza sat on the counter amid a mess of confetti, both open with only one containing a few slices of very cold pizza. Ryan put two on a plate and tossed them into the microwave, taking his mask off as he waited. He hadn’t even realized he was still wearing it until he’d reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. It was probably too late to realize how much he’d likely scared the gas station workers. He took his breakfast into the living room, tossing his mask behind himself onto the counter. He froze when he heard the mask fall to the floor.

           Turning, he noticed the white garment box sitting on the island. A step closer revealed Gavin’s handwriting, an elaborate ‘R’ drawn on the top. Ryan raised an eyebrow. Unless someone new had joined, he was the only ‘R’ in the crew. Still, he didn’t want to pry, so picked his mask up and placed it on the counter before he continued on.

           The living room was also a mess of confetti and streamers. Jack would probably have a fit when he saw it, knowing he would probably be the one to clean it all up. A blanket was tossed on the couch, and Ryan wrapped himself up as he turned on the TV. He’d barely taken a bit of his pizza when a squawk erupted from the hallway. “I go to the bathroom for five minutes,” someone muttered. Ryan raised an eyebrow as Gavin barreled into the room. His hair was a mess, jeans rolled up and shirt untucked, looking oddly like he belonged in an old-fashioned diner. The most startling thing was the bright pink button up he was wearing. It looked exactly the same as his normal blue one, except it was the hottest color of pink that had probably ever existed, capable of outshining even Geoff’s cars.

           “Ryan!” he called as he launched himself at the older man. Ryan only had a split second to get his pizza out of the way before he had a Gavin in his lap, giving him a long hug.

           “What’s with the warm welcome?” Ryan asked, patting the Brit on the back. “Also, should I even ask about the shirt?”

           “What?” Gavin responded, pulling back. He looked down at himself before laughing. He grabbed a pair of shades off the coffee table and put them on, arms extended to present himself to Ryan with a big smile. Like the shirt, they were exactly the same as his normal ones, but the rims were what Gavin had informed him a few months ago was rose gold.

           “Very stylish,” Ryan assured him as he resumed his eating. Gavin didn’t seem entirely pleased with his answer, as he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Ryan glanced at him, confused. It was the early hours of the morning, and he’d just gotten back. He was almost asleep sitting up, but apparently Gavin wanted to chat. It struck him then that it was odd that Gavin was even here. “Am I going to get any explanations or are we just going to stare at each other in silence?”

           “If anyone should be explaining, it’s you, Haywood,” Gavin retorted, and Ryan frowned. He set his pizza down before crossing his arms, mimicking Gavin’s position on the other side of the couch.

           “Explain what? Why I’m late?”

           Gavin rolled his eyes. “No, I want you to explain quantum mechanics to me, so I stayed up all night waiting for you to get back so you teach me some quantum mechanics!”

           Ryan couldn’t help being taken aback by his unnaturally harsh words. “The deal went sour, then another crew showed up. I fell asleep waiting for them to lose my trail before I booked it back here,” he explained, knowing that’s what Gavin wanted. The other man closed his eyes with a deep sigh before relaxing down into the couch.

           “Glad you got home safe,” he yawned, and Ryan watched a wave of tiredness wash over him.

           “Did you actually stay up all night waiting for me?” Ryan asked hesitantly. Gavin looked up at him over his sunglasses with a small smile. “Why would you do that? It was just a random mission, nothing big.”

           “Ryan, do you know what day it is?” Gavin started slowly. Ryan checked his phone, ignoring the stream of text notifications and circling his gaze in on the date. It only took a second to process everything. The streamers, the confetti, pizza, even Gavin’s attire, it all made sense in an instant.

           “February 15th. Yesterday was Valentine’s.” Gavin nodded, sliding off the couch to get up. Ryan watched as he headed into the kitchen and come back with the garment box. “Did you guys do something for Valentine’s?”

           “We wanted to have a little party. Nothing too big. We aren’t all dating or anything, but we’re a family.” Gavin smiled at him and held out the box. “Families can celebrate Valentine’s too.”

           Ryan looked between the box and Gavin. “Presents? You let me go off on a day you wanted to celebrate, without telling me you wanted to celebrate, and now you’re giving me a present? When I wouldn’t be able to get any of you one?”

           Gavin shook the box, insisting until Ryan took it. “It wasn’t a gift exchange or anything. We knew you had a mission so we figured, why not throw a party for when he gets back? Little bit of a surprise. We all got behind it. We even decorated and dressed appropriately.” He gestured at himself, and Ryan looked between the box and his friend again. “So we got you a little something so you wouldn’t feel out of place. It wasn’t anything big, just a plan for a fun night. That was, of course, until someone didn’t show up.” Ryan caught Gavin’s glare, shifting the box awkwardly. “Open it, you nerd.”

           Hesitantly, Ryan pulled the box apart. Inside, waiting pristinely for him, was a replica of his biker jacket, the one he remembered he was still wearing. The mellow blue had been replaced with the same bright pink of Gavin’s shirt, the silver tinted ever so slightly red. Ryan pulled it out and held it up. Gavin watched eagerly as he exchanged it for the one he was wearing. It fit perfectly, as if it was already worn in, but it looked brand new.

           When Ryan looked up, Gavin was admiring Ryan’s new look. “You look lovely, Ryan,” he joked. “Perfectly menacing.”

           “There is nothing menacing about this shade of pink.”

           “Don’t let Geoff hear that. He’ll never give you a ride again.” Ryan chuckled. “Guessing you don’t want the pink skull mask then?”

           “You didn’t,” Ryan threatened, before Gavin burst out laughing.

           “You’re right, I didn’t. I thought it was a great idea, but Michael wouldn’t let me.”

           “Smart decision.” The two fell back against the couch, Ryan casually munching on his pizza again. “So what did you guys do last night? When I didn’t show up?”

           Gavin shrugged. “We waited, texted you, ate some pizza. When it was apparent you weren’t going to make it, we started playing video games, messing around, the usual stuff. Jeremy and Michael had a confetti war, which Jack wasn’t quite happy about. Geoff complained about the confetti in his pizza while criticizing my streamer placement.”

           Ryan decided it was best to keep his own opinion to himself.

           “Basically it was a party. A great Valentine’s party, and you missed it.” Gavin slumped further into the couch. “Would’ve been better with you there. It wasn’t complete without you.”

           “Did you really stay up waiting for me?” Ryan asked quietly. Gavin nodded, already starting to doze off again.

           “Someone had to,” he muttered. As Ryan chuckled, he watched Gavin fall asleep, curled up into the corner of the couch.

           “Thanks,” he told the sleeping form. “For everything.”

           Ryan finished his pizza before carefully taking his new jacket off. Once he’d washed the paint off his face, he carefully crawled back under the blanket, adjusting himself into the other corner of the couch. He pulled the jacket back on before he settled in, closing his eyes. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, still exhausted from the mission and drive home.

           When the other four showed up later that morning, they found the two pink clad guys asleep on either end of the couch. They couldn’t help exchanging small smiles. The crew hadn’t managed to have their Valentine’s Day party exactly how they’d planned it, but they thought Ryan had gotten the message well enough. The Fake AH Crew was a family, and none of them would forget it anytime soon, especially not while they all owned matching articles of bright pink clothing.

[creativeburnout]

If I have to answer all those questions so do you. GO

1)     What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phonewallpapers?

Desktop is a rotating bunch of minimalisticpokemon wallpapers. Because I am a massive nerd. Phone is a picture I took at Glastonburyyears back but I might change it because it doesn’t scale right :(

2) Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?Yup. More than once

3) What was your last text message?Dunno, don’t have my phone on me right now because it’s charging. Last facebookmessage (which I use more often than texts anyway) was a gif to my sister

4) What do you see yourself doing in 10 years?Ideally, teaching secondary level English in Canada or austrlia. Maybe in theUS if it doesn’t shit itself and die in the next few years.

5) If you could be anywhere else right now, wherewould you be?Hmmm… right now, I’m gonna say California

6) What was your coolest Halloween costume?I have a mime costume that I default to if I can’t think of anything better

7) What was your favorite 90s show?The Simpsons before it started to suck

8) Who was your last kiss?Girl called Cara, back in August.

9) Have you ever been stood up?Nope. The few dates I’ve had, thankfully it’s never happened.

10) Favorite ice cream flavor?Tie between mint choc chip and (if I’m allowed to get pretentious) stracciatella(not chocolate chip – stratcciatella has finer little shards)

11) Have you been to Las Vegas? Nope

12) Your favorite pair of shoes? My mickey mouse slip on vans. Although my new cons (metallic, arctic blue) area strong contender to challenge that

13) Honestly, have you ever cheated on yoursignificant other? That would imply I’d had one, but I wouldn’t

14) What is your favorite fruit?Grapes. People like grapes!

15) Have you talked to anyone on tumblr that youcould see yourself dating/having sex with? If possible?Yes. Although at this point, not currently, but there are people I’ve talked toon tumblr that I could have seen it happening with at one point or another

16) Are you into hookups? Short or long termrelationships?I’d rather long term. Hook-ups I wouldn’t mind if there wasn’t a sahara-esquedry spell between them, but that might be a grass is always greener thing

17) Do you smoke? If so, what?Nope

18) What do you do to get over your anger?Cry

19) Do you believe in God?

Hah, the answer to this would take waaaaay toolong. I believe there was a force at the beginning of the universe, I don’tfeel it’s interventionalist force.

20) Does the person you're in love with know it?I’m not really in love with anyone right now. It’s a liberating place to be.

21) Favorite position?

Curled up, asleep, in bed (it’s been so long I can’tremember what positions I enjoyed)

22) What's your horoscope sign?Libra (Birthday twins!)

23) Your fears?

Blood. I’m really weird with blood. Also flying

24) How many pets do you have? What kind? Right now, none ( :( ) but my family has a cat and a dog. Cat lives upstairs,dog lives downstairs and never the twain shall meet, lest the dog try to eatthe kitty, since the dog, while adorable, is an asshole

25) What never fails to turn you on?Red Dresses. I don’t know why, they just do. Otherwise, it’s different fromperson to person, but that’s a fairly constant thing

26) Your idea of a perfect first date?Oh god, I don’t even know

27) What is something most people don't knowabout you?

I used to play violin when I was a kid. I wasawful28) What makes you feel the happiest?Being with friends

29) What store do you shop at most often?

Does Amazon count? :p30) How do you feel about oral? Giving and/or receiving?

Enthusiastically yes to both31) Do you believe in karma?I’m not sure.

32) Are you single?Perpetually :p

33) Do you think flowers or candy are a betterway to apologize? Depends. How much did you fuck up?

34) Are you a good swimmer?Oh god no

35) Coffee or Tea?

Tea36) Online shopping or shopping in person?Online

37) Would you rather be older or younger thanyour current age?

Younger by about 3 years38) Cats or Dogs?

Depends on the size of the dog. There’s a bellcurve39) Are you a competitive person?Not really

40) Do you believe in aliens?I believe that there are or probably have been some at some point in theuniverse given its sheer size

41) Do you like dancing?Kinda

42) What kind of music to you listen to?Good music

43) What is your favorite cartoon character?Lana Kane from Archer.

44) Where are you from?Glasgow

45) Eat at home or eat out?Out

46) How much more social are you when you're drunk?Massively

47) What was the last thing you bought foryourself? Shoes

48) Why do you think your followers follow you?

Inertia

49) How many hours do you sleep at night?

5783. I’m actually a powerful wizard in controlof space-time (it varies)

50) What worries you most about the future?America

51) If you had a friend that spoke to you thesame way you speak to yourself, how long would you be friends?Right now, I think so.

52) Are you happy with yourself?I’m a work in progress

53) What do you wish you didn't know?

Fuck knows

54) What big lesson could people learn from yourlife?Don’t be an asshole, but don’t be a doormat either

55) If you could live in any home on a televisionseries, what would it be?

Stirling Archer’s apartment56) What's your favorite Website?youtube. Duh

57) What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?complete nocturnalism

58) What was your most recent trip of more than50 miles?Seeing The Cure in Manchester I think.

59) What's the best bargain you've ever found ata garage sale or thrift store?Couple of vinyls

60) What do you order when you eat Chinese food?Either curry with noodles (yep, I’m weird), or a mish-mash of starters

61) If you had to be named after one of the 50states, which would it be?…Tennessee?

62) If you had to teach a subject to a class,what would it be?

English literature63) Favorite kind of chips?Salt and Vinegar.

64) Favorite kind of sandwich?

Pastrami on Rye

65) Which do you use more often, the dictionaryor the thesaurus?Thesaurus.

66) Have you ever been stung by a bee?nope.

67) What's your favorite form of exercise?

Exuberant sex probably exercise bikes 68) Are you afraid of heights?not really

69) What's the most memorable class you've evertaken?My college English class. Mainly because I was hopelessly attracted to thelecturer who took it

 70) What's your favorite breakfast?Roll and bacon

71) Do you like guacamole?Homemade with lots of garlic, yes. The putrid green shite you get everywhereelse. Fuck that

72) Have you ever been in a physical fight?

Yup

73) What/who are you thinking about right now?Sophie, and the fact that I am deeply sorry I made you answer all of these :p

74) Do you like cuddling?Yup ^_^

75) Are you holding onto something you need tolet go of?Eh, probably.

76) Have you ever experienced one of your biggestfears?Yup.

77) Favorite city you've been to?Paris

78) Would you break the law to save a familymember?Depends on the family member

79) Talk about an embarrassing moment?No

80) Are there any causes you strongly believe in?I’d say yes, but there are folk who believe a lot stronger? It’s a weird one

81) What's the worst injury you've ever had?

Broken fifth metacarpal

82) Favorite day of the week?

Friday83) Do you consider yourself sexually open minded?

Yes84) How do you feel about porn?

The industry needs a shake up but there’s nothinginherently wrong with it as an umbrella, just with things under that umbrella85) Which living celebrity would you like to know?It changes a lot and it’s usually someone really obscure (like right now is oneof the better known ones and that’s because it’s Gavin Free who does the SlowMo Guys on Youtube :p)

86) Who was your hottest ex?tie between my left and right hands

87) Do you want/have kids?Yes

88) Has anyone ever told you that they wanted tomarry you?Not that I can remember

89) Do you get easily distracted?sometimes

90) Ass or titties?All about the bootay

91) What is your favorite word?That I use on a semi-frequent basis? DefenestrateThat I never ever use but I just like the sound of? floccinaucinihilipilification

92) How do you feel about tattoos?Cool

 93) Do you have any pets?You’ve asked this already

94) How tall are you?6ft 3-ish

95) How old are you?26

96) 3 physical features you get complimented on alot?Eyes… pass… pass?

97) Is there anything you're really passionateabout?I’m coming out of a major depressive phase so get back to me on that in a weekor two when my mind remembers what actual joy is :p

98) Do you have trust issues?Yes

99) Do you believe in love at first sight?No

100) What are some words that you live by? Why?

“... after you'redead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what's going to beyour best memory of Earth ? ... What moment for you defines what it's like tobe alive on this planet ? Fake yuppie experiences that you had to spend moneyon, like white water rafting or elephant rides in Thailand don't count. I wantto hear some small moment from your life that proves you're really alive.”It’s a reminder to focus on important stuff like time with friends and all thatinstead of worrying too much about material things and stuff like that. I stugglewith it sometimes, but I’m trying

[buckyshattergirl]

My Spaceship is Broken

Words: 2121 Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut, a dude getting his ass kicked a few times, shitty writing AN: I hope this is any good. It’s really weird. I found it very hard to write this but I’m pretty okay with how it turned out. I just hope you like it too.

(gifs are not mine. Also, the second gif has to do nothing with the story. I just thought it was funny)

“I just really don’t get it!” Lou exclaimed, walking next to you. You didn’t even know what he was talking about. “I can’t believe you haven’t invented fucking google yet, with your awesome coding programming skills,” he said, making weird typing gestures with his hands. Yup, he was wasted.

You came on this trip with him and his friends because he was your roommate and you were the only one who could totally stand him. Not even his life long friends could. Of course you were a hella lot younger than he was, but the rent was pretty cheap so you put up with him. That was of course until you found him passed out in his car with some vague eighties music blasting.

“Well that is because I can’t, you fucking idiot,” you chuckled. “Because of the butterflies, remember? By the way we’re looking for some guy to punch you in the face now, so get on with it. Where is he?” you asked him.

“Well Y/N, if I actually remembered how he looked it would be a lot easi… umph” Suddenly a guy bumped into your roommate and they both turned around. In front of the two of you now stood a slightly taller, handsome guy with chestnut brown hair, great cheekbones, a turtleneck, and a jacket with a weird pattern. With him was a guy in a polo who looked more reserved.

Lou looked at the guy weirdly and you realised this was probably Blaine, the guy you were looking for.

“You wanna go for it?” Blaine said, doing weird karate like movements. It looked kind of cute if you were honest. “Come on, take a shot pussy. Wanna party? Wanna be a hero?” He teased, raising his fist up.

“And… here it comes…” Lou muttered as Blaine’s fist came closer to his face. It hit him so hard he fell to the ground. You let out a small chuckle, because the whole thing had been kind of comical.

“Oh, yeah. You gonna cry?” Blaine mocked Lou, looking down at him. “You gonna cry, titty baby…” he continued but his voice faltered as he saw you. You looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and he backed off, but not before taking Lou’s backpack from the ground. “This fucking bag is mine now.” He said, then he turned to you. “You can do much better than him…” he told you before walking off.

“Is that all?” you asked Lou, helping him off the ground. But he shook your hands off as soon as he was standing.

“No!” he exclaimed and started his rant : “I yell back at him and I challenge him to a rematch at midnight saying ‘you bring your friends and I’ll bring mine’ and my friends don’t fucking show up. So I get pummeled by six guys instead of one.”

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to do that again, old man.” you tell him, pointing at Blaine who is still walking away from you guys. “Do it for the butterflies, and also kind of for me because I might wanna take him out for a drink.”

Lou looked at you with a shocked look. “What?!? That didn’t happen in the past, and it sure as hell shouldn’t happen now. What if you end up not getting born? Who’s gonna pay half of the rent then? Who’s gonna bake the most awesome cake in the world?” He whisper-yelled at you.

“I don’t care Lou, just do it!” You snapped back at him and he sighed. “We need that bag back, it has my weed!”

Lou looked at you, kind of disappointed and then turned to the person who had just kicked his ass. “Hey Blaine!” He yelled but his voice sounded scared, “Is that all you got, pussy?”

After getting pummeled by Blaine again, Lou had picked up some girl and went to her room with her. You were on your way back to your room when Blaine’s friend stopped you.

“Hey, you’re the girl who was with that idiot earlier, right?” he asked, holding your arm. “There’s a party down at the Ski Patrol shack, wanna come?” You thought for a bit, thinking if this could change the future.

Why would it? It was just a party, right? “Sure, lead the way.” You smiled at the guy. “Also, can you ask Blaine to give me Lou’s backpack? It had my weed in it.” you explained as ‘polo’ took your arm and lead you to the cottage.

“Maybe you should ask him yourself. He doesn’t really listen to me…” he chuckled and you walked on.

On the way to the house you learned ‘polo’ was actually called Chaz and that he had been Blaine’s best friend for years. When you arrived you found that the party was already pretty ‘rad’, as Chaz stated. The music could be heard from afar, and people were even dancing outside.

Blaine met you and Chaz at the top of the stairs. “Chaz, where’ve you been? They’re Ruskies. I found some weird Commie shit in their bag,” he told his friend, not noticing you for a bit. But then he did and his face went to an expression of pure terror. “You brought one of them in here? Chaz what were you thinking?”

You looked at him with an amused smile on your face. “Well sweetheart, you don’t have to be scared of me,” you said, your voice coming out a bit more sultry than you wanted to. You played with your hair and looked at him.

Blaine looked between you and Chaz with a confused look. “Aren’t you with them?” he asked, a frown on his face. “Did they kidnap you?”

You chuckled and put your hand on his chest. “No, they didn’t kidnap me. But Lou carried my phone in his bag, and I’d like it back,” you explained. “Also, now that I see you, I’d like you to apologise for punching my roommate in the nose.”

His bright blue eyes looked into yours and he sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to affect you. I still hate that son of a bitch though.”

You tapped his cheek and smiled. “That’s good enough for me. Now, our bag.” Then you suddenly got an idea, just to mess with him. “If you’re nice I might tell you what those things are for.”

A smirk was grazing your face, making Blaine thing something else than what you had in mind. He took your hand and led you to his room. The place was covered in Red Dawn and Rocky posters and all of that other old stuff. Your stuff was laid out on his bed, along with your phone. With a grin you took it and turned it on. “Thanks. Now I can play Angry Birds again,” you cheered.

That wiped that smirk straight off his face. “You ARE one of them. You lied to me!” Blaine shouted. “I can’t believe I thought you were gonna suck me off,” he said, pacing around his room while you made yourself comfortable on his bed.

You smirked, wanting to have some fun. “For the right price I’m willing to change sides,” you chuckled, winking at him. You saw the bulge in his tight pants growing. You stood up and walked over to him, looking up into his eyes. “Get me a drink and we can talk…” you said in a low voice.

Blaine bit his lip before nodding and walking to the door. Not even two minutes later he came back. Once again you were sitting against  his headboard, playing Angry Birds now. When he came in you smiled at him and reached your hand out to grab the cup of beer. “Thanks cutie…” you smirked, sipping from it.

He joined you in the bed, sitting next to you. “So, what is this. Are you Russian?” he asked, his voice serious.

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’m a Time Lord,” you lied, but not completely. “And I came from the future…” You held up your phone and laughed. “This is like my sonic screwdriver, but only cooler.”

Blaine looked at you as if you were an alien (because he believed you were), but in the good way. His inner nerd was coming out. “Is your name the Doctor? Did you regenerate as a woman?”

You found this very cute and smiled. “No, my name is Y/N and this is my first regeneration. I just survived in it for a very long time,” you said, winking at him. You took another sip of your beer and Blaine did the same.

“So what does your Sonic thingy do?” he asked with a smile, pointing at your phone.

“It does everything. It plays music, you can play games, you can call people and stuff like that…” you explained. “Here I’ll teach you,” you offered, giving him your phone.

You taught him how to play Angry Birds, and he was hooked from the first second. You found yourself looking at him, getting interested in him.

He played for hours until your phone died. “What?!?” he exclaimed, throwing the phone on the bed. “I was on a roll!”

You chuckled and put the phone on his nightstand before turning back to him. “It needs to charge. But I can’t here. I have to go to the future for that. And I like it here too much...” you whispered.

Blaine looked at you and before he could say something you had pressed your lips against his in a passionate kiss. He cupped your cheek and responded to the kiss by moaning into it. It was the hottest sound you had ever heard.

By twelve he and you were a sweaty, panting mess. “Fuck! You have that fight with Lou!” you suddenly exclaimed. Not that you wanted your friend to get his ass kicked, but you promised you’d be there for him.

Blaine shot up too, grabbing his clothes and putting them on in a rush and watched you do the same. When you had put on your bra you realised that Blaine had ripped your shirt. You looked at him with a smile and showed him the torn piece of fabric. “Mind giving me a shirt?”

With a smirk he reached into his closet and threw a sweatshirt at you. “There you go, cutie,” he winked before opening the door to yell at his friends to get ready.

You put it on and saw Blaine was waiting for you. As soon as you were ready he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him  to the place you first met. It was also the place Lou and Blaine had arranged to have their rematch.

When Lou saw you coming he was confused. First of all because the rest of his friends didn’t show up, and his other friend was holding his opponent’s hand. “Y/N? Seriously?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, a bit offended. “At least I’m here, right?”

You begged Blaine to wait for a few more minutes, to see if the rest was still going to come. But after a few minutes you gave up, deciding to fight anyways.

It was nasty. Blaine, Chaz and three other guys took on Lou, while you had managed to get one of their guys on their knees. You were punching him in the face when you heard Blaine call your name.

“Hey, Y/N!” he said, while kicking Lou in the nuts. “Wanna go get dinner on Monday? It’s my day off.”

“Sure. Casual or fancy?” you asked, kneeing the guy you were handling softly.

“What the fuck! Y/N!” Lou yelled, before he got punched by Chaz again.

“Hey Blaine!” you said, “Maybe you should let him go. The poor guy’s been fucked over enough.”

“Alright…” he muttered, “Guys! Fall back!” And just like the fight died down.

You let the boy go, and patted his shoulder. “I’m sorry, buddy,” you said, your voice sincere.

He backed away from you and muttered something like “Hell that girl can fight…” The look on his face was priceless.

Blaine looked at you, his eyes asking you to join him again. You looked at Lou, as if to ask him for permission.

“Alright…” he huffed after a while, “But be safe! Wear a condom! The butterflies are watching!” You smiled at your friend and took Blaine’s hand.

As you were walking Blaine smiled down at you. “So, shouldn’t you be heading back to the future?” You chuckled and shook your head.

“I can’t. My spaceship is broken. So I think I’ll have to stay here for a while.”