#this is mostly about football because i am way more familiar with it but the sentiment extends far beyond

[rolandkaros]

i remember that mana shim said that part of the reason why she didnt want to speak out originally about her abuse was because there was so much concern about the nwsl folding like how the wusa and wps did. that there was this feeling like 'i dont want to be the one to ruin it' because so many of these women had fought so hard to get a professional women's league started in america. these players had a minimum salary of <$7,000 and were expected to try and play full time professional football on that salary. non-national team players had a salary maximum of $31,500. many of them worked multiple jobs to fund their careers.

i can never really take arguments about the quality of women's sports seriously.

women's football was banned completely for 50 years in england. 50 years, the men got to play and learn and improve and adapt. 50 years, the men's game evolved. and 50 years, the women were banned. are you don't think that might have an effect on the sport as a whole? many other women's sports had similar bans at one point or another.

the men can do virtually whatever they like and get paid hundreds of thousands – millions, even.

did you know the manchester united women's team got a brand new, team specific building last season? and in june it was announced that the men's indoor facility would be needing to go under construction so it could be "revamped"? and that the women's facility was handed over to the men for training? and that the women will now train in portable buildings?

but yes, of course. talk to me about the product. talk to me about quality. because we must be objective, we must look at the numbers. its so obvious, of course, the men are simply outperforming the women! the men must be better. there is no other explanation.

[impala-dreamer]

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[polybiusplayer]

i am once again thinking about ninejuice (for the first time in a whole month wow)

thats all! have a nice rest of your day

ME TOO OML!!

Oh boy I’m gonna take this opportunity to rant about them.

Nine Juice rant below, read at your own risk.

I’m thinking about them so often…. ITS LIKE!!! I can totally understand people seeing them as only platonic!! And I’ve always actually felt kinda nervous to ship them for some reason… the 17776 enjoyers haven’t been much to do shipping, especially since romance is not really the point of the story, at all. but I just really believe they have a bond that just, is a lot.

There is a level of understanding and compassion that Juice shows to Nine in his own ways, he knows exactly how to help Nine cope after the intermission, he knows what they’re thinking when their communications fuck up. (Nine was indeed cussing him out, they said “fuck you.”) He is teasing as always, but not hesitant to reassure them afterwards.

Nine is very observant. They make note of Juices usage of grammar, how he capitalizes thing that are important to him. I can’t remember exactly which chapter that’s in, but I’m like 100% sure Nine pointed this out. Obviously, Nines name is almost always capitalized . This is a notable exception

Has he EVER used this many exclamation points?!

I also love the way the infodump to each other. Ten by this point has heard Juices rants a billion times before, she loves him, but is sick of them! Of course he sees no problem in that. But then suddenly there’s a new listener who is intensely eager and interested in what he has to say! It feels special, because Nine never seems to get bored of it. They love to hear him talk, about anything really, but especially what he’s passionate about. -

Which is mostly football. Football is how he processes the world. With sports and all the things that come with it he was able to come to terms with reality. He looks at it through such a unique lense in order to make sense of it all. Even his own football game is not just insane rules strung together all willy nilly, it’s truly a work of art with a deeper meaning. It’s like he’s painting with the fields, you know?

Nine understands this, and if they don’t, they WANT to. In my mind, Juices voice and rambles about lunchables or whatever start off confusing to them, but once they understand where it comes from and why and what Juice is trying to attempt with all this, they understand a lot.

Nine copes with history, they look into the past for comfort and familiarity. they feel so intensely behind, at first it started as a way to catch up and feel up to date with their friends, but then they discovered that the history of this world was just sort of a safe space for them. Juice loves to hear Nine talk about stuff even he never knew about. Nine is quite the researcher, and is always able to pull up SOMETHING. He is too, but not to this level. They share facts and information back and forth, intently listening to each other and trying to understand. Always.

Juice knows what Nines going through, it’s quite obvious with what he says here.

They ground each other in this reality, they give each other a person to talk about football with. Someone to try and not think about things too hard with. And then when things DO get hard? And the thoughts are too much? They’ll always be there for each other to help.

An underrated aspect about Juices character is how intelligent he is. SURE, he spends a lot of time joking around, that’s just his thing!!! But he is by no means stupid, he’s a little silly, but so so much more than that. He also cares, a lot! He is lonely, he loves his friends so dearly although he doesn’t express it nearly as much as Nine.

Nine is also a lot more than their troubles. A lot of their arc has to do with coming to terms with the state of existence, but they’re also incredibly compassionate and loving. SO SO loving. They’re blindly trusting, showing no hesitation with their love for everyone. They’re observant, and also a bit of a jokerster! They got that from Juice.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, I just really like the two of them, I love their dynamic. I feel like if they could, they would hug for a real long time. Unfortunately they’re way too far apart and made of nuts and bolts. But they still love each other, nothing changes that, not in a billion years

[odericevertz]

your new fic is so beautifully poetic and vivid with imagery and emotions and dialogue that says so much without saying much. the scene with granit where martin feels he’s reopening an old wound.. ouch. a million kudos to you. i think im a little lost on the order of the relationships, is it established deckai, casual oderice, and then tentative odericevertz by the end? is there a hierarchy or are they all just fooling around and being messy?

thank you anon!!! it was very important to me to include the granit/martin scene. i miss them every day

i am CRAZY about all the sides of the odericevertz triangle. there’s a whole universe of lore in my head for how they got together. in the fic they’re technically established relationship in that they are well into it, but there has been 0 communication about What They Are……How The Pairs Function….etc etc. here’s my very very long take on how they end up the way they are in the fic:

- dec/kai start being teammates with benefits when they both join arsenal. the pull is rooted in mutual fascination at first (more attraction/secondhand curiosity from only ever knowing him through mason on kai’s side. in comparison declan wants to get a rise out of him, wants to see what the awkwardness morphs into when kai gets good.) the power balance is definitely kind of fucked in the start because declan is doing so much better so there’s an undertone of pity for a while but they both have no complaints about it and the imbalance resolves itself once kai starts coming good as the season rolls on

- meanwhile martin/kai are striking up a budding friendship that’s v much based in tenderness. martin sets out to take care of kai because they’ve got similar backgrounds (see: mikel’s i can fix him complex) + captain duties given kai’s price tag and history etc and ends up liking him a lot more than he expects. kai feels the same…..a tangle of admiration fondness desire etc. martin literally sets up his path to redemption by giving him the fucking penalty against bournemouth. i feel crazy.

- (in true arsenal fashion this is complicated by how mikel tells martin to handle kai at the start of the season and granit aka kai initially being viewed as a xhaka replacement at LCM. that is another fic.)

- so this ode/kai and dec/kai tracks are running parallel as the season develops……..meanwhile MARTIN/DECLAN. EVEN more complicated to me. some fans saying that declan would make a better captain than martin……him having a more traditional captain’s personality/physicality than martin…….fitting in so well and being so universally adored so quickly….HIM SAYING HE’D LOVE THE CAPTAINCY IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO MARTIN…….there is something very sharp and hungry about declan below the affable nice guy act. i love that.

- tldr the martin/declan tension resolves itself in dubai where declan finally acknowledges martin as captain and then they fuck. i have the scene pictured in my head. kai is relieved as hell.

- so before the end of 23/24 (aka before the fic starts) they have definitely all slept together before and are starting to fall into a familiar dynamic. unfortunately the nature of football is that everything is fleeting……the dynamic changes from season to season and the loss complicates that more. i don’t think there is any universe where declan joins odekai in ibiza because he is simply not the kind of person to go and try and forget about such a massive loss right after it happens. i conceive of him as a very solitary creature……social only by habit and extremely selective with who he shows vulnerability to. offscreen he spends a week by himself processing and then proceeds to throw himself into the next challenge (euros). this works as a distraction mostly because england nt is full of young hungry people who are also his friends…….england nt fic. now there’s a thought.

- only once england lose the final and there is literally nothing else to contend with other than the reality of losing x2 does declan allow kai to bring him around etc. phone call scene, after which deckai DO talk about the team the game the season etc but not about the relationship. fun fact as i mentioned to holdinghistorsogently in the dms is that they WOULD have talked about all of this with martin…….but in that moment martin can’t stand listening to this casual intimacy that he’s excluded from through no fault of his and cuts himself off first. this guy is so good at quiet self-destruction

- anyway anon to answer you i don’t think there is a hierarchy. to me their dynamic is one where they’re just as likely to go home together in a pair and the last one is going to have feelings of varying intensity about it depending on who it is. they are never going to talk about it everrrr because they just don’t work like that…. they are definitely at their most balanced and happiest IN the trio dynamic, but i don’t think they’ve reached the stage where they’ll instinctively default to the trio dynamic yet. life if they communicated 🕊️

- (important to note that the deckai in this fic is filtered heavily through martin's pov so we get a more surface-level perspective of their relationship than i'd like, but martin is right in that i think they have a sort of playfulness that martin doesn't have with either of them by virtue of being captain.)

excited to see how this shifts and evolves in the coming season though. and each individual side of this triangle on its own is still very compelling to me.

so that is the saga! i actually have a WIP that tracks them through the 23/24 season, but i don’t know if it’ll ever get done because it’s declan pov and he is so exhausting to write. feel free to ask me more about them i’m on a mission to populate their tag <3

[bonesandthebees]

Honestly, it’s impressive how the Olympics manages to hold my attention. Every morning I look at the planned sports and my brain picks out what I do and don’t care about and every single day I manage to get sucked into watching something I thought I didn’t care about. I’m lucky because I can watch the Belgian, the Dutch and the BCC broadcast (I think we have a French broadcast somewhere too but I am not looking for that channel) so I can switch between them and find different sports (which is how I found things like the BMXing and the women shooting finale where the Argentinian woman won her first gold medal and broke the world record). BBC usually has more swimming and diving (and I think gymnastics too) cuz we don’t have a lot of competitors in those.

Oh I watched some equestrian yesterday! How do you get a horse to do that? The sideways walks? The prancing around? The little hops? Impressive. Like the jumping is cool (and stressful) but I did not expect to be enthralled by a man making his horse do fancy steps for like 5 min straight (our team was aiming for 8 and they got 5th so they were very proud).

Side note: checking the state of the medals is always so funny because we have 4 and meanwhile America currently has 61. Like it’s a way bigger country with like x4 our athletes competing, but the gap is just so big. It’s also fun seeing different people and countries have different goals. Some people just want to get the final, other’s want to win, some are happy with bronze, some are impressed they made fifth.

Sad.h, I don’t really have people how know a lot of sports around anymore. My dad would always watch and keep me up to date, but now I have to keep track of what’s when myself. The commentators usually explain things so you can understand or piece it together yourself and there’s a lot of (mainly cycling and athletics related) rules floating in my scull. (And as the European football cup thought me, all the football (soccer) rules are still in there). So I can follow along.

I would love some people to watch sports with because none of my irl friends seem to be really into sports (except for the Olympic memes).

Anyway, of to read those last 90 pages now.

-🌲

in the US while NBC is usually hopping between different olympic sports my mom ended up getting peacock for us just for this month so we could have access to everything. it's stupid how peacock still makes us watch a ton of ads but we can literally filter by sport and watch pretty much everything that's going on whenever we want. it is nice that you have multiple tv channel options though I'm sure you also get a lot of variety with the commentators that way

DRESSAGE YEAH!! IT'S SO COOL! now I'm not super familiar with dressage myself so everything I'm going to tell you is just based off what my mother told me. while she did dressage herself she never did it competitively and more just did it as part of her training. according to her though it takes a lot of training to teach the horses how to do all those different steps and movements and it's incredibly complicated. the coolest part to me though is how the rider signals the horse to switch between what kinds of steps they're doing. when you watch dressage I know it looks like the rider isn't doing much except sitting there, but in actuality they're signaling to the other every single thing they need to do. they do this by mostly either adjusting how they're sitting on the horse or using their legs on either side of the horse. it's incredibly subtle but just a simple shift in weight on the saddle can signal the horse to switch to a different gait. it's really really cool to see. congrats to team belgium for getting fifth!!!

(also, I don't know which dressage event you watched but there's a stark difference between eventing horses doing dressage as part of a whole event while specializing in something else like jumping vs specialty horses doing dressage as their main event. like, the dressage specialty horses are incredible to watch it almost looks like they're floating)

american dominance in the olympics yeah 😭 there's too many of us sorry for hogging so many of the medals

[lackadaisicalnereid]

riverdale rewatch s01e03 body double

I was sorta on my way to doing another of my usual rewatch writeups but I caught up in my own thoughts, so we're doing this one differently.

This is the first episode on the rewatch where I'm inclined to treat Riverdale as a serious show, and it's mostly cause of Betty and the getting revenge for Veronica/Polly all the shamed girls plotline. Slut-shaming, as we all know, is a real thing and sure makes me happy I was never much exposed to it as a teen girl and, within Riverdale's capabilities, it does get Serious Treatment. But it also, at the same time, exposes Riverdale's limitations for doing any of this work for real. To quote a wiser person than I am, @deadgirlsupremacy, from our convo like years ago, comparing Twin Peaks and Riverdale:

Twin Peaks is absurd because it's making sense of absurd emotions like grief and trauma where Riverdale is absurd without necessarily any consequence

and that is still how I feel about Riverdale. Twin Peaks takes three seasons and a movie to basically say 'look at what this one murder can do' and despite the soap-operaness of it all, it treats the damn thing seriously. Bobby's funeral monologue of 'we all killed Laura' is the perfect example of it, but the whole show lives and breathes the idea of how this murder was horrible and how everyone was involved in it and how everyone now suffers the consequences. And then there's Riverdale. Even when it tries to be serious and deal with a serious topic seriously, the way it makes that work involves getting Cheryl to go from staunch defender of her brother and 'protector' of the ruling football elite to equally staunch supporter of the girls and their revenge in a scene, basically, with seemingly no actual consequence in terms of, ok, but what does this mean for Cheryl and what was obviously the most important relationship of her life, the one with her brother Jason? Her words say 'maybe I never knew my brother at all', and she's apologetic to Betty and present when Betty goes to burn the boys' playbook (where they keep score of their conquests) but apart from this being a good visual, it's not much else than that? It does not actually want to deal with consequences of things, it wants to have fun memorable scenes and to play with stuff. And that's okay. But it's not, well, serious? IDK. Will have to put more thought into this.

Other thoughts:

Love the first appearance of Dark Betty and love that she's an excellent femme fatale when she wants to act like one? Usually 'good girls' are presented as 'not capable of performing seduction'. Betty's so good at it when she's roleplaying, which just means it's her choice NOT to perform this sort of femininity otherwise, which makes for a more interesting character, imho.

Also, Jughead!?

'If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?' self-seriously delivered by the one and only Jughead.

When he starts saying the quote, he's offscreen and we're looking at the pinboard at the Blue & Gold, and he's doing his whole Twilight Zone voiceover voice, but then we pan to him leaning against the doorframe of the soon to be familiar space of the Blue & Gold office in Riverdale High, and he'speaking like Jughead. Not only is the line deliciously dramatic, and the delivery is great, and the line is so on point for Jughead, it also marks the kick off for the Jughead/Betty child detective journalists squad, which honestly in my memory is so charming it carries a solid amount of weight in s1.

Later in the same scene he's (again, self-seriously, so on brand, you gotta love it, Sprouse is really putting his whole pussy into this) calling his novel-in-the-making about Jason Blossom's murder 'Riverdale's own In Cold Blood', which (a) just marry Veronica, will you already? and (b) is so pretentious, I can't not love it.

also he does this while doing this:

It's exactly this mixture of self-serious and pretentious and referential and self-referential that makes Riverdale exactly what it is, which is decidedly not Twin Peaks, but it's also unlike anything else, so you gotta appreciate it.

Also: is that a Dog Day Afternoon poster in Archie's bedroom? If so, I have no idea what to do with that.

[agate-rambles]

hello! agate(the protagonist/hatchling) from outer wilds here.

1: what about you is most similar to your source?

well, i don't have much of a canon personality in source, so it's hard to say, but i'd say that my clothing and general appearance is(mostly) like my source

2: what about you is most different from your source?

i'm a lot less sassy. again, canon me doesn't have many lines so it's hard to gauge much about me, but it seems i'm kind of sassy in source and i'm much more timid now.

3: what's your favorite hobby/activity?

i really like swinging! it's the easiest way for us all to communicate, actually. we'll swing for hours and just talk! it's really awesome.

4: what hobby/activity reminds you of your source?

i've, er, not existed for very long so i haven't witnessed much of this world but i really want to try roasting a marshmallow! i used to eat a lot of them so i want to see what it's like here ::]

5: what's your favorite song?

it's perhaps a bit uncreative, but i really really adore the soundtracks to my source, especially echoes of the eye(though it does remind me of being there and that can be... unsettling to say the least). other than that, probably never meant by american football. i think it resonates with me both in the lyrics relating to my dilemma in source, but it also feels vaguely familiar and comforting, like home. i think it's because it's on andrew prahlow, the composer to the soundtrack to my game's, playlist of music that inspired outer wilds' music. another good one from that playlist is the birth of the death of the day by explosions in the sky.

6: what music reminds you of your source?

anything folk-y, but especially if it's got a banjo or whistling. acoustic guitar also feels familiar. is it cheating to say it's soundtrack and all the music on andrew prahlow's playlists?

7: how do you feel about your source's fandom?

they're so lovely! i've still... never really directly interacted with anyone but they're all very kind it seems. and a lot of them are talented artists! it's so wonderful to see everyone's different interpretations of my friends, and it's even better to see them drawn out. all the ocs are lovely too!

8: what's your favorite food?

marshmallows, except i don't think those count as food. other than that i like seafood and stews and such!

9: do you look the same as your source? if not, what's different?

i have slightly different face patterning and slightly differently colored eyes. also my helmet looks a bit different, and i have googles!

10: what's something your source's fandom gets wrong about you all the time?

well, wrong is a bit unfair. they're not wrong in my mind, because everyone interprets things differently. i am a tulpa, so i'm mostly just a manifestion of sawyer(host)'s headcanons, and i added some stuff along the way as well. in fact, we're still building me a bit, piece by piece. i think it'd be unfair for me to say that they're wrong when i'm a created being myself. but, that aside, most of what i see that isn't true for my timeline is ships and such. most of them don't bother me, they're just a bit weird to see, like gosslate or solanum and me, etc.. but there are a couple that bug me more than others. that's for another post though.

11: how do you feel about engaging with your source? (watching/listening/reading)

i love it! it's the type of game you really only play once, but getting up in my ship and flying around, feels wonderful. even if it's not me doing it and i'm just watching from headspace. it's great.

12: is your gender/sexuality the same as your source or different?

well, we hearthians don't really have a gender, and i don't have a gender, so yeah for that! as for sexuality, we're still figuring that out. there's no real canon sexualities in source due to it just never being relevant? but i'd wager i'm a little more on the asexual spectrum than my canon self would be.

13: what's your favorite animal?

well, out of the animal options from my source it's either jellyfish, regular fish or, uh... anglerfish. so i think i'm gonna go with the jellyfish, lol. on earth though, cats really fascinate me!

introject (mostly fictive centered, but open to all) ask game bc it sounded fun to make one!

1: what about you is most similar to your source?

2: what about you is most different from your source?

3: what's your favorite hobby/activity?

4: what hobby/activity reminds you of your source?

5: what's your favorite song?

6: what music reminds you of your source?

7: how do you feel about your source's fandom?

8: what's your favorite food?

9: do you look the same as your source? if not, what's different?

10: what's something your source's fandom gets wrong about you all the time?

11: how do you feel about engaging with your source? (watching/listening/reading)

12: is your gender/sexuality the same as your source or different?

13: what's your favorite animal?

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 14. J-Jesus?

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 1,993

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

"OW!" You yelled as you roughly landed on your back. Despite a horrible feeling of dizziness, you quickly hauled yourself onto your knees. You grimaced at the irritating feeling of sand getting into a few small scrapes and cuts that currently littered your body. While trying to regain your balance you noticed a few specks of red glistening in the sand. You felt around the area under your nose before examining your hand and finding blood.

"Get up." Your attacker sighed. "We aren't finished yet."

"You're a real asshole yaknow!?" You yelled, managing to shakily get yourself standing.

"You're angry. Good. Come at me." He ordered.

You hesitantly took the prompt and rushed at your opponent. He threw a punch, but you managed to dodge it; however in the process you failed to notice his leg as it swiftly delivered a blow to your stomach. Once again you fell backwards onto the sand.

"You are the worst. Teacher. Ever." You coughed and sputtered, trying to regain control of your breathing after having the wind knocked out of you.

"Give me a break. No need to be over dramatic. I didn't hit you that hard." Jotaro walked over to where you were sitting and offered a hand. "Consider this payback for the stunt you pulled yesterday at the football stadium."

"I already told you I'm sorry about that." You sighed, taking the hand and slowly getting back on your feet.

"Relax, I know you did what you had to. We're doing this because you need to be more prepared." Jotaro watched you carefully, making sure you didn't keel over. He was realizing how he may have overdone it a little while the two of you were sparring.

"Remind me again how you beating me up at the beach for three hours straight helps my preparedness?" You groaned while walking over to where you had left your things.

"Being capable of fighting without a stand is just as important as fighting with one." Jotaro explained. You shuffled through your bag, procuring two water bottles, and tossing one over to Jotaro. "You need to build up your own physical strength given your stand seems to only have the same level of destructive power as you do."

"That's easy for you to say." You wiped some sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand. "You're built like a demented mix of Hercules and a Michelangelo sculpture. Don't get me started on your stand's physique. Do you even work out?" Jotaro ignored your comments and took a sip of the water you handed him.

"You did well today. You don't have much in terms of offensive technique, but your defensive instinct is promising." You weren't sure how to take the feedback, but it seemed mostly positive. Jotaro's tone never held any clues to what he meant when he said things. You absentmindedly took a sip of your water and immediately spit it out onto the sand as you tasted something metallic. Your nose was still bleeding. Quickly, you tilted your head back and looked for something to help wipe the blood off.

"Don't do that." Jotaro said stiffly, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to you. "The blood will just flow down your throat."

"Uh...Thanks." You hesitantly took the handkerchief. There were a lot of things about Jotaro that you didn't particularly like, but he was an overall standup guy. Before the training session even began the he made sure you didn't have any remaining injuries from your fight with Radio Star. He stopped when you asked him to, and always made it clear that you always had the option to say no.

While you nursed your bleeding nose, Jotaro's cellphone started ringing. Your mentor mumbled a few things over the line before sighing and shoving the phone back in his pocket.

"I need to go deal with some family matters. Can you make it home by yourself?" Jotaro asked. The two of you were now walking toward a more populated part of the beach.

"You didn't hit me that hard." You joked. Jotaro rolled his eyes as you glanced down at your watch. "I'm going to stick around here a little while longer. I have a little time before I need to get home."

"Alright then, be safe Y/n."

"Sure thing Mr. Kujo." You waved as you parted ways. Jotaro went to the parking lot, and you headed further down the beach to a secluded spot a little bit away from where the two of you sparred. There was barely a wave today. You took a deep breath of the sea breeze and bathed in the mid-morning sunlight. Despite the fact every muscle in your body was screaming and sore, you bent down to take your shoes off. Leisurely, you strolled to the edge of the water and trained your gaze on the horizon, simply letting your mind go blank. After a few moments of peace something in the water caught your eye. Specifically, the way the water was rippling, it was odd. You looked down the shore, surprised to find Jaya quietly standing in the water a few yards away. She had her eyes closed, and almost looked to be in a meditative state. What caught you off guard was her standing less in the water, and more on top of it. You watched in amazement as the water rippled in an unnatural flower like pattern beneath her feet.

"Jaya?" You whisper shouted, trying to get the girl's attention. Her head snapped to your direction, she stumbled a bit, one of her feet sinking into the water for a split second.

"Jojo?!" She regained her balance and smiled at you bashfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Am I going crazy?" You asked, trying to register that the girl was walking on water. "What's with the Jesus impersonation you got going on here?"

"Huh? Oh! This is sort of a part of my hamon training." Jaya explained. You were still confused on how exactly her magic sunlight voodoo worked, but were willing to roll with it. "Apparently, I need to work on my focus so dad suggested I try this. It's kinda fun and scary at the same time." You looked at Jaya curiously. "If I don't focus correctly, I'll fall in the water." You nodded, noticing your friend's feet had progressively sunk down since you started talking. "It's a pretty advanced method of hamon use, so I haven't exactly mastered it yet." Jaya slowly wobbled her way back to shore. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as you. Training. Well, sort of." You talked as Jaya collected her things. "Mr. Jotaro has taken it upon himself to be my mentor."

"Stand user trouble?" She asked.

"Yeah." You sighed. "There's no denying something's going on in this town. But we don't know what or who causing it." Jaya gave you a curious side eye. "Heck. Mr. Jotaro doesn't even know why people around here are getting stands all of a sudden."

"Did Tim wind up telling you how he got his?" Jaya asked.

"Trust me, I asked. But his story was pretty weird." You answered.

"Everything surrounding you has been weird recently." Your friend joked. "What's your point?"

"Well, he told me that Blake Greenmin threatened him." You said, leaning against a nearby tree for some shade.

"Blake? The top student of our class?" Jaya asked as she followed you.

"Uh... I guess I didn't tell you this, but he's a stand user too."

"Jeez!" Jaya's eyes widened. "These guys really are coming out of the woodwork!"

"Anyways." You continued. "Blake threatened Tim so they could meet here at the beach on one of the open boardwalks. When they met that evening, Blake showed up with a man. Tim couldn't give me any defining characteristics about the guy except that he was wearing some weird outfit. Blake beat Tim up and the mystery man stabbed him with something. Tim said he's pretty sure they were both stand users, but I don't know for sure. Tim said he stumbled around town for a little while, and shortly after, his wound healed and his stand Radio Star was awakened." You explained the abridged story as best you could.

"Have you told Mr. Kujo about this?" Jaya asked.

"Yep." You sighed tiredly. "But he couldn't make heads or tails of it either." You pushed yourself off of the tree. "Which reminds me. I want to go check out the boardwalk where Tim was attacked."

"Why?"

"I just want to look for anything that could be a clue. Wanna help? I could use an extra set of eyes on this."

"Of course. I'd be happy to help." Jaya smiled. You glanced at your watch and jumped.

"Crap! I need to start heading home! Senora Jones wanted me to cover a shift at the bakery."

"That's fine. We can meet back here tomorrow? Same time. Same place." Jaya said, turning to start walking to the parking lot. "Why don't we walk home together?" She suggested.

"Yeah. I'd appreciate that."

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You and Jaya strolled through town towards your home, taking in the sight and sounds of the urban area. Andorra Beach was by no means a big town. There were plenty of shops and attractions, but really all you had entertainment wise was a local movie theatre and the beach. You never found yourself bored given your time was split pretty evenly between school and working in the bakery, but recently you started wondering about your future. Was your life going to go back to the way it was before your fight with Metal Health? Would the dull but peaceful lull from before just return on its own when you found the cause of the stand attacks? At this point you couldn't tell what you wanted. On one hand, it was torturous not being able to have a full night's rest in nearly a week, and right now you were living in a constant state of fear for your mother. But on the other hand, you liked the fact you were finally able to use your stand, it felt freeing. Until your fight with Metal Health you only ever used Golden Soul to reach for the higher shelves in the store room or to catch things just slightly out of your reach. Now you were realizing you could use it to help people, kind of like how you helped Jaya and Tim. Jaya chattered on about her favorite band or something as you retreated deeper into your own thoughts. Eventually the two of you arrived at the intersection that connected your home, the school, and the beach. You patently waited for the walk light to change. When the walk sign lit up you moved to step off the curb but Jaya roughly grabbed the back of your shirt and tugged.

"AH!" You yelled as you fell back into your friend. "What was that for...?" You asked.

"T-the light!" Jaya stuttered. She pointed at the light only to see the cars had stopped. Jaya looked around frantically. "W-what's... going on?"

"Woops. Guess I should've told ya." You motioned for Jaya to follow you across the stretch of road. "After our fight, Tim asked if there was anything he could do for me. I asked him to fix the walk light."

"O-oh." Jaya looked at the light curiously. "He can do that?"

"Apparently." You shrugged before glancing at your watch again. "I really need to go. See you around the same time tomorrow?"

"Yep! See you then!" Jaya gave a wave before splitting off toward her home.

You also turned to go home, but you were bombarded with a familiar and aggravating tugging sensation. Confused but impatient you moved to continue walking, but something else caught your attention among the chatter of shoppers and pedestrians. Was that...whimpering? Through the light foot traffic, you followed the sound until you found yourself standing in front of a young boy who was crouching to the side of the sidewalk. He couldn't have been more than ten or eleven. You cautiously approached the boy as he quietly sobbed into his hands.

"Hey... are you alright?"

[mchiti]

I'm not the anon from before. I think in germany it was mostly the media that talked about a downgrade for pavard. I don't want to discredit Inter in any way, but it was really odd to see his desire to come because objectively can we say that Bayern and Inter are on two different levels. But I don't doubt that Inter is an excellent club and it seems to me that many players don't do great things once they leave (onana now, hakimi at PSG). So maybe it's the right choice for him. I don't agree that he's pretending now, on the contrary, knowing tuchel I think he's just very happy he got away from him haha ​​and in my opinion he's really happy to be there after these months because I see him literally liking everything hahaha. I wish he left in better terms but he's asked many times to leave and they knew it and tried to jeopardize it and he's not one who fakes anything. And for Manchester United, there had been contacts but it's not just Manchester that withdrew, Bayern blocked his exit but in the meantime he was also talking to Inter and insisted on Inter. It seems to me that the choice has been made. Anyway enjoy it, I adore Benji and I will still following and honestly Tuchel is capable of making even the saints escape ✋✋

Hi friend, sorry I'm only getting to it now, I had a long day but I've read this earlier and thank you :) I wasn't even mad at the other anon tbh vkjhs it's okay if they think it's a downgrade. To be fair any move from bayern rn is probably a "downgrade" minus rma or city now... I guess? I know german media said this, because there was this german journalist from sky sports who was wondering the same (x) and said it was a downgrade and inter fans got super mad so I read it. All I was saying is that I don't think everything is black and white in football. Like sure a club like bayern that can get kane for 100M or whatever the fees was is more powerful than my club whose most expensive transfer was pavard himself for 30M. [and the most expensive of all of serie a this year]. But yeah tuchel right lol. yeah I sadly am familiar, the king of destroying players. So I guess he chose solely on a playing style level and what fits him best and still got into a strong competitive club who reached ucl final 3 months ago. we beat barca and went strong from there on didn't we.

btw about onana at man utd I don't really know, I rate him very much and i'm sure it's a moment, he's adjusting and can do better. but yeah in general I feel the same, almost everyone delivers at inter and you can't say serie a is not as competitive than at least ligue1 and bundesliga (and probably more as a whole, no offence). And he's a defender and italy is the country of defenders, and he said he liked playing in a 3 back system which is very peculiar of inter especially. And it's a very modern 3-5-2, and we have a very fucking good manager tbh. so yah I don't see the fuss lol tuchel is now moaning because he wanted him to stay? so that means he's now where he wanted to be lol

anywayssss thank u for taking the time to write to me, have a fantastic night/ day tomorrow/ life :)))

[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

-

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

what happened the first time Wes tried to crack open the Danny is Phantom conspiracy did he like, confront Danny first or was it all behind his back like, maybe hoping ground zero would be lost among the gossip and that Danny wouldn't find out who spilled the beans once everyone knew

I mean it obviously wouldn't work because nobody believed him and the gossip didn't take off very far beyond a few people talking about Wes being kinda weird

I should absolutely write a fic about this.

I am absolutely going to write a fic about this.

I AM RIGHT NOW GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS.

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"Hey Fenton! Fenton!!" Dash came bounding over and threw a meaty arm around his shoulder.

"Jesus Dash! What?!" Danny buckled under the weight (pretended to anyway) as Dash gave him a surprisingly lighthearted punch on the arm.

"You haven't heard?! Wes has this total batshit insane theory, it's hilarious!"

Dash was in a genuine giggle-fit, Danny didn't think he'd ever seen him this merry, he was also starting to suspect he was going to leave this conversation being the butt of the joke somehow. Wait-

"Wes? Who the heck is Wes?" Danny asked, it wasn't like he knew everyone in school, like Dash seemed to.

"He's on the basketball team, you know, tall guy, red hair, threw a sick move at least month's game! You know, WES!"

"I didn't watch that game."

"Oh," said Dash, flatly, "Oh yeah, almost forgot you're a total nerd. Anyway, like I was saying!"

Dash grabbed Danny by the shoulders and nearly lifted him off the floor.

"Wes thinks," he could barely speak through his giggling, he even snorted a few times, "Wes thinks your secretly PHANTOM."

Dash dropped Danny back down as he doubled over laughing.

"Could you imagine?! You! You're not even DEAD!" Dash honest to god slapped his knee in mirth.

Danny went through an incredibly swift array of emotions in the span of about five seconds.

The first was fear, clear and bracing, then came confusion, how did he know? Had he seen something? Then there was hope, Dash didn't believe it, and if DASH didn't believe it, maybe nobody else believed it either. Then relief, he could roll with this, he could TOTALLY roll with this! Dash was right! It was absurd, it was ridiculous, it was hilarious, him being Phantom? What utter nonsense!

Sam and Tucker had been standing by his side at a Dash-safe distance, looking absolutely horrified. Sam looked ready to jump in and lay down a swift defence, but Danny gave a quick little low wave for her to stand down. He got this.

"Oh my god SERIOUSLY?" Danny busted out a slightly hysterical laugh, okay so he wasn't completely over the initial terrified anxiety.

"How could I- I mean what- WHY does he think I'M Phantom?! I mean how does that even work I don't-"

Dash clapped him on the shoulder, this was probably the most contact he'd ever had with him without being physically assaulted.

"I know right?! Like apparently he thinks you look alike? And he's all like 'But I've seen his eyes glow green' and 'they're never in the same roo-hoo-hoom." Dash wheezed and started hacking and coughing.

Danny carefully constructed a look of offence.

"Hey I mean, it's not THAT funny. Why couldn't I be Phantom! I know how to use a Fenton Thermos! Look I even HAVE one right-" he torn open his backpack and pulled one out, making sure to fumble it in a terrific display of fuck-uppery and drop it noisily on the cafeteria floor, he dropped to his knees trying to grab it but knocked it under a table.

A few girls standing nearby who'd been listening in started tittering, one of the guys sitting at the table snorted milk through his nose and Dash was just about on the floor in hysterics.

Even Sam and Tucker covered their mouths in an attempt to look like they were holding in laughter. Tucker muttered to Sam, just loud enough for people around to hear.

"I mean, he's our friend and we love him, but god that was painful to watch. He knows he's terrible at ghost hunting! He's got like, nothing but thumbs."

Danny climbed under the table, grabbed at the thermos and lifted it up as he crawled back out.

"See! See! I have a thermos! I could TOTALLY be Phantom!"

Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay bud, I think you'd be a great Phantom." her voice was thick with her usual sarcasm, soaked in pity though it were.

Danny's ears burned in embarrassment, he might have been humiliating himself on purpose, but it was still humiliating, watching everyone laugh at him for being so weak and incompetent. He was grateful to his friends for pushing through their discomfort and keeping up the act, it was still painful, but it came with a wash of pure unadulterated relief.

Nobody believed this Wes guy, nobody thought it could be even remotely possible. People would talk about it for a little while, have a laugh, maybe there would be a few memes and in-jokes, but eventually it would drop off. People would forget all about it and it would be just another notch on the gossip mill belt.

Even if someone DID believe it, they could never admit it for fear of vicious ridicule, for once in his life peer pressure was his friend.

And then Wes walked in.

Once Danny saw him he realised that he did recognise Wes, he'd seen him hanging around Kwan a few times, and chatting with Star, he was also in Danny's english class. That was about as familiar as he got with the guy, they'd never spoken a word to each other.

Wes had a terrifying expression of seething fury ripping across his face. He was glaring at Dash.

"It's NOT. FUNNY."

Dash was completely unable to stand, it was honestly overkill, Danny almost thought he was hamming it up on purpose, but maybe not, his face was turning an alarming shade of red after all.

"Wes don-" Dash gasped. "Don't do this to me man, I can't brea-" Dash was gasping for air, trying desperately to hold down the giggles.

Danny could almost see steam rising as Wes seethed. Then suddenly that furious stare was shooting daggers straight at him. Danny shrank into himself, looking as small and helpless as he possibly could.

"Uh hey Wes, um, I've heard the news." he joked tacking on a nervous laugh for emphasis. "Uh, soooo," he tossed the thermos from hand to hand, nearly dropping it again. "Is this like, just a joke or do you really-?"

Dash continued to wheeze, Kwan was holding him up by the arm, muttering about getting some water to cool off.

Wes strode over until he and Danny were face to face, he was taller by a good couple inches, even more so with Danny making a conscious effort to appear small.

Wes jabbed a sharp finger into his collarbone.

"Don't think I'm fooled by this pathetic act you've got going on, I am ONTO you, Phantom." he spat.

Danny glanced sidelong at the table beside him, silently begging for assistance, they only watched in silence, strained faces trying not to laugh. A glance the other way to his friends, they simply shrugged.

"Um, okaaay," Danny started backing away slowly. "Uh look Wes I am honestly really flattered but, do we really look that alike?" Danny ran a hand through his hair and then pointed up at Wes. "I mean we BOTH kinda have Phantom's haircut."

Sam deadpanned from the sidelines, "Maybe they're BOTH Phantom."

"We should start marketing that haircut." Tucker muttered to himself, tapping something on his tablet. "We could make a fortune, are you any good at hairdressing?"

Sam shot him a look of disgust and did not dignify the question with a response.

"Don't play dumb you two," said Wes, flipping his focus, "You're definitely in on this!"

The entire cafeteria was awash with giggles by this point. Just about everyone had heard about Wes' theory, but were mostly convinced it was some kinda joke. Now? Now they knew Wes was straight up fucking delusional.

He glanced around as people laughed, at him. At HIM.

"It's not funny!" he yelled over the crowed, the tittering increased in volume. Someone across the room yelled-

"Hey if I get the haircut, can I be Phantom too?"

One of the goths stood up on her seat.

"I've GOT the haircut! Mom says it's MY TURN to be the Phantom!"

There was a fresh round of mirthful laughter, some kids wheezing as hard as Dash had been. Another few kids piped up above the cacophony, throwing jokes of their own.

"I've got a soup thermos so I'm Phantom now, sorry sweaty I don't make the rules."

"If I wear a Phantom shirt does that make me Phantom ALL the time or am I only Phantom when I'm wearing it?"

"I have an ass, Phantom has an ass. Conclusion: I am Phantom's ass."

"Tag yourself I'm the thermos."

"DO THE BUTTS MATCH?"

Wes had been trying to scream over the din, infuriated, desperate to find SOMEONE who would listen.

Danny gave him a pat on the back.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, The Guys in White once hunted some guy down because he had white hair, if a government agency can fuck that up then-"

Wes slugged him.

It wasn't a particularly solid punch like Dash's hits, it was quick and precise, Was wasn't a brawny guy, but he was lean and fast and had good aim.

Danny whuffed out a heavy breath as Wes' fist collided with his sternum and he collapsed to the floor.

Everyone in the cafeteria lost their shit, a few people screamed and one table of football jocks all stood up chanting, "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT."

Tucker ran over to him as Sam stepped up and without hesitation slammed a fist straight into Wes' nose.

The footballers lost their minds, one of the goths stood up on their table screaming "REPRESEEENT!!"

Wes backed up immediately, crying out from the sharp pain blossoming across his face, he'd never been hit before and couldn't pull his thoughts together quick enough to throw a punch back at her, so he was taken by surprise once again as Sam placed a solid roundhouse kick to his stomach.

He had certainly not been expecting that kind of brute strength from her, she had incapacitated him swiftly and effectively, barely having broken a sweat.

One of his teammates hollered over the crowd and came barrelling down on the goth, she dodged without batting an eye and darted nimbly out of the way, giving the guy a quick kick in the pants to throw him off balance as she rocketed for the cafeteria door.

As Wes took a deep breath through his mouth, his nose dripping blood, he realised that Danny and Tucker were gone. The fight had lasted only seconds but Sam had run distraction well enough for the boys to take off without anyone noticing, a glance around showed Tucker supporting Danny about to exit through the cafeteria doors.

The doors opened to an out of breath Mr Lancer on the other side.

"'The Light Fantastic!' WHAT is going on here?!"

Oh they were all so fucked.

[arenpath]

Hey, swap seats?

Pairing: Victor Criss x reader (main) Patrick Hockstetter x reader Poly! Bowers gang x reader Patrick Hockstetter x Victor Criss Word count: 1.1K Warnings: Patrick, a little bit of smut. There is nothing better in the whole world than Reggie’s smile. Therefore, when you saw his heartwarming smile through the rearview mirror, you relaxed a little. However, the reason for your tense state was still here, right next to you. Patrick Hockstetter or Patrick Cocksucker, how you liked calling him with Reggie because you were sure that Reggie wouldn’t rat you out. That creep was playing with your hair and the hem of your T-shirt. Actually, he had a point to do it. You were dating. It had started from the moment you got to know Reggie. He helped you to dissect a frog. He was so nice to you, so you two started dating after 3 months. The whole time you had been catching glances from the rest of the gang. When you and the Bowers gang were hanging out together some of them tried to touch you. Hair, clothes, palms – everything was not left without attention. Vic and surprisingly Henry were so sweet to you like Reggie was so you couldn’t fall for them too. Your boyfriend noticed your attraction for his friends, it was time for serious talk. Discussing the topic, you decided that you are a Bowers gang girlfriend from that moment. That meant that you are the girlfriend of the whole gang and even Patrick’s, who scared the shit out of you.You planned to avoid him and hang out mostly near the rest of the gang. However, there was a place, where you couldn’t do that. Reggie’s sweet Trans Am. You were forced to sit behind between Victor and your nightmare. Reggie would not ever let someone be the driver of his baby. Henry said that he like a real leader had to sit at the front. The only option to save your ass from Patrick was Victor’s seat. The gang and you were going to a bistro to have dinner. Patrick was still messing with your hair and clothing, while you were mentally praying Reggie to drive faster. Suddenly, he grabbed your hair, turned your head to face him, and bit your face hard. That was the last straw. You wouldn’t handle one more ride with him sitting next to you, you had to talk to Vic. Now sitting not in the car, but at the table in the bistro, you were planning how to stay alone with the boys and without Patrick. Guys were talking about the upcoming party in Greta’s place and making fun of Derry’s football team, which lost with a crushing score the day before. Periodically Reggie asked you if you wanted an extra glass of the cola or something else like a caring boyfriend. Henry’s big hand was on your right knee, while one of the hands of yours was placed in warm Victor’s palms.You were peacefully drinking your lemonade and thinking how to get rid of Patrick when you heard familiar voices. Turned to the window, you saw Richie and Eddie, who were messing with each other in the bicycle parking lot. You saw that your boyfriends exchanged glances and started getting up from the table definitely to kick some losers’ asses. -Stay here and order something, Y/n, - told Victor, rising. -No! – you squeezed his palm, - they can do it without you and we need to talk! Victor glared after the guys sighed, but stayed with you. -What do you want to talk about, cutie? – Vic made a sip of soda. - Swap seat? – you asked with hope in your voice, but he only chuckled. - Why? I thought that you like being squeezed by two hot boys in the back seats, - he winked at you. -Vic, I prefer being squeezed only by you, not you and Patrick. He scares the shit out of me, so, please, let’s swap seats! - I really like my seat, but ok, I let you take mine for one ride. - No, no, no, Vic. You don’t understand, I want to take your place forever. - We can make a deal, you know? – you felt that Vic’s leg started rubbing against yours under the table. - What deal? - Listen, now we can have some time alone in the restroom and I let you swap seats or… You interrupt him. - But Victor! You’re my boyfriend how dare you asking for something in return for my safety?! - Or, baby, you cannot do it and wait for the moment when Patrick will force you to suck him off in the Trans Am, while the others will watch this little show. You were shocked by his words. How one of your sweet boyfriends could tell you things like this? You just couldn’t believe that that was true. - Think faster, Y/n, they will return soon. You looked out the window and saw how your boyfriends were beating up losers. You saw them doing it like million times, so you knew that Vic is right and they were going to come back pretty soon. You clenched fists and sighed. -Fine… Vic stood up and when a staff of the bistro was distracted with their own thing, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the male toilet. Inside the bathroom stall, you were sitting on the toilet lid waiting for Vic to unbutton his pants. - I’m ready, sweetheart. Take off your T-shirt and stand on your knees.When you pulled off your T-shirt, both of you swapped seats: he is on the lid, you are between his wide-open legs. You were not into the blow job, so you started slowly. You were rubbing his cock, while Victor was quietly moaning. After a minute, when the awkwardness began to fade, you touched him with your lips. Criss cupped your cheeks and his moans became louder. For a few minutes, you were sucking and licking his dick, periodically stopping to listen for sounds from outside. As Vic was close, he gave you a signal to pull back and cum on your breast. Vic helped you to clean you up with toilet paper and pull your shirt on. Coming back to the table, you saw that the boys had been already there, talking loudly about losers’ faces when the gang was beating them up. Seeing both of you, their smiles widened to shit-eating grins. After ten minutes of talking and eating your group decided to spend the rest of the day at Hockstetter’s. You, Henry, and Reggie were leaving the bistro when Patrick grabbed Vic’s hand. -How it was, Vicky? – said Hockstetter and licked lips. -Amazing. By the way, do you know what it was for? Patrick raised an eyebrow questioningly. -She is scared of you, creep. Y/N did it because she wanted to me swap the seats with her to not seat with you. Hockstetter’s grin became even wider. - So, Vicky, does it mean that now you’re my seatmate? Ya know, I prefer our sweet Y/N. - We can make a deal. You do to me the same thing that she did and while we are riding, she is yours. - Deal, babe.

[notanotherreidgirl]

Serial Knitters

Summary: Spencer goes out of his way to buy a gift for a special someone

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 845

A/N: Ugh, this is so self-indulgent. I don't know if anyone will be able to relate but I just love knitting and crocheting and if someone went out of their way to buy me yarn I would just melt and make them a million things. Also, I am quite pleased with this title :)

Derek grumbled as he fiddled with the radio. It was bad enough that the witness they drove out 45 minutes to interview was a combative dead-end but now he had to listen to off-brand country music because there wasn’t a single good radio station in this middle of nowhere Wyoming town. Finally, he shut it off, resigned to riding in silence until Reid found something to ramble about. What he didn't expect was for Spencer to practically jump out of his seat without warning, demanding that they turn around and stop. “Wait, wait, wait! Derek, stop the car. Stop it right now!”

Derek slammed on the brakes so fast he almost got whiplash. He shot into reverse without question only to pull up to a craft store at the side of the road. Knit N’ Needle

“What the hell, Reid! Are you kidding me right now?” He wasn’t done but Spencer was already out the door before he had even put the SUV in park. Derek slammed the door behind him, prepared to yell at Spencer in front of everyone in the store. Luckily, the place was deserted except for an older woman snoozing behind the counter with a half-finished sock suspended between two needles. He found Reid in the back surveying a wall of multicolored yarn and he grabbed his arm. “Are you serious, man? We could’ve gotten killed! What were you thinking? We have a highly organized unsub on the loose and you’re buying yarn?”

“I’m allowed to have interests outside of serial killers.” Spencer narrowed his eyes defensively as he swiped two skeins of yarn off the shelf, one a light lavender and the other a deep violet. Derek let out a huff and pinched the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. Was he overreacting? Maybe.

“Ok, fine. I’m sorry, just don’t do that again.” He picked up a ball of yarn, tossing it up in the air and spinning it like a football. “So what? Is this a new hobby?”

“Something like that.” Spencer gave the little bell on the counter a tap and checked out quickly, cheeks tinged pink as he climbed back into the SUV.

On the jet ride home, Derek told everyone about the impromptu yarn store stop and over the next week he asked a million and one questions about Spencer’s new hobby. It’s getting chilly, Reid. When can I expect a pair of gloves?

But it was mostly forgotten after a few weeks and Derek would have certainly let it go if not for a certain exchange he witnessed during the office Christmas party Penelope insisted on throwing. He was sitting back on his desk, sipping on eggnog when he noticed Spencer talking to someone new. For a moment Derek debated eavesdropping, knowing that it was wrong, but the two of you were so close and all he had to do was scoot a little to the left and he could hear your conversation perfectly.

“Hey, you’re here! I-um-I wasn’t sure if you’d come.” Spencer’s nervousness was apparent but it was overshadowed by the genuine happiness in his voice. He was overjoyed that you were here.

“Of course! I wanted to see you.” Derek recognized your voice. You were Penelope’s friend, a technical analyst working in white-collar crimes. The only person Penelope preferred speaking to on the phone over Derek. He had never seen you, never seen how pretty you were. Derek started to get up, prepared to slip into the role of wingman. But it didn’t seem like Spencer needed help. You held up a gift bag, decorated with little snowmen. “I actually have something for you”

“For me?” Spencer’s face lit up as he took the bag and reached inside. It was a scarf, warm and thick with cables of familiar lavender yarn intertwining with violet strands. He held it for a moment, running his hands along the intricate patternwork, the soft tassels. “You made this?”

You nodded somewhat sheepishly, suddenly feeling quite shy. He put it on without a second thought despite the fact that they were inside and the heat was on. “It’s perfect! I love it.” I love you.

Derek wasn’t normally one for meddling, leaving that to Penelope, but he was barely resisting the urge to dangle some mistletoe between the two of you. Instead, he settled for sauntering over with a smirk plastered on his face. “New hobby, huh Reid?”

Spencer flushed but he didn’t take his eyes off you. Derek only laughed, leaving behind a smitten Spencer and bringing out a very confused look on your face as he made his way to Penelope, excited to be the one with gossip for a change.

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After that, the knitted creations were even more frequent. Derek finally got that pair of gloves, and there was a proper blanket for the jet, crocheted animals for Penelope, even a winter hat for Hotch. And Spencer had the most of anyone - sweater vests, cozy cardigans, personalized mismatched socks - the evidence of your love always proudly displayed on his person.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 (𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Part Two

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡/𝐄𝐦𝐨! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥/𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞/𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞/𝐝*𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩*𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐊+

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @hanatiny @vocalyunho @galaxteez (payback you little bitch)

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Awoken from her daydream, Y/N grumbled when her best friend shoved his notebook in her face.

"Earth to Y/N!" He shouted as he ruffled her hair with the object in his hand.

"Mingi! What the hell?" She complained as she pushed the notebook away.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 3 minutes. Are you even listening to me?" He questioned her.

"I am!" She interjected.

Giving her a quizzical look, he crossed his arms.

"Really? Then can you tell me what the answer is?"

Ripping the notebook from his hands, she looked over the equation that filling half the page, squinting at it every now and then before ultimately admitting defeat as she slowly handed it back to the genius sitting next to her on the bench.

Rolling his eyes, Mingi let out a small sigh as he began packing up his belongings, deeming it useless to continue his semi-tutoring session.

"Don't give me that look Min, not everyone is a cute nerd like you that can solve an advanced calculus problem in mere seconds."

"Ok! Although that may be true.." He held up a finger as he paused to fully zip up his bag.

"You're pretty smart too Y/N."

She gave him a small thankful smile at his comment.

"You're problem isn't that you're dumb. Your problem is currently standing right over there."

She hesitantly tilted her head to where his head gestured at, knowing fully well what she'd see. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the black combat boots, her eyes stayed fixated on the figure reclining against the lamppost. Her eyes trailed up his ripped black skinny jeans, up his torso which was covered by a striped black and dark red turtleneck, its sleeves peeking out of the black studded leather jacket layered on top, until they landed on his nonchalant gaze. His eyes were looking down at his phone, the input connected to the headphones that were currently resting on top of his dark ash grey head. That was how one would mostly find Kim Hongjoong: lost in his own little world, blocking out the rest of his environment with a click of his music playlist, no doubt filled with bands like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin and MCR. Y/N wasn't going to lie, more than once she often thought about playing a G note near him just to see if he'd react or not. Thinking about him actually reacting to anything made her giggle on the inside.

"And there you go again!" Mingi's voice yelled in her ear.

She was so startled by his piercing scream, she actually fell over and hit the pavement kinda hard. She winced as she felt a pain on her derriere.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." She groaned as she began lifting herself up.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms scooped her up and helped her stand upright.

"You all right?" The person asked.

"I think so. Thank you for-"

Her words got caught on her throat as a pair of dark brown eyes looked at her, black eyeliner smoked out to accentuate the shape of his eyes and make them look more intense than they already were.

He smirked at her before looking over at Mingi and nodding at him.

"Yunho sent you the invite right?"

Although he was quite familiar and somewhat friendly with Hongjoong, Mingi still had a hard time talking to him, so he merely tilted his head down in a half nod.

"So you're coming or are you going to stay home again and study for any surprise quiz Professor Nam might try to give us?"

Mingi poked his bottom lip out, somewhat offended at being called out like that. The dark male let out a soft snort.

"Seriously Mingi, going out once in a while won't hurt you. You don't even have to get fucked up if you don't want. Just come hang out."

Turning his attention back at the girl silently admiring him, he flashed her a wink.

"Bring a friend if you want too."

Bringing the headphones up to cover his overly pierced ears, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away in that usual way of his that made several people think he was on his way to commit a felony or crime.

Y/N watched him leave until he was completely out of sight, and even then, she still stayed staring at the corner he turned. Leaning in, Mingi stared at her with widened eyes.

"Your middle school phase of liking Andy Biersack copycats is really showing Y/N."

She scoffed and pushed his face away from hers.

"Shut up, you act like you didn't have your own infatuation with Hayley Williams."

Mingi stiffened, his ears turning slightly red at the memories.

"I got over it didn't I?"

"I don't know? Did you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Some friend you are. And here I was actually thinking of taking you with me to the weekend bash Yunho and his friends invited me to."

Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"First off, why would they even invite you? You're not even a part of their clique. Second, even if they had invited you, you wouldn't go. You're too uptight." She accused him.

Squinting his eyes at her, Mingi cleared his throat.

"For your information, I got paired up with Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho once for a group project and we actually keep in touch since then."

Y/N dropped her hands to the side, a loud slapping noise made against her thighs.

"When was this?"

"Around the time you went to that trip with your parents back home." He answered.

Her mouth dropped open.

"And you never told me this because.....?"

Mingi rolled his eyes.

"Because you would have teased me or would have said something about a nerd, a jock, a teacher's pet and an emo goth, whatever hell spawn demon he is, in a room together and actually getting along."

"I mean, I get them getting along, not so sure about a boring old prick like you though." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mingi held his fingers up, threatening to flick her forehead if she continued, but Y/N flinched away.

"You ass. And here I was actually thinking of going and taking you so you can hit on your dream boy." He expressed as he began his walk back home, already deeming it late to stay behind on campus grounds.

Following suit and placing herself on his left, Y/N uttered out.

"He's not my dream boy..."

"Really? Then why do you keep drooling over him and looking at him with googly eyes about to pop out of their sockets?" He inquired.

"He's just.....he's just a complex character. Full of mystery and shrouded in this dark aura that I want to get past and see what's behind it...."

She hesitated even though she was supposed to be answering a question. She felt kinda stupid for thinking like that, making Hongjoong seem like some type of enigma when in reality, he could just be a normal person like all the other people that walked past her on the streets. Her friend didn't judge her though, owing some of her curiosity to her psychology major and passion. Slumping an arm around her, he playfully nuzzled his nose against her cheek, making her emit a half-whine half snort hybrid sound at his antics, trying to release herself from his grasp.

"You're so cute. Now come on. I have to take you shopping."

Not even bothering to ask if she had plans or needed to be somewhere else, Mingi linked hands with her and pulled her with him as he speedily walked in the direction of the nearest mall available.

"Explain to me why that is necessary Einstein? You always hated going shopping with me." She nearly tripped trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Because if you want to win emo boy's heart, you at least gotta start looking like his type." He called back at her.

"And what exactly would his type be?"

"Just trust me and leave it all to me."

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Y/N wasn't sure about trusting Mingi anymore as they made their way through a dense, misty and dark forest, the only illumination available being the moonlight that casted a blue tinted beam at their surroundings. Her head whipped with every strange noise that came from bushes or behind a tree. It was kinda chilly and the light breeze that whooshed past them had her legs shivering, making her regret wearing the distressed black shorts and fishnet tights under an oversized Scorpions tshirt that covered most of the shorts, making it look like a no pants look.

"Mingi? Are you sure about this?" She was only thankful of her purchase of some Dr. Martens 1460 black boots which helped her not fall or trip easily on the dirt road.

Mingi, who was an even more scared baby than she was, was fumbled with the sleeves of his pullover hoodie.

"Yeah, Yunho sent me directions and it should be around here somewhere..." He tussled his hair back, trying to hear or distinguish any sound.

"Are you sure he didn't send you to his murder site?" She asked, looking around for any suspicious thing.

Right at that moment, a figure jumped out in front of them, causing both of them to start screaming in terror. Mingi in particular, pushed Y/N to the side and began running in the opposite direction.

"Well dang, he didn't even let me yell boo or something."

Y/N recognized the buff male in front of her as Choi Jongho, the running back of the football team. Giving her an apologetic look, he helped her up after Mingi accidentally pushed her onto the dirt. As she dusted the dirt off, Jongho looked at her band tee.

"Scorpions?" He pointed at it.

He uttered a small 'cool' before signaling her to follow him. Turns out, they were actually not far off from the location, which was actually an old abandoned 2 story summer house that resembled more a barn to her than an actual living space. Cars were all parked out around the area and music was blasting from speakers connected to who knows where. People who hung outside were either vaping their Juuls and chugging back bottles of Smirnoff or Mike's Hard beers, some already halfway to being wasted while others simply held it in their hands, hardly taking a sip as they scanned around trying to find someone to go back home with.

"Don't worry about Mingi. I'll go get him......eventually."

Hearing him snicker, Y/N was actually more worried about herself than Mingi. She only agreed to come because, as surprising as it was, he encouraged her to and knowing he'd be there by her side, being the only person she could stick to cause she did not know anyone else, gave her a little bit of courage. But not anymore after he just totally ditched her and left her alone in God knows where.

Seeing her shift around uncomfortably as they passed through a crowd of wild jumping people, Jongho laced his fingers in hers and brought her over to a more quiet side of the place, where 3 other people were standing around, chatting amongst themselves. Once the two huddled up close to each other saw Jongho and a mystery girl they'd never seen before, they began nudging and whispering among themselves, one of them chuckling under his breath. Hongjoong could already guess what his friend's conversations was about, but he simply rolled his eyes at their behavior and lustful gazes.

Until he turned his head and saw who it was next to Jongho. Then took out the red vape in from his lips and made it a point to exhale the fumes onto the younger member's faces.

"Yah! Hyung! What the hell?" His friend with cat like eyes remarked as he coughed and fanned away the cancerous smoke.

"Just cause you don't care about contracting lung's disease at an early age, doesn't mean San or I want any part of it." The other said.

"Wow. I'm impressed you actually know what contracting means Wooyoung." He smiled amusingly at his younger friend, who was not very pleased with his little joke.

"Hey guys! While trying to retrieve Mingi, I made a new friend." Jongho greeted them like a happy bunny as he held up his hand which was still holding Y/N's.

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at where they connected, an eyebrow raised at their physical contact as the hand that held his vape pen began fidgeting it rapidly between his fingers. Jongho of course was oblivious to the anger burning through Hongjoong's stare while Wooyoung and San caught on pretty quick and began debating whether to laugh or step in before bottles were thrown.

"Ok, so where is Mingi now?" San asked him.

"He ran off." Jongho shrugged.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Wooyoung pushed himself in between them both, effectively separating them as he pulled Jongho away.

"Great! Now we gotta go find him before he gets lost."

Looking back at Y/N, he waved.

"Hi! I'm Wooyoung, I'm bi and goodbye! You seem nice. Hopefully there's a next time."

Y/N blinked at the flamboyant boy's introduction and exit, wondering if it was planned or-

"No he didn't actually mean to rhyme. He's cute but too dumb to make up a poem on the spot." San answered the question on her mind.

Looking back at Hongjoong, he smiled mischievously.

"Hongjoong definitely can. He's into dark poetry and that Edward Pie guy. Have him recite something to you."

Hongjoong fumed at San who merely patted his shoulder and placed his cup in Hongjoong's hand before sauntering off with the other two.

"Edgar Allen Poe you fucking moron!" Hongjoong yelled as he lifted the cup up, tempted to throw it at him.

Y/N held her hand to her lips for a brief instant, trying to suppress the smile threatening to form across her lips. Hongjoong sighed as he stared down at the contents in the cup, swirling it around casually before holding it out to Y/N.

"Want some?" He offered.

"Umm....sure?"

She didn't even know why she accepted it. She'd never drank before in her life and for all she knew, it could have been laced with something. But not wanting to look like a little priss, she took a deep breath before trying to gulp down whatever alcohol was inside. It burned down her throat and she spat some of it back in the cup, unable to hide the cringing expression at the strong liquor.

"What. Is. That?" She questioned as she wiped the liquid that was on her chin and lips.

Hongjoong snorted as he responded that it was straight vodka, making Y/N feel embarrassed to have let him see such a spectacle from her.

"You're not much of a drinker are you? Or hardly one right?"

Her sheepish look was a dead giveaway which had Hongjoong laughing slightly, his lips parting slightly. Y/N was not only surprised to hear him laugh for the first time, but was intrigued when she saw something metallic on his tongue, making her wonder if he was chewing on something. Noticing her curious gaze, Hongjoong's lip curled up at one corner.

"Oh. That's just a piercing."

He had no qualms and simply stuck his tongue out to let her see the silver bar that was plunged through his tongue, each end having a round ball.

"Wow.....that's impressive." She couldn't deny it was extremely attractive.

Hongjoong himself was just attractive in general. Standing there wearing his usual leather jacket, a black tshirt with red letters, and a red turtleneck peeking out from the top, covering his neck. His usual preference for ripped black jeans was not missing, only this time, he added a little flare by having a piece of red plaid fabric chained around his waist, making it look like a half-skirt look. It seriously made him more hotter than he already was.

"Yeah I know. It's even more impressive when I put it to work."

Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, he stepped closer to Y/N, one arm propping against the wall in front of her as he looked at her with hunger and desire in his eyes, those eyes that were once again covered with smoked out eyeliner, only this time he added a hint of red that really made them stand out more and seemed to lure you in and see deep in his soul.

"Wanna experience it first hand?"

She was so lost in his eyes, she almost didn't hear him, until she realized what he meant.

"Here?" She mouthed and gestured around them.

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed.

"Obviously not here. I'm not like those people outside who are probably already getting to 2nd base in front of everyone."

"Oh....." Now she really felt her cheeks flush red.

Hongjoong patiently tapped his black colored fingernails on the concrete wall, waiting for her answer. She seemed to be debating withing herself so much, until her eyes fell on the patch of skin that was showing when his jacket sleeve rose up, letting her catch a glimpse of black ink that probably went up his arm.

"Listen, if you don't want to that's fine. I know when no means no-" He began to assure her.

"Ok." She quickly responded, interrupting his speech.

"Wait- you're serious?" He slumped his arm off the wall, quite shocked she'd agree.

She nodded. "Yeah."

When it was now Hongjoong who was standing quiet, Y/N giggled and leaned in.

"I mean...if you don't want to-"

She had no time to finish the sentence and his hands gripped her waist and pressed her against him, his breath fanning over hers, the strawberry scent of the vape pen still lingering in his mouth.

"Trust me, I've wanted to for a long time."

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As soon as the door to Hongjoong's room in the dorm clicked shut, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Y/N gulped slightly as she realized this is really happening. Not that she didn't want it to, but to actually have Hongjoong standing in front of her, his eyes already undressing and fucking her, while his bottom lip was caught in his front teeth, was definitely not a reality her brain was fully convincing. It wasn't until Hongjoong's thumb grazed her bottom lip, making her exhale a tiny gasp, that it fully dawned on her what was going to happen.

"Don't worry babydoll. I promise you'll get breathless after I'm done with you."

Wrapping his hand on the back of her neck to tilt it slightly upwards, his lips came down and covered her own, pressing against them before slightly parting and covering them once more. He started out slow before turning it more intense, nipping down roughly at her top lip in an effort to get her to open her mouth for him. When she did, his hands cupped the sides of her jaw, thumbs pressed against her cheeks to keep her face from moving as his tongue poked out and slipped inside her mouth. A muffled moan protruded from her throat when Hongjoong rolled his tongue over hers, his tongue piercing grazing the roof of her mouth. He then began swirling his wet muscle around her own, letting her feel the cold metallic jewelry that was sending shocks down her body. When his hands released their hold on her face, they only did so to glide down her torso before snaking down underneath her shirt to cup the back of her shorts, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, nails lightly raking across the exposed skin under the ripped hem.

Feeling like things weren't going fast enough for how needy she was growing, Y/N ran her hands across Hongjoong's chest, going up to his shoulders and sliding his leather jacket off them. Getting the hint, Hongjoong let it fall to the floor and soon his graphic tshirt followed suit, leaving him in his tight fitted red turtleneck that practically clung to his skin, his pectoral muscles that were well above average for someone his size perfectly outlined. As eye catching as it was, that wasn't what caught her attention. What kept her eyes trained on his chest was some weird thing poking out suspiciously.

He chuckled as he knew what she was curious about.

"Oh. That my dear doll, are another pair of piercings I got."

Y/N nearly drooled as he lifted his shirt off, not only revealing the hidden 11 abs he owned, but the arm sleeve tattoo that went from his wrist to a little bit above his right upper arm. On his left side, there was no tattoo on his arm, but instead on his ribcage. But the thing that made her squeeze her thighs together were the black colored metal pieces that were lined across his nipples. Unable to help herself, her hands reached out to touch them, but Hongjoong quickly stopped her.

"Ok doll, before you get ahead of yourself, at least one article of clothing has to come off your body." He smiled cheekily at her.

No hesitation, Y/N soon discarded her own shirt, tossing it somewhere on the room, leaving her torso covered with only her black lace bra that didn't exactly cover much.

"Fuck babygirl, where you hiding that all this- Oh, oh my!"

Hongjoong nearly fell back on his bed when Y/N pressed her face against his chest, her tongue darting out to lick around his pierced nipples. He swallowed as he collected himself, trying not to get too turned on as her tongue played around with the piercings, sometimes nipping at them. Hongjoong arched his back slightly, letting her take as much of him in her mouth as she pleased. The nipple that wasn't being made out with her mouth, was being pleasured by her hand, pinching and gently tugging at it.

"You can go as hard as you want."

Giggling darkly, he took her free hand and placed it on the erection poking out in his pants.

"I'll have you know I enjoy a little pain."

Making her squeeze down on it, Y/N could feel something odd, which prompted her to poke and grope him more fiercely. Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, Hongjoong unzipped his pants and pulled them down mid thigh to let her admire the last set of piercings he owned:

A Jacob's ladder running up the base of his dick and an ampallang pierced through the head.

"Holy shit...." Whether she said it out loud or not, Y/N didn't care. It was the most erotic image she had ever seen and she could not believe that in mere minutes, it would be inside her, no doubt destroying and tearing her walls apart.

Leaning in, Hongjoong sloppily kissed and sucked her jaw and down her upper neck.

"You're free to play with it as you wish doll. I got them for more than one reason. And that's one of them."

Not needing to be told twice, her hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock, her thumb running across his slit. Hongjoong hissed slightly when her hand began pumping him slowly, purposefully applying pressure to the silver metal adorning his length. Taking advantage of the his hazy state, Y/N returned to her previous task of playing with his nipple piercings. Hongjoong threw his head back at immense pleasure he was feeling, loving when Y/N would squeeze him a little to harsh or bite roughly at his nipples. He felt more intoxicated and high being painfully pleasured by her hand and mouth than with any THC chemical he'd ever introduce inside his system.

Without realizing it, he instinctively began bucking his hips up, wanting to chase the release that was building up inside him. Knowing what he wanted, Y/N lifted her head up and sucked on his neck, speeding up her hand movements.

"You gonna cum for me Joongie? Gonna cum all over my hand? Make a mess and soak my fingers with your dirty cum?" She taunted at him.

Unable to hold back especially after her dirty teasing, with a mutter of curses, he spilled himself all over her hand, some of it splattering onto her fishnets. Once he regained his senses, he looked down to find her looking at him with a shit eating grin.

"Heh......don't think you're in charge here doll. This is still my territory."

Swooping her up, she let out a little yelp when he tossed her onto his bed, immediately crawling in between her legs. After getting rid of his pants and briefs, his hands gripped on her belt loops to pull her shorts down. His eyes scanned her body, trying to decide on something. He hummed softly as his hand pressed down onto her clothed heat.

"I'm not going deny it, those fishnets do look remarkably sexy on you....."

With mock pity, he sighed. "Oh well."

Y/N gasped in horror as he tore a hole right in the crotch area, leaving the rest untouched. Opening his desk drawer, she widened her eyes when he took out a pocket knife and flashed it across her face.

"Relax doll. I like pain, but knife play isn't really my thing. On me or my partner."

After ordering her to stay still, she watched as he carefully cut on the sides of her lace panties, just enough to carefully slip them off her body without having to take off her tights. Although in any other situation she would have instantly closed her legs, she didn't feel like doing it this time. It turned her on and made her feel sexier to instead pry her legs open, letting Hongjoong peer down at her glistening folds that he caused, her hands running themselves down her chest as she bit down at her lip.

"Fuck! You're practically drenched already Y/N." Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only giggled before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, slowly pulling the straps down before flinging it behind Hongjoong, letting it join the other pile of clothes scattered about. Hongjoong instantly became hard again, but as much as he wanted to bury his pierced cock inside her and fuck her senseless, there was still one thing he really wanted to do.

Positioning herself in between her legs, his hands gripped the back of her thighs. Looking back at her, he sent a wink her way before attaching his mouth to her soaking heat, causing her to jolt up at the sudden sensation. Knowing exactly how to get her head spinning, Hongjoong slid his tongue up her slit, making sure to drag the metal piece across her folds. It was unlike anything she felt before. Hongjoong already was demonstrating his powerful tongue skills, but the piercing just added a whole new sensation that had her shivering. She couldn't contain the moans spilling out her mouth when his tongue slipped inside her hole, her noises only turning louder when he flicked his tongue in a particular way that made the round metal tip thump against her clit. Hongjoong especially loved doing that little maneuver of hitting her clit with it.

When she felt herself about to burst, Y/N's hands clutched the sheets underneath her.

"Hong-Hongjoong I'm gonna- Aaah!"

The fire pooling in her lower abdomen broke free and rushed down, sending burning sparks up her body as her body trembled at the sensation. Pressing a hand down to hold her still, Hongjoong lapped up her her juices, moaning on her clit, the vibrations only serving to make her more sensitive to any move he made on her body.

When he felt she was ready, he swiftly sat up and positioned his pierced member at her entrance. Making sure to prep her, he got out a bottle of lube out of his drawer and poured some onto the tip of his fingers, spreading it around before inserting two fingers inside her. It had a slight cooling effect that made Y/N hum in pleasure, her mouth going slightly agape when he inserted a third finger, scissoring her out and overall making sure she was stretched out enough.

"Patience doll. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain....."

She let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand and slapped her clit.

"That much." He finished.

Propping herself on her elbows, she kept her gaze in between their legs. She let out a cry when Hongjoong's head slipped inside her, the round tips of the ampallang piercing stretching her hole in a delicious burn. Next came the metal ridges that scraped against her lower walls, it was an absolutely exhilarating experience. Hongjoong himself let out a groan when he fit himself inside her tight and warm cavern.

"Jesus babydoll. When was the last time you had a good fuck?" He gripped her hips, trying to keep himself from moving just yet.

"Too f-fucking long." She disclosed, her head falling back against the pillow in a disappointed look.

"Well don't worry babe. I'll make sure to fuck any name out of that brain of yours, you won't even remember your own."

Snapping his hips up, he began a rather hard and fast pace, making sure to angle himself so he hit her g-spot. Y/N's hands held onto his arms, choked breaths and screams coming out of her mouth as she began drowning in the immense pleasure he was giving her. The way the metallic piercings raked against her walls every time Hongjoong thrusted in and out of her was indescribable. At first it felt strange and slightly painful, but soon it became addicting, almost to the point of being overwhelming.

Hongjoong took notice of the way her lips parted whenever the ladder piercing grazed at a particular spot.

"You're enjoying this my angel? Like being fucked by my pierced dick?"

Licking his hand, he dropped it down to spank her throbbing and swollen clit, grinning almost sadistically when she shrieked out at his pleasurable torture.

"Do you just enjoy being used like a dirty little hole? Isn't that what you are in the end? Just a filthy hole for me to fuck as I like?"

The corners of her eyes began spilling out tiny droplets of tears as his hand continued his assault on her clit, slapping it until it turned a bright shade of pink. Feeling the intensity build up yet again in the pit of her stomach.

"Hongjoong! I'm gonna cum!" She warned him.

Snaking his hand to grip her neck, Hongjoong sped up his thrusts, fucking her in a frenzy, sending her into a mental state of pure euphoria as he cut off part of her breathing. Y/N shut her eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, her body thrashing and quivering under Hongjoong's. With clenched teeth and furrowed eyes, Hongjoong completely shattered on top of her, spilling himself inside her clenched walls that were milking him past his breaking point. Releasing his grip on her neck, he collapsed on top of her body, his hands spread out to keep himself from dropping all his weight on her.

"Oh my god!" He panted harshly as he tried to collect his breath and thoughts.

She was in no better state than he was, hair all disheveled, pussy still throbbing and her chest heaving up and down as her mind went blank. She only came to her senses when she felt Hongjoong get up and go out of his room, leaving her confused.

Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it? Was he going to ask her to leave?

It turns out it was none of the above since he came back with a packet of wet tissues.

"You ok?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

After being reassured that she was fine, he plucked out some of the tissues and began wiping between her legs and thighs.

"Ok, these gotta go."

Hongjoong ripped more of the already destroyed fishnet tights and got them off her body, letting it hit the floor.

"Not like I would have used them again." Y/N agreed.

After cleaning both her and himself up, they both stayed quiet. Clearing her throat, Y/N made way to get up.

"Guess it's my cue to leave.."

"Wait don't go!"

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her back onto the bed, making her slightly straddle his lap. Looking up at her with such tender eyes, he offered:

"Stay the night. I don't want you to go just yet."

He said it with such a pleading tone that Y/N didn't have the heart to refuse his request. She just allowed him to place her beside him on the bed, his chest pressed against her back as one of his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and slowly began drifting off to sleep. She was halfway gone when she felt Hongjoong wrapped something cold around her neck. Opening her eyes, she reached up and felt leather on her skin.

"What's this?" She questioned as her finger toyed with whatever was dangling from the device.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at the black choker strapped around her neck.

"Don't worry about it. Just wear it for me..."

His hand traced the red heart pendant dangling from the choker, the letters 'KHJ' engraved on the center of it.

"So everyone can see that you're all mine now."

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Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

[finiffy]

Somebody named Fin asked for a K***y story. A short sequel with Cat and David will be sent later Fin, but until then have this 1204 words of hot garbage -youknowwho

"Look man, I am telling you, this thing has potential! You just need to invest some money in it first."

Frank wasn't a financial genius, nor was his friend. He was worried of his friend being scammed, and according to him, it was likely given everything he knows about b*tc**n, but Barry was so excited about it that Flute let him ramble a little before voicing his concerns as the loud music of the pub played in the background.

"We could be successful Flute: Get rich, have nice homes, Beautiful woman waiting for us... Show everyone that we aren't disappointments."

Now he felt a little more than just simple concern.

"You don't have to prove yourself to anyone K***y... I already think you're doing well. So does your parents. It's stupid to want yourself a life where people will like you for fabricated, fake stuff... I, for one, like you right now. Without some chain block ownership."

Oh fuck, he said too much. He started talking again before K***y could open his mouth with his now frowning face.

"And as your friend, I can get you women who will actually like you. One-night stands will steal your stuff before leaving anyway."

He thought he explained himself good and K***y wouldn't think of anything else, so he expected the familiar chuckle K***y gave him after hook-up jokes, but he continued to stare at him just the same. Everything about the situation felt uncomfortable for Flute before K***y took a sip of his beer and started talking.

"You... You really... Don't want anything else in your life? Anything more?"

"More of what? What else could I want in life?"

"Fame, success? Other people looking up to you? More than drinking with some people random people on Friday nights?"

That was what he saw their Friday Drinkings as? Ouch.

But he understood K***y would never be happy with a calm life long ago. But he still couldn't accept it. He didn't want to.

"I still don't think some "bl**kc**in" that could leave you penniless is a right way to do any of that. You could be a writer, an actor-"

"You know I can't do any of that very well."

That was why he wanted to prove his "worth" like that? Because he saw no other way?

Flute didn't answer and just took a very long sip of his own beer instead, while looking away from his old friend, staring at the football match playing on the TV instead. Despite the pubs' loudness, it was quite for a while between the two friends.

K***y dropped out of his Accounting and Finance college 2 years ago, he was never good with giving a big amount of effort for something. Heck, he couldn't even actually make it to that college, his parents paid for a private college after no grade-based university would take him in.

He thought about how fast his friend gave up on things. He knew his friend took private lessons in his childhood aside from the ones for school: piano, karate, fencing, and many more he had no idea of, as it was hard to be kept updated on them.

Mostly because he always gave up on them after 3 lessons maximum when he saw he can't get good at them immediately. Though he despised fencing and swords the most, Flute still remembered when he was staying at K***y's house for the night and two boys overhead K***y's fencing teacher talk with his parents about how their son kept interrupting lessons with stupid stuff like "How to get rich fast!", "How do you steal money from your parents account to invest in euro? Learn now!" instead of paying attention and distracting others too.

Flute helped his friend attafk the teacher by surprise with the fake historical replica sword in the house's library before they were stopped by two angry adults.

It was a nice night they had at the police station that day.

And now the man he shared his childhood wanted to leave everything and go away for some American-dream bullshit along and a stupid scam. He wanted to leave Flute.

K***y took him for some temporary distraction? Well, two could play this game.

"You can invest in that shit if you really want to. Follow your dreams and all. Leave this place if you want dude... If that will make you happy."

K***y stopped checking on the woman next to them and turned to the distant man with a questioning face, "And you mean that?"

He didn't.

"Yes, yes, I really do."

Aghhhh why

God fucking K***y and Flute....how did we land into deep character talk angst about these joke characters..why is there so much good lore for K***y