#this was also just an excuse to draw fruity Guy

[antrunner]

this idea came to me in a dream

[rafecameronssl4t]

Chasing Smoke || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: canon fic based off season 2 ep 4 where Rafe and Barry visit John B's house while they were all hiding

Warnings: gun use, swearing, drinking, if theres anything else lmk

Word count: 1,423

A/n: boy do i love writing canon fics hehehehe. I’m also compiling a bunch of fics in my queue because I’m going to be busy w school so pls put in your requests!!!!!

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

You were sipping on your fruity drink as you conversed in conversations with a few of your girlfriends, Rafe standing just a few feet away animatedly chatting with his friends. “Bro, the kick on a Glock 17, man. You load it up, line it up, and it's like—" he mimed the motion enthusiastically. Before you could warn Rafe about the guy sitting close behind him, he had already backed into him. "It knocks you off your freakin' feet."

"Hey, excuse me," the guy interjected, his expression one of clear annoyance. "Yeah?" Rafe responded, completely unfazed. "Do you mind?" The man stared at Rafe in disbelief. "I'm so sor—" you began, trying to smooth things over, but Rafe cut you off. "Hey, hey, don't apologize. Let me handle it, yeah?"

Rafe turned his head around, leaning casually on the counter. "I'm sorry?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm. The man raised an eyebrow, his irritation clear. "I said, do you mind?" he repeated, his voice growing sharper.

Rafe took a moment before replying, "Yeah, I do mind, Bob." He smirked as the man scoffed in disbelief. "Take a shot with me, pussy," Rafe challenged, his voice dripping with mockery. You slapped his shoulder, "stop it," you hissed at him.

"Come on. Take a shot," Rafe continued, his voice steady as he poured his drink onto the man's hand. The man shot up from his seat, shoving Rafe hard. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of everyone around. Your eyes widened in alarm as heads turned.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Kelce rushing towards you, his expression frantic and urgent. His footsteps echoed in the dimly lit bar as he approached, weaving through the tables and chairs.

"Take a seat. That's what you need to do," Rafe commanded firmly, his voice cutting through the tension as he pushed Bob back into his seat. The atmosphere was full of unease, the murmurs of other patrons now audible as they glanced over at the commotion.

“Whoa! Whoa!" Kelce interjected, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab Rafe's shoulders, attempting to calm him down. You exhaled a breath you didn't realise you were holding, grateful for Kelce's intervention. "Go get the manager. He's crazy!" Bob's voice rose above the murmurs.

"Eat shit," Rafe retorted sharply, his frustration palpable as he resisted Kelce's efforts to pull him away from the conflict. Kelce persisted, trying to redirect Rafe's attention. "Hey," he began, his tone soothing yet urgent. "What?" Rafe snapped, his gaze still locked on Bob with a mixture of defiance and irritation.

"Calm down, all right?" Kelce urged, his voice steadier now, trying to reason with his friend. Rafe rolled his eyes in exasperation, but the tension in his shoulders began to ease slightly. "I swear to God, 20 minutes ago, I just saw John B and your sister, bro."

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your lips parting as your mind struggles to process Kelce's words. "You're joking, right?" you managed to utter, searching Kelce's face. "I'm not kidding! They're alive," Kelce insisted.

Rafe and you exchanged a stunned glance. "Me and my girl are just tryin' to relax, and you're telling me this bullshit?" Rafe responded, disbelief and annoyance laced in his tone.

"I know you're trying to relax, bro, but I saw them buying beer at Geechie's!" Kelce pressed on. "That's bullshit," you interjected, not believing him. "Do you guys wanna go see for yourselves?" Kelce challenged, his eyes darting between you and Rafe. "I'm telling you, I saw them. Go sober up, man." Without waiting for a response, Kelce dragged both of you towards the exit. "Hey, put it on Cameron!" Rafe called out.

~

"I need to know who's over here at John B's spot," Barry's voice cuts through the tension in the car, his grip on the gun drawing your annoyance. "Barry, could you please not hold the gun like that? Seriously, I don't even know why I'm here!" you groan from the backseat, frustration evident in your voice.

Rafe turns around from the passenger seat, fixing you with a stern look. "You're here because I told you to be, alright? So just be quiet," he grumbles, turning back to Barry.

"Listen, I don't know if he's there, okay? I just know he's on the island," Rafe says, trying to reason with Barry. "That's a complete lack of discipline, man," Barry shakes his head, irritation coloring his tone.

"Then what's your suggestion? We're about two minutes from the fuckin’ place, alright?" Rafe snaps back. "We do some recon," Barry suggests firmly. "Why don't you just follow my lead for once and shut up? all right?" he adds, frustration clear in his eyes as he looks at Rafe.

"Recon, huh?" Rafe mutters under his breath, clearly not thrilled with Barry's suggestion. "This is ridiculous," you interject from the backseat. "Yeah, Princess here agrees. Why'd you bring your girl out here with us, Rafe?" Barry questions, prompting an eye-roll from Rafe. "She's here because I told her to be, alright? Just shut up and drive," Rafe retorts, his tone edged with impatience.

~

"Tranquillo. You feel me?" Barry says to Rafe as he pulls up just a few meters from John B's house. "Tranquillo?" Rafe repeats skeptically, his gaze fixed on the house ahead. "Tranquillo, baby," Barry reassures him as you roll your eyes at the two.

"Let's be smart," Barry advises as you all exit the car. "Rafe, just to be clear, the gun is just for show, right? You're not planning on shooting anyone," you whisper urgently to Rafe as he hums in affirmation, as you exchange a look with Barry.

You follow closely behind the two men, your senses heightened as you scan the surroundings. "Okay, check it," Rafe whispers as the three of you huddle behind some bins. "All right, I ain't see shit, what 'bout you?" Barry asks quietly.

"Nothing," you add nervously, your eyes darting around anxiously. "No. They can't be far though," Rafe whispers, his voice tense with anticipation. "Right, here's what we gon' do," Barry begins, and you lean in closer to hear him clearly. "I'm gonna go inside. I'm gonna flush them out if they're in there. I want you to flank left, meet me out there by the porch."

"And princess, well, you're gonna be with Rafe, aight'? Make sure he ain't gonna do something he'll go cry about later on to us," Barry instructs, loading his gun that you were unaware he was carrying. "You have a gun too?" you whisper sharply at him as Rafe quickly covers your mouth with his hand. "'Course I do. Now, let's go!" Barry commands, rising from the cover, and Rafe pulls you along with him.

You and Rafe step cautiously into the front yard, your hand gripping his arm for reassurance. You point silently to the recently extinguished fire pit, sharing a worried glance with him. Rafe clicks his tongue in frustration, muttering under his breath, "Where the hell are you?"

~

You flinch instinctively at the sharp sound of glass shattering nearby, turning with Rafe to see Barry angrily tossing aside a few bottles. "Yo!" Rafe calls out, his voice tense with frustration as Barry storms out of the house, slamming the door open. "Anything?" Rafe asks urgently.

Barry scoffs, his expression darkening. "No, ain't shit in there, bro," he replies curtly, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. Rafe closes his eyes briefly, disappointment evident on his face. "No? Nothing?" he presses, hoping for a different answer.

"No, nothing, Rafe," Barry responds firmly. "They were obviously just here though, judging by the smoke," Rafe points out, scanning the surroundings. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great observation, boy scout!" Barry retorts mockingly, earning an eye-roll from you as you observe the banter between the two boys.

"They can't be far, you know?" Rafe continues, his voice tinged with determination. "Smokey the bear! Look at you, bro!" Barry laughs with sarcasm. "They gotta be around here somewhere," Rafe reassures himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration, while you sigh and settle onto a nearby log.

As the tension mounts, Rafe falls silent, his gaze shifting towards a massive tree nearby. Both you and Barry follow his gaze, noticing the initials carved into the bark. "P4L," Barry reads aloud with a chuckle, and Rafe joins in, shaking his head in disbelief. He makes eye contact with you as you stand up from your spot.

"So your sister's a pogue for life, huh, Rafe? Who would've thought?" you mutter under your breath, a hint of irony in your tone, prompting a laugh from Barry. Rafe remains quiet for a few seconds, shaking his head in frustration. You immediately regret your remark as his anger visibly simmers.

"Shit!" Rafe suddenly erupts in anger, causing you to flinch back instinctively. Barry moves swiftly to place a hand on your back, his expression shifting to concern. "Rafe, chill, man," he urges calmly, sensing Rafe's escalating temper. You gulp nervously, knowing Rafe was beyond furious right now.

Without warning, Rafe starts shooting his gun wildly at the tree, bullets whizzing dangerously close to you. The loud bangs echo in the quiet surroundings, and you instinctively cover your ears, fear gripping you. "Hey! Whoa! Hey, chill, bro! Rafe!" Barry intervenes, grabbing Rafe's shoulders in an attempt to restrain him.

Your hands tremble as you yank the gun out of Rafe's grip, your voice shaking with anger and fear. "What the fuck, Rafe! You're going to get us caught, you idiot!" you yell at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

Barry looks around anxiously, realizing the precariousness of the situation. "Let's bounce, let's bounce. Let's go!" he urges urgently, starting to move away quickly. You follow suit, grabbing Rafe's arm firmly. "Hurry up!" you plead, snapping him out of his daze, and together you rush back to the car.

[petitepatateuwu]

Yesterday, I opened some old sketchbooks (from last summer) and took some ideas from me in the past.

Back then, I was still struggling to draw turtles and I accidentally made sakura flower petals at the end of Mikey's mask. I wanted to explore this concept more, but my character design skill were non-existent, so I gave up.

But now that I have learned a bit more,

Behold

Sakura Mikey!

Excuse my terrible english on this page I don't really like writing 😞

I really like this little guy, and I think I'm gonna make an A.U. out of it. (and by "I think" I mean "I've already been doing a shit-ton of research").

I'm gonna call it

"Guardians"

Edit: I actually can't take the cringe for this, so untill I change my mind for the name, it's gonna be Silly Goofy Fruity Bois because I can handle that cringe 👍

Now I'm going to yapp about the story:

In this universe, Mickey and the others are spirits, each one connected to a tree. They are supposed to protect and maintain their tree, as they are its personal guardian.

Not only that, they also carry different wishes or thoughts from living beings, the ones that gave them life, and most of the time, shape their personnality.

Sakura Mikey is a newborn spirit who seems to know nothing of his very nature. The three other turtles found him wandering away from his sakura tree, and decided to teach him what he needs to know, despite the three of them having trouble getting along.

But if there is something that Mikey knows, is that he wants all of them to become a family. And nothing is going to stop him from trying.

Okay, I've rewritten this text five times now and I really don't like to write like that, so tell me if there is something you don't understand. This isn't something that has a whole plot planned ahead, just a chill activity to rest my mind when I'm too burned out by school, so the story may be unconsistent.

[maela-the-menace]

Pspspspspsps shorts wars fans come get ur food

Post

@Datchia

Sooo guess who just hacked Danno’s phone! Honestly it was ridiculously easy, he didn’t even have a security system active. C’mon dude, you have a YouTube channel. But that’s not the main reason I’m here. My investigation continues! It’s… got more evidence… here, this is a snippet of a convo I saw between him and Riggy.

[screenshot start]

Sewer Rat: Why did you send that to Cdot?

Danno: because it’s funny, obviously

Sewer rat: yea I know but why a console and a finger??? Where did you even get the finger!

Danno: the console has a pikmin game downloaded onto it, and you don’t need to know where I got the finger.

Sewer Rat: alr. The blood wasn’t yours though right?

Danno: no don’t worry

Sewer rat: alr good

[screenshot end]

My guys did you see that? Danno sent what to cdot?? What???

#wtf #Danno cal drawings #Riggy the Runky #excuse me but what the fuck #where did he get the finger #where did he get the blood #I really hope he doesn’t see this

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@Fucker-of-mothers

There's no way this is real

@hotdog-cop

Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if this was real. Riggy is a horrible influence

@EntWithAHoodie

Dude if Danno has tumblr you’re probably fucked.

Reblog

@Datchia

Here’s a follow up with the Cdot situation…

[Screenshot start]

Pikmin Bro: DUDE WTF

Danno: what?

Pikmin Bro: YOU SENT ME A FINGER! AND A BLOOD COVERED CONSOLE!

Danno: The console has Pikmin downloaded onto it! :)

Pikmin Bro: BUT WHY THE FINGER???

Danno: Just because.

Pikmin Bro: WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THE FINGER? OR THE BLOOD?

Danno: Secret

Pikmin Bro: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SECRET?

[Screenshot end]

~~~~~~~~

Post

@Datchia

So. It turns out that Danno isn’t the only criminal of the group. I uh… oops?

[Screenshot start]

Danno: Pear

Danno: Dude

Danno: Where are you

Gun Giver: Dawg what

Gun Giver: I was with Melon

Danno: I need weapons.

Gun Giver: Dawg I just gave you a shipment

Danno: That was today?

Gun Giver: I’m not gonna respond anymore.

[Screenshot end]

So yeah. Pear is apparently a weapons dealer.

RoyalPear #Danno cal drawings #RoyalMelon #I think #i’m scared

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@fruity-felon

What were Pear and Melon doing tho 🧐🧐🧐

@WenchOfTime

@fruity-felon I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to me focusing on here

@BungoBob

What did I just discover here???

@Time-For-Soup

@WenchOfTime but seriously what were they doing tho???

~~~~~~~~

Post

@Datchia

I’M SCARED I’M TERRIFIED I’M MORTIFIED I’M SCREAMING-

[Screenshot start]

Unknown Number: Hello? You’re Danno right?

Danno: Yes??? Who is this?

Unknown Number: Melon.

Danno: Oh ok

[Unknown Number changed to Materwelon]

Materwelon: Hey fuck you for that

Danno: ?

[Materwelon changed to The Melon Man]

Danno: WHAT.

The Melon Man: I taught myself how to code! And hack. It’s really fun!

Danno: I’m scared

The Melon Man: You should be :)

[Screenshot end]

That smiley face will haunt me forever and I think he’s about to start hunting me down.

#RoyalMelon #Danno cal drawings #I live in fear

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@OrbleTheGreat

Datchia I recommend RUNNING.

@Man-Of-Cheeseballs

Drop off the face of the internet and I think you’ll probably be fine… maybe… probably…

@Jiblits-vorp

I really doubt this is real but please make more

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@Datchia

I don’t know how Danno hasn’t noticed this yet considering how many people have seen it, but it’s probably a good thing. I’ll keep going until I’m noticed by someone relevant to the situation… here’s more. A lot more.

[screenshots start]

Danno: Pear your boyfriend is scaring me

Gun Giver: Danno Melon is not my boyfriend.

Danno: I never mentioned it was Melon though

Gun Giver: Dawg, you act like I wasn’t the one to give him your contact

Danno: But I still could’ve been referring to someone else

Gun Giver: Dawg Melon is fucking terrifying

Gun Giver: Also he told me about hacking your phone earlier

Gun Giver: He said that, and I quote, “anyone with a sliver of coding knowledge could hack into it if they tried.” He thinks you need a better security system

Danno: nahh it’ll be fine

—————

Danno: Hey Jonny you’re interested in code right?

Kirby man: Uhhhh yea I guess?

Danno: Talk to Melon about it

Kirby man: Out of all the things you’ve said to me, why is that the most ominous?

Danno: I could send you one of the packages to be more ominous

Kirby man: Ok nevermind that’s the most ominous thing you’ve ever said to me…

Danno: Ok I’ll just send another to Cdot

Kirby man: What in the fuck are you sending to Cdot?

Danno: :)

Kirby man: I’m scared

—————

Pikmin Bro: WHERE DID YOU GET A DEAD BLOODY RAT AND WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU SEND IT TO ME.

Danno: Riggy gave it to me

Pikmin Bro: Please don’t send more blood-covered objects

Danno: I will continue sending you blood covered objects

Pikmin Bro: Seriously don’t I don’t need bloodstains on my carpet

Danno: If it gets stained I’ll help you clean it up!

Pikmin Bro: The fact that you’re confident you can clean up a bloodstain is scary. One time I cut my finger cutting vegetables and the blood got on my couch. It’s still there and I’ve tried everything…

Danno: You just don’t know the process yet

Pikmin Bro: What the hell is “the process”

Danno: The process of cleaning blood.

Pikmin Bro: …

Pikmin Bro: I think it’s time to end this conversation.

—————

Kirby Man: YOU GOT ME WRAPPED UP IN A GANG.

Danno: Wait Pear didn’t tell you about it???

Kirby Man: YOU KNEW?

Kirby Man: Is that why Pear was always dealing with “stuff?”

Danno: Oh definitely.

Kirby Man: Why didn’t you tell me though?

Danno: I thought you knew!

Kirby Man: Please don’t tell me you’re also doing something illegal…

Danno: …

Kirby Man: Danno what did you do.

Kirby Man: Danno. What did you do.

Danno: Murder!

Kirby Man: WHAT THE FUCK.

[screenshots end]

Y'know I feel like Melon’s comment about hacking Danno’s phone might be directed at me but I might be going crazy from this

#Danno cal drawings #Jonny razer #Cdot #RoyalPear #RoyalMelon

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@Fruity-felon

Hmmmmmmmmm Danno implied Pear and Melon are dating? Are they? Possibly?

@Greatergingivitis

Holy shit

@Jabe-mota

Sooooooo Melon definitely knows about you right?

Some stuff is supposed to be bolded and italicized and some stuff is supposed to be a smaller font but it got lost through the Googledocs-to-Tumblr journey and I’m too lazy to fix all this sooooooooooo deal with it lol

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Shittily explain the plot of Beastars?

A'ight, bet.

Socially awkward wolf socially awkwards himself into a polyamorous relationship.

Dramatic twink deer dramatically twinks his way into becoming head of a lion Yakuza.

Domme rabbit is so done with both of these idiots, but does not control who she loves.

Best boi is sad, also may have a crush on socially awkward wolf and secretly writes 500k childhood friends to lovers fanfic.

Less socially awkward wolf is having strange and confusing new feelings about rabbit girl. Also twink deer and socially awkward wolf.

Holder of the only brain cell in the series is a himbo panda doctor who treats his patients by beating the shit out of them. Hey, there's only 1 brain cell.

Who's this? It's an alpaca. Is the alpaca important? Well yes, but actually no. Whoops, mystery dude just ate the alpaca. Bye, alpaca.

Lion Yakuza guy just tried to eat dramatic twink deer. Other lion yakuza guy shot him. He's dead now. Or just sleeping, and it was only a tranquiliser dart, depending on how much you like him. Either way, he's not around anymore.

Socially awkward wolf dressed in drag and flirted with dramatic twink deer. I can hear domme rabbit screaming in frustration in the background.

Hey, who's this? It's a sheep. Is the sheep important? Well no, but actually yes. Pretty boy sheep is horny all the time. And he likes having sex, too. Anyway, the sheep is flirting with socially awkward wolf. Oh, and there's a bear. No, not that kind, get your head out the gutter.

Socially awkward wolf and daddy bear are having a "my muscles are bigger than yours" stand-off. Pretty boy sheep has no time for them.

Whoops, socially awkward wolf and pretty boy sheep just told daddy bear they know he killed the alpaca. Whose name is Tem, apparently. Now daddy bear has apparently killed pretty boy sheep, and is fighting socially awkward wolf under a bridge.

Except that gets put on hold for a hot minute, because guess who? It's dramatic twink deer! And he's telling socially awkward wolf to put his meat in wolf's mouth. Daddy bear is understandably disturbed by this, and calls the fight off because they made the whole thing so weird.

Daddy bear: "I can excuse eating my best friend, but I draw the line at you eating your best friend!"

Pretty boy sheep is alive! And he called the cops. Now daddy bear's in jail, but it's okay, pretty boy sheep is going to visit him. And there's a possibility that some of those are conjugal visits, depending who you ask.

Despite the homoerotic consensual foot-eating that socially awkward wolf and dramatic twink deer engaged in, the latter is now marrying some random woman we've never heard of. Also, his shitty dad is dead. Or in a coma, but close enough.

Domme rabbit and girl wolf are having homoerotic wall-pinning encounters. That's enough of that, though. Let's see what sad labrador is doing.

He's eating onions and wearing socially awkward wolf's clothes. He is not handling this breakup well, and they weren't even a couple.

His roommates stage an intervention, and they visit socially awkward wolf, who has dropped out of high school to become Batman. Or WolfBatman, I guess.

WolfBatman reunites with his estranged grandpa, and then gets involved in hunting down a serial killer. There's a bunch of characters added here, but they're all NPCs with side-quests, so like any true gamer, WolfBatman ignores them.

WolfBatman is ripping his teeth out to apologise for...being a wolf? Weird. Anyway, we meet asshole horse! Asshole horse is a horse. He's also an asshole. But he's hot, despite being the same age as WolfBatman's grandpa, so we forgive him.

Now we meet a fruity hybrid. His name is Melon. He wears Hawaiian shirts. That tracks. His interests include candlelit dinners, long walks on the beach, and murder. He shoots WolfBatman, but apparently WolfBatman (and all hybrids?) have magic anti-bullet powers, so he survives.

Sad labrador is going to have a whole new bunch of things to be sad about. Meanwhile, dramatic twink deer is now CEO deer, and is vomiting at the thought of having sex with his wife. He goes on to talk publically about how much he loves the taste of meat in his mouth, but is hustled off stage quickly before he can ask WolfBatman to call him some time.

Whoops, it's the final countdown...wait, no, confrontation. WolfBatman, asshole horse, CEO deer and the lion yakuza, plus some of the NPCs from earlier, have all gathered for a day of depravity. Unfortunately, this is not as fun as it sounds.

Instead of an orgy, there is murder. Or attempted murder, at least. Fruity hybrid tries to kill WolfBatman, but rolls a Nat 1 and ends up shooting himself instead. WolfBatman is sad about Fruity hybrid's death. He's the only one.

We jump to several months or years in the future, it's not clear when. WolfBatman and CEO deer have been named Beastars, which is supposed to mean something, but they kind of forgot to tell us what it means. Domme rabbit and girl wolf are still waiting for them to pull their heads out their asses. Sad labrador is less sad, but still hasn't had his back blown out by WolfBatman like he wanted.

We're told this is a happy ending, despite WolfBatman drowning in angst and CEO deer being trapped in a loveless marriage. I disagree, but unfortunately I have no power to change the ending.

Unless I use fanfiction. A lot of people do that. It's usually a thinly-veiled excuse to have their favourite characters smooching. It's a good excuse.

Anyway, that was Beastars.

Amazing ♥️

[niko-jpeg]

may i ask exactly who your new blorbos are 👁

WOOOOOO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BEAN IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

Anyway, my newest sillies are the Chamber Choir kids from Ride the Cyclone!

Ride the Cyclone is a comedy-tragedy musical you can find a slime tutorial on youtube for wink wink about a bunch of kids who die horribly in a roller coaster accident after a choir competition and have to compete for a chance to revive themselves by earning the favor of the other students. Thing is, none of them are super friendly with each other.

First up, we have Ocean! Shes the class president, straight A student with a major supiriority complex. Shes also a ginger, and generally pretty awful. She also appears to have known that the coaster was going to derail, most likely after it was already too late.

Constanance is her best friend, a sweet girl with the poofiest hair and who is the good girl of the group.

Noel has the 'gay autsistic in a catholic school' experience, since did I mention hes canonically gay and they're all in catholic school? Yeah yikes. He adores everything old French and romantic and his catchphrase is close to my favorite line in the whole thing. Paraphrased, "Being the only gay guy in a high school in the middle of no where is like having a laptop in the stone age. Sure, you can have one, but theres no where to plug it in". He has a very complicated relationship with his gender identity and he wears a dress in his solo and he slays it so hard. I think you can probably tell who my favorite character is.

Next we have Mischa! Hes a Ukranian orphan who moved to Canada (the musical's setting) after losing his mother. He has a S.O named Talia who lives in Ukraine and is low key neglected by his adoptive parents. He raps, but hes a total. Absolute. Just. Words don't describe. Hes also a bisexual disaster imo, he gets a little fruity with Noel.

Ricky is our canonical horny disabled guy rep and its amazing. Well, I skipped past the scene where he gets very into it (nothing explicit but I'm more or less not a fan of that kind of thing so yeah its hilarious just a bit much). He has a degenerative disease and is a mute until the after life.

And finally, my second favorite, Jane Doe. No one remembers who she is, and her body was found without a head. Shes the only one without a name or an age or anything, and is generally considered a mystery. Shes adorable, I love her.

Its a very well done musical, and I cannot recommend it enough. Its on youtube too! The music is good, the comedy is fun, the acting is phenomenal, and theres a canonical gay and its really fun. Its an hour and 40 minutes of your time, and you won't regret it. Now excuse me while I draw Noel in several different pretty dresses.

[asfeline]

𝔸𝕆𝕋 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ⣿ 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞

⁂ Headcanon

⁂ Summary : How the aot characters react to you asking them to take pictures of you, and how active they are on their account.

⁂ Characters : Jean, Eren, Sasha, Connie, Annie.

⁂ Part 2

⁂ Part 3

⁂ Enjoy!

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✥ ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀsᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

Jean is the best.

 He is the one who will hype you all the time. He will take all your pictures. Everywhere you want.

He’ll be the one to tell you how to pose, how to put your hair and would tell you where the light is best.

Look here, look away, truly he will do everything to not disappoint.

On Instagram — he’ll be the first to comment, telling you how incredible you are, how your smile shines.

He’ll share all the pictures in his stories. Putting all kind of signs around telling people to go like it. 

His Instagram is full of pictures. You can find quite a lot of him, always smiling, and fucking hot, let’s not lie. Bunch of pictures of sunset and of his drawings.

Quite a lot about both of you or just you, at a restaurant or walking on the beach.

✥ ᴇʀᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ

Eren is moody. So sometimes he’ll take pictures of you with all his soul and some other times he’ll just rant about you taking too much pictures. Why do you always need to post more?

But if he see you taking a selfie, he’ll grab the phone and order you to take the best pose, taking the picture for you.

Let’s be honest you can’t ask this guy to go for a shooting photo. He’ll say to you wtf you need that for?

He is active on Instagram. He’ll post a lot on his account, the mains pictures would be of friends or both of you at home. Some with only you, most of the time blurry ones (it’s a vibe, you can’t understand he would say) and the only ones of him, would be ones that you took by surprise. But this guy is so photogenic that every picture is good. I hate him for that.

He’ll like all the posts you have and comment random things that only you two can understand. If he comment something like “🪓🎆”, you would know what it would mean.

✥ ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴛ

Annie will always double check if you are confortable before taking any pictures. She’ll wait till nobody is around to see you feeling more yourself and she likes it.

She’ll stare at the people who will pass in front of the picture, like a lot, till they excuse themselves.

On Instagram she’s not active. Well she doesn’t show. She’ll go once in a while and if you posted many pictures she’ll like them one by one.

She will comment sometimes emojis like 🖤 or ❤️. But nothing more.

She’ll also like all the comments telling how beautiful you are.

On her Instagram she literally has two pictures. One of both of you at a restaurant table, hand in hand and the other one, with Reiner, Bertholdt, Porco and Pieck.

✥ ᴄᴏɴɴɪᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢᴇʀ

Connie is always a little bit annoyed at first when you ask him to take you a picture for you Instagram. Again?

But when he does he’s so concentrated. He’ll tell you if it’s a good picture or if you need to find some other place that could lit your face. He’ll always take like a hundred pictures, spamming the button.

On Instagram, he loves posting pictures of everything. Friends, you, landscapes, you, family, you.

He doesn’t post a lot with both of you on it but when he does they are really romantic. Such as a picture of you cuddling for you birthday or a kiss for New Year. 

He’ll also be always the first to like your posts. He has the notification bell on your profile letting him now right away when you post.

✥ sᴀsʜᴀ ʙʀᴀᴜs

Sasha would also be the best. She’ll be excited to go on a trip with you just so you would have the landscapes you prefer.

She ADORES taking pictures of you when you’re eating.

Her stories are literally only both of you eating pizza in front of the TV, eating popcorn at the movie theatre.

She’ll repost your picture in her stories and would put the backstage of them in her close-friend stories.

She’ll repost your picture in her stories and would put the backstage of them in her close-friend stories.

Her Instagram is a mix of plates in good restaurants and your friend group. She doesn’t have a lot of picture of both of you, but the ones she has are her favourites.

She’ll be commenting fruity things like 🍑 to let you know that you rock these jeans.

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Thanks for reading ! ♥️

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 1: Boredom

Words: 2130

Boredom, Sure most people hated the feeling of fear the worst, or some people even hated the feeling of love. But you hated the feeling of boredom, so why you chose to take this excruciating lackluster lecture for your class was beyond you. You were tapping your nails against the desk scribbling down a few notes here and there, stuff you already knew. Why this college made you take classes that were so painfully basic was beyond your understanding, oh wait a second, money that's why.

“Hey (Name)?” your seatmate said to you

“Hmm?” you said

“Can I please see your notes? You always know the right stuff to write down,” she said

“Sure,” you said pushing your notes over a bit so she could get a better look at them

“Thank you.” She said, you nodded your head and kept listening to the drone of a lecture. Once it was finally done and over with you packed up your bags and were going to head to the courtyard.

“Man, that was boring. I don't know how you pay attention to this so well.” Your seatmate said

“I can’t really.” you said putting away your pencil case “Hope the notes help.”

“They will, hey you want to eat lunch together?” She asked

“Sorry but I like to eat alone,” you said

“Ohhh, okay we'll see you in class tomorrow (name).” she said and left, you followed suit and went to the vending machine, got a quick snack, and headed back to your dorm, the next class was in an hour and might as well relax a bit for the time being. You pulled out your phone to read the latest news.

Villain dubbed the Name NightHawk strikes again, police are looking for any leads.

“This guy again huh, he must be stalking this area.” you thought “Wonder how long he is planning to stay around this boring area.”

After looking at one too many cat videos you headed off to your next class, Mutation quirk and medication. With the wide range of quirks, there were many issues that could harm the quality of life. Studying to become a doctor sure did take a lot of work, even more work now that humans could have any range of growths, bumps, dry spots. Could that be a part of their quirk or is it a tumor that needs to be removed? This was one of the classes that interested you, the hands-on approach, if you didn't have a strong stomach you shouldn't take this class, takes you back to high school when you had to dissect a frog, then a squid, and who could forget the pig fetus. The teachers were not too thrilled that you used your quirk to open up the animals though and sent you to the counselor afterward.

Oh well

Drawing down the diagrams, your seatmate who you seem to have a lot of classes with looked over

“Man you are really good at drawing, can I take a photo?” she asked

“Sure,” you said

“You are a woman of few words huh.” she said, “but you are really nice (name).” “Thanks,” you said, trying to pay attention to the lecture, she must have gotten the hint and went back to her note-taking. Still with this being the last class of the day you were finally ready to take a nice hot bath and relax.

“So (name).” she said, “I was wondering if you want to come with me and a couple of friends tonight, we are getting some drinks.”

“Hm I don't know, I don't like getting drunk on a school night,” you said

“You have classes tomorrow?” She asked, sounding let down by that news, well not like you had anything else to do and maybe a couple of drinks with some people would curb your boredom a bit.

“Oh wait, today is Friday, I have tomorrow off.” you said “I don’t like to stay out too late, I'll still go just won't be there the whole time.”

“That's fine, I've been wanting to hang out with you, I'll pay as thanks for helping me with the notes.”

“Sounds good, which palace are we meeting up at?” you asked

“Oh, it's called cherry steam.” She said, “You know I just realized I never told you my name, it's Fumiko. Also, we are meeting there at six so in two hours

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you said and left, it had been a while since you went out so finally an excuse to wear that new dress you bought months ago, you didn’t get invited out often because most of your classmates thought of you as aloof so this was a nice treat.

So when you arrived outside Cherry Steam and it only hit you then that this was a mixer, and they were short a girl for this group of five men, just great. You sat at the end sipping away at your, you lost count, fruity drink as the guy across from you tried to make conversation.

“So uhm what are you in school for?” he asked

“Doctor, what about you?” you asked taking another sip

“Business major,” he said

“Is that so,” you said swirling the drink around your glass, god could this be any more painful, this guy was incredibly duel.

“So what's your quirk, not to brag but mine is really cool.” he said “I'm able to see behind my head with a third eye.”

“Huh that's neat, guess it must be hard for people to get the drop on you.” you said “My quirk has a habit to scare people off, so not sure if you can handle it.”

“OH come on you can show me,” he said, finally something interesting, so you held out your hand

“You sure you wanna know.” you teased

“Well now I can’t, not see it,” he said, as you flexed your fingers and your five-inch talons came shooting out of your nail beds, he jolted back. “Holy…”

“Told you.” you said taking another sip, this got the attention of the others “I'm able to flex my fingers and these talons come out.”

“Wow you could become a hero with those.” the other guy said as they looked over “can I touch them.”

“Only if you want to get cut,” you said putting your talons back in under your nail beds.

“Does it hurt when they pop out like that?” another guy asked

“Not really.'' You said, as you continued to have the conversation with these guys, you didn't notice the other girls getting a little pissed off by the lack of attention they were getting. Till Fumiko tapped your shoulder

“Hey, I need to go to the restroom. Can you come with me?” she asked

“Sure, I don't mind,” you said getting up and walking out of the booth and following her, only for her to stop outside

“(name) I'm glad you are having fun but the other girls came here as well, can you dial it down a bit?” she asked, you were now confused

“Dial what down?” you asked

“You are flirting with all of them.”She said, “So can you just, you know tone down the flirting a bit.”

“...I think I should leave,” you said

“(name) wait that's not what I meant.” She said

“Look it's getting late anyway I wasn't planning on staying out past ten.” you said “I want to make a scene I’ll just leave so you can all have fun.”

You walked back to the booth and grabbed your purse slinging it over your shoulder.

“Heyy where are you going?” the guy asked

“It's gotten late.” you said “I need to head back, thanks for the drinks.”

“Awwww, what lame.” Another guy said

“Maybe another time, bye-bye.” you said and left the booth, Fumiko came back

“Fumiii your friend left, I didn't even get her number.”

“Hey who said you would be the one getting her number?”

“Hey who said, who said you would be getting her number!” his other friend yelled at him, they started fighting amongst themselves they didn't see their other guy friend leave, till Fumi looked

“Hey didn't we have an extra guy just now?” she asked

“Hey, where is Akio?” His friend said, “That lousy bastard ditched us.”

Well, at least now we have a perfect amount of people.” One of the girls Fumiko brought said

“Greta another round then!”

You were walking down the street rather pissed off, first, she tells you it was just a couple of drinks, not the fact it was a mixer, and that they needed another woman to come. Secondly, the second that they start paying attention to you, they get all pissed off. You never understood people as you kept walking down the street in a huff letting people know to stay out of your way.

“Hey (name).” you hear a males voice oh it is one of the guys

“Huh what are you doing here?” you asked, man you felt drunk this is why you didn't drink you can't handle your booze.

“You just left all of a sudden, you okay?” He asked

“I'm fine, I'm fine, you can go back to your friends now,” you said your words were a bit slurred but you could make it home by yourself

“It's no fun when there isn't the same amount of men and women, here let me walk you home.” He said, and oh no you knew what that meant with these guys

“NO need, I can take care of myself,” you said and kept walking, he must have not gotten the hint because he kept walking behind you, before putting his arm over your shoulder

“You are stumbling let me help,” he said

“I told you I am fine,” you said slinging his arm off and kept walking, you just wanted to get away from this guy, there was a shortcut you thought not thinking correctly as you tried to lose him.

“Hey (Name), can you just listen to me, I'm just trying to be nice,” Akio said grabbing your wrist

“I don't want you to be nice, I want you to let me go before I cut you.” You said as he grabbed your other wrist.

“You won't be able to cut me if you can't move your hands.” he said, his tone shifting yup he was getting violent “You do have such an amazing quirk you know.” “Let me go already.” You said struggling before you flexed your fingers and pointed them down to stab him in the arms

“AGH YOU BITCH.” He yelled pulling back his arm and you booked it down the alley shortcut, you could hear him chasing after you. When he grabbed the back of your dress and yanked you into his chest.

“What's this, a lovers quarrel?” you heard someone else's voice, having no idea where it was coming from “You know women don't like pushy guys.” “Who the fuck said that?” Akio said not letting go of you

“I did up here.” the voice said with a whistle, and you looked up to see a man who looked around your age on fire escape legs dangling down as he was eating take out.

“This doesn't concern you,” Akio said, as you kept trying to crack loose, Akio was freaking out and now this strange man was just watching on.

“It kinda does, because here I am trying to enjoy some take out after a long day and now I see some brute manhandling someone who isn't interested.” He said as a can of coffee hit Akio on the head, not even in front of the direction the man was in. Akio must have thought it was not worth it and shoved you down and ran for it.

“Yeesh what a load of work.” The man said, “You good down there.”

“I'm… fine,” you said trying to gather your thoughts as you got up, great you skinned your knee, the man got up on his feet and looked down.

“I saw that you have a pretty neat quirk.” He said, “ Reminds me of bird talons.”

“Most people say cat paws.” you said getting up, was this guy trying to lift your spirits or something “I really wasn't thinking while coming down here, do you know the way out?”

“Yup, strength down that way to the left, wouldn't recommend going that way,” he said pointing the direction Akio booked it at.

“Thank you,” you said grabbing your purse and walking down, As the man looked in the direction Akio came to. Before an arrangement of red feathers came out from hiding in the alleyway and attached to his back, he had one more thing to do.

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Begins

Part 25

Chapter Summary: The reader finds herself dragged to a charity event by her big brother. What will she do when she finds out what he really has planned for her?

Word Count: 4.6K+

Warnings: Language, angst

Author’s Note: Well, here it is. The final part. I am honestly amazed I even made it here. This story turned into a true monster from its original inception. I know I would have never made it here without all of your guys’ love and support. Your feedback means the world, so keep it up. You never know whose day you might make. I hope this is all you dreamed it would be if not, don’t blame me, I just typed this shit out ha. xo Alex

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Jared had insisted that Y/n ride with him and Gen to the fundraiser he had begged that she go to in the first place. He knew her too well, after all. If Y/n didn’t want to go somewhere, she was exceptionally good at getting out of it. But their sharing of a ride to the event left her without a number of excuses. So she bit the bullet and just accepted her fate. After all it was for a good cause, and she was authorized to make a donation on behalf of Et Cetera. 

Y/n followed behind her brother and his wife into the event, the two of them practically skipping, their fingers entwined between them. The sight made her both smile and her stomach turn. 

Out Youth Austin had organized this little shindig at the country club that Jared frequented in town. It was the perfect sunny afternoon for a party. Y/n laughed to herself as she took in the image in front of her. It reminded her too much of the final scene from Step Brothers, well, minus the ocean in the background and the giant ice sculpture of a helicopter. 

The place was bustling, there was a live band playing some song she didn’t recognize, but they had a certain aura about them that was infectious. The charity had also decided on a fully catered Texas style barbeque, complete with lots of alcohol. Y/n mumbled a silent ‘thank you’ to whatever was listening as she spotted the bar. Silently she slipped away from her brother and towards the bar, looking for something cold and fruity to keep her sated. 

Jared noticed her absence almost instantly, taking the opportunity of her departure to initiate his plan. Well technically, her spotting the bar was step one of his plan, which she had fallen for hook line and sinker. Genevieve stood begrudgingly by his side, also in on said plan, no matter how much she truly hated it. The things we do for love...

“She’s going to kill you when she finds out, you know that?” Gen whispered to her husband as he was bent over the sign-in table. 

“I can handle myself. Besides, I’m sure she’ll thank me later.” 

“You have a lot of confidence in that. I hope you are right.” Gen mumbled. Jared made a face at his wife as if to say ‘trust me’. He knew full well how badly this could go, but he also understood how good it could all work out. Things were still tense between himself and his baby sister and at this point he could lose her either way. He at least had to try this. 

Once they had signed themselves and Y/n in, they went to find her with their seating assignment. She was reluctant to go too far from the bar, earning a sour look from Jared. Like a scolded child, she followed him to their table, a small frown on her face. 

Once she knew where she was to eat dinner, she left them again to network. Jared and Gen were quick though to follow her into the crowd. They stuck to her like glue the whole time, unwilling to let her out their sight. After all, she didn’t want to be here in the first place, making her a flight risk in Jared’s eyes. And he couldn’t exactly lose her if he wanted this to work. He also was there to steer her in the right direction. After all he couldn’t risk her seeing something she shouldn’t and ruining everything. 

Y/n, on the other hand, couldn’t understand her family’s odd behavior. Everytime she turned around, there were Jared and Gen. It didn’t matter where she went or who she was talking to, they were always a step behind her, making the young woman uneasy. Y/n chose to brush off their peculiar actions, chalking it up to Jared’s lack of trust in her. 

The dinner was served about an hour after the three of them had arrived at the venue. The food that was served was like nothing she had ever tasted before. It gave a true definition to southern style cooking. Y/n made a mental note to get the caterer’s information from whomever she could pry it from. 

Y/n quirked her head up as the music died down from the stage and the audience was applauding. A spritely woman, who Y/n deemed to only be a few years older than herself, bounced onto the stage, taking the mic from the lead singer, “Desert is about to be served, we hope you all enjoy it as it was made right here in Austin. We have about thirty minutes until the auction starts, so get your wallets out and ready.” The organizer rushed off the stage just as quick as she came to a hoopa from the crowd. Y/n turned back to her brother, her brow scrunched together on her forehead. 

“You didn’t say there would be an auction.” She noted, confusion written on her features. Gen suddenly became very interested in the ice cream now being placed in front of her as Y/n spoke. Y/n picked up on the way the woman averted her eyes, not daring to look up at her sister in law. 

“I didn’t? I could have sworn I did...” Jared’s voice was high as he played her comment off. 

Y/n hummed, annoyance now bubbling up in her chest. “No, you didn’t.” Her tone was firm with her resolution. “Jared, what are they auctioning off?” She had to ask the question even though, based on her family's sudden change in demeanor, she was afraid she didn’t truly want to know the answer. 

“Oh, you know, just the usual.” 

“Jared.” Y/n set her lips in a tight line as she glared at her brother. He was up to something, and she knew it was going to piss her off. 

“They are auctioning off dates with local eligible bachelorettes.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. A huff of air left her lips as the realization dawned on her. Y/n closed her eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t…” 

“I did.”

“Jared! You signed me up to be auctioned off like some cattle to a strange old rich guy? I can’t believe you!” Y/n threw her napkin on the table and moved to leave. Jared grabbed her arm, an action that only sent more fire through her veins. She tugged her arm from his grasp. “Don’t.” 

“Y/n.” Jared’s voice was soft as he attempted to not draw more attention to themselves than had already been drawn. “It’s for a good cause. Please? Who knows, maybe this could be exactly what you need.” 

Y/n stared at him, incredulous. His words didn’t make any sense to her. Jared said ‘this could be exactly what she needed’? What does that even mean?

“You can’t back out now, they already have your name. Think about how that would look.” Jared raised his eyebrows at her and she could only clench her jaw. He was right, and that only pissed her off. He was smarter than she cared to admit. 

“I hate you for doing this to me.” Y/n growled as she sat back down in her seat. Jared smiled, the action quickly faltering when he realized she would not be smiling back at him. 

The sun was just beginning to fall towards the horizon as the auction started. Jared explained that Y/n was to stay in her seat until they introduced her, then she would head up on stage. The whole notion of selling dates with women churned at her gut, causing her to leave her desert untouched. 

As much as she hated the idea, she was in this now. There was no way she could go back without making herself and the charity look like fools, and she hated that Jared knew that too. The only saving grace that was helping her hold back the bile in her throat was that she knew it was all for charity. 

She did a quick check of her makeup as woman after woman was sold to the highest bidder. One more girl was sent off to her fate, when the announcer introduced Y/n as the next prize. She made her way to the stage, her head held high and a polite smile on her face. 

“Miss Padalecki is a seasoned and truly talented makeup artist. She studied at E.I. School of Professional Makeup in Hollywood and has worked on multiple television shows, including the one in which her dear older brother, Jared Padalecki, stars; Supernatural. This beautiful woman also owns her own makeup line headquartered right here in Austin; Et Cetera. Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Multiple hands went up before she could get the words out, much to Y/n’s surprise. The number jumped to five thousand dollars before she even had a chance to blink. 

“Ten thousand.” A hand in the far corner went up and her eyes immediately snapped towards the voice. Y/n would recognize that voice anywhere and her suspicion was confirmed when she locked eyes with those familiar golden green orbs. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally understood what Jared had been talking about. He had set this all up, reasons for which she didn’t understand. Last she knew, the two of them hadn’t even been on talking terms. What had she missed?

A few more people out bid Jensen, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved about that or not. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she should be relieved. But Jensen, the stubborn ass he was, wasn’t letting her go that easily, coming back with a counter offer of a good three grand over the last one. He was dead set on making sure he won this one. 

“Eighteen thousand.” Some guy called from a table in the front, but she didn’t even glance his way. The steady drumming in her chest began to pick up pace, threatening to burst from her chest as she waited with bated breath, her eyes never leaving Jensen. 

“Twenty five thousand.” Y/n scoffed, if he won this thing she was going to punch him for spending this kind of money on her, especially when he could have just called her. It was a stupid, ostentatious gesture, but that being said, she couldn’t deny the butterflies it had awoken in her gut. 

“Do I hear twenty six?” The auctioneer called out. It was quiet. “Going once,” Still silence. “Twice… Sold to paddle 853. Thank you so much for your generous donation.” Y/n let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. A hand found her elbow and began to guide the stunned woman off the stage. 

Her body was shaking as she fought her conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn’t stuck with an awkward night with a stranger, but on the hand, she was pissed at Jensen and her brother for setting her up. Jared met her stare across the tables and she glared before stomping off across the golf course to get her some space to think.

Her heels were just hitting the pavement of the far side of the parking lot when she heard someone calling her name behind her. She didn’t want to turn just yet to face the man she knew had chased after her, but she had nowhere else to go. 

“Y/n, wait!” Jensen tried again as the woman spun on her heel to face him, the confusion evident even behind the anger in her eyes. “Listen, I know you’re mad-”

“Damn right I’m mad! You two had no right to do this. If you wanted to talk to me, you could have just picked up the phone. Why go through all this?” She seethed.

“Would you have answered if I called?” He asked her, his head tilting even though he already knew the answer. 

“That’s not the point.” She mumbled. Though honestly, she couldn’t answer him as to whether or not she would have answered. Right now she wanted nothing more than to say no, just to pour salt in his wounds, but she couldn’t do that. 

“It’s exactly the point, Y/n/n.” Jensen’s voice dropped as he made his point. “If it helps, it was all Jared’s idea.” Jensen tried to ease the tension with a small smile and she hated how her body instinctively reacted to it with a smile of its own. She quickly composed her face as soon as she realized her slip. 

“I think that makes you feel better, not me.” She answered honestly. 

“You’re probably right.” Jensen let his shoulders fall as he looked at her. Y/n looked just as stunning as he remembered, if not more so. That fact only had his heart clenching in his chest, the evidence of his mistakes standing in front of him. As he admired her tanned skin where it showed dark in contrast against her yellow dress, the way her hair fell in waves framing all the high points in her face, and even the tension in her jaw as she fought herself to let him see her smile, all the reasons for his past choices seemed irrelevant. This woman standing in front of him had his whole heart. He understood that now. There was no one else that he would ever love more than her. 

“I know I may not be your favorite person right now, but I won’t take back what we did. All I’m asking is that you listen to what I have to say.” 

Y/n chewed on the inside of her lip as she eyed the man in front of her. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, his features pulled down as he pleaded with her. And no matter how much she wanted to tell him to fuck off, she couldn’t. All she could do was nod. 

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, six o’clock?” Jensen offered.

“Six o’clock.” Y/n confirmed before turning away and leaving him at the edge of the parking lot. 

****

Y/n stared at her open closet, contemplating how she should dress for this. Honestly, she knew full well she was overthinking all of it. It didn’t matter what she wore, but she also knew that it was just her anxiety’s way of diverting from the real problems raging in her head. 

Eventually she just landed on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. She paired it with her favorite sneakers. In the end, she decided she just wanted to be comfortable. 

Y/n was making sure she had what she needed in her purse when there was a soft knock on her door.

Taking a deep breath, she went to the light wooden door and pulled it open. Jensen had a soft smile on his face as he came into view. He was sporting a pair of dark wash jeans, paired with a soft looking tee. It seemed he went just as casual as she had, topping off his look with a pair of converse. 

“You look beautiful.” He noted as his eyes racked up her figure. Heat flooded her cheeks under his intense gaze.

Y/n cleared her throat, not wanting to dwell on his compliment. “Shall we go?” Jensen stepped back, signalling for her to exit. Y/n locked up behind herself and headed down the stairs outside her door that lead to the parking lot. 

Once they were pulling out of the lot, Y/n could feel his gaze on her from the driver's seat. It made her uncomfortable and hot all at the same time. “Mind paying attention to the road, you aren’t fake driving here.” She turned to him just as he snapped his head back to the road. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird.” 

“It’s okay. Truly this whole thing is weird.” Y/n admitted, her voice low. 

“I’m sorry.” Jensen repeated himself. Y/n rolled her eyes at that, it grated on her nerves more than it should have. 

“Jensen, you’ve got to stop saying ‘I’m sorry’. It won’t make a difference.” What she wanted to say was it wouldn’t make a difference because she had already forgiven him. What she wanted to say was he was wasting his breath. But she didn’t, just because she forgave him didn’t mean that everything was rainbows and butterflies. Jensen still owed her an explanation. And besides, it was fun to watch him squirm a little. Her comment had officially shut him up, for now. She could see where his jaw was clenched as he kept his eyes fixed directly ahead. It almost made her feel guilty… almost. 

Jensen pulled off towards McKinney Falls State Park, parking in a secluded spot under a tree. He hopped out of the car without a word. She watched him as he walked around the car and opened her door for her, offering her his hands as she stepped out. With a silent ‘thank you’ he let go of her hand and went to his trunk. Y/n couldn’t help her curiosity, only to have it satiated as he pulled out a small cooler and a rolled up blanket.

“A picnic?” It was hard for her to hide the upturn of her lips. 

“Yeah, last I remember you liked my cooking. And I thought you would feel more comfortable away from my place.” Y/n cast her eyes away from him. It was a sweet gesture, and she had to fight the tears stinging in her eyes. Sometimes she really hated how easily she cried. 

“Lead the way.” Jensen moved past her into the relatively empty park. The whole place was huge, leaving plenty of space for people to spread out. They were walking for she didn’t even know how long, when he finally picked a spot under a large oak tree near the water. Jensen tossed the blanket out for them to take a seat on and placed the cooler in the center. 

“Come on.” He urged her to follow his lead as he sprawled out on the blanket. The grown man looked hilarious as he tried to find a comfortable position. Y/n crossed her legs and sat up straight across from him, waiting intently for him to start unpacking whatever it was that he had. “I didn’t think this through.” He admitted as he continued to shuffle around. 

“Just lean back against the tree.” She gestured to him and took it upon herself to pull items from his cooler. She started with the two bottles of sweet tea, then a tupperware container filled with what looked like coleslaw, followed by two bags of chips and some sandwiches. Y/n handed off Jensen his share then grabbed the forks and moved to sit next to him, her back resting against the tree. She set the container of coleslaw between them and handed Jensen a fork before turning her attention to the sandwich. Y/n took a bite, her taste buds exploding with flavor with one bite. 

“Holy,” She mumbled around a mouthful of food. 

“Yeah?” Y/n nodded, she could never deny his cooking abilities, especially considering this was one of the best sandwiches she’s ever had. How the hell does he do that? “You should try the coleslaw, it’s grandma Ackles’ secret recipe.” 

Y/n covered her mouth as she swallowed her bite. “Okay.” she agreed. Jensen filled the fork with the dish and held it out for her to eat. Her mouth closed around the utensil, her lips pulling all of the tangy salad into her mouth. Jensen had to bite back his groan as he watched her movement, followed by her eyes rolling up in her head. After all this time, she still had that effect on him, and he knew she always would. 

“Good?” The tip of Jensen’s tongue was peaking out of the corner of his mouth as he waited.

“That’s amazing, like really amazing. What does she put in that?” Y/n hummed.

“Sorry, I promised her I would take her secret to the grave.” 

“Your grandma Ackles was a very mean woman.” Jensen laughed as a pout formed on Y/n’s features. He had to avert his attention elsewhere. Y/n could have gotten him to do anything she wanted with that pout. It was unfair, really. 

“She actually kind of was.” Jensen mused, remembering the strict yet loving woman. 

The two of them continued their picnic in relative silence. Everything Jensen had put together was beyond delicious. It amazed Y/n how he could make something so simple taste so delicious. But she never doubted the man, after all he was annoyingly good at everything. 

Once the food began to dry up, they both knew that they were just postponing the inevitable. For once, Y/n found the courage to just bite the bullet. “Well, you have me here. I’m listening.” 

“Okay...” Jensen sucked in a breath as he brushed the chip crumbs from his fingers. “Gotta be honest, I’m not exactly sure where to start. I’ve gone over what I would say in this moment since you left Vancouver, but nothing ever quite came out right.” His hands rubbed up and down his jean clad thighs, one of the other nervous habits that Y/n had quickly picked up on from him. He cast his glance down for a moment, before looking back at her. Her eyebrows were perked up on her forehead as she waited in silence. 

“Jared and I have talked. We’ve actually been talking for a couple weeks.”

“I’m glad.” And she was glad for the both of them. They were important to each other and they deserved to be in each other’s lives. As much as she hated how much their mistakes broke her relationship with her brother, she also hated what it did to Jensen and Jared’s relationship.

“He actually came to me and we hashed out our differences. I mean we aren’t where we used to be but I think with time we will get there. He told me you guys are talking again too.” 

“Yeah, well it’s debatable how long it will last this time.” Y/n grumbled. She was still pissed at him for lying to her and she felt like being dramatic about it for a while. 

“Y/n/n, we messed up, I messed up. We went about this all the wrong way. But I don’t take back leaving you, because it did give you a chance to make up with your brother, and that’s all I ever wanted, your happiness.” Jensen admitted. 

Y/n pursed her lips, pushing down the fight building in her chest. “So why are we here then?” 

“Because you’re not happy Y/n.”

“And you know that how?” She pushed back. 

“Jared told me you are thinking about selling Et Cetera.” 

“So that means I’m unhappy?” 

“Yeah, it does. I know you better thank you want to believe. Selling the most cherished thing to you and moving across the country away from everyone and everything that you love is not like you. The woman I fell in love with fights for what she believes in, for what she wants. And I can’t let you go without telling you it’s a mistake.” 

“All of this is just you telling me what is best for me again. I don’t see how it’s any different than the last fight we had.”

“It’s different because you know it too. You’re running, and don’t try to lie to me. I know this is about me.”

“So what if it is? I reserve the right to make my own life decisions.”

“You’re absolutely right, you do. But I can’t let you do that without knowing all the facts. Y/n, I love you, and selfishly I don’t want you to go. Walking out that door in Vancouver left this emptiness in my chest that’s suffocating me. Everyday I wake up wondering how you are doing, and if you are okay. You’re the first person I wanted to call when my manager set up this big audition for me, and you were the first person I wanted to call when I didn’t get the part.” Jensen let out a huff, composing himself before continuing. “I just couldn’t let you go without knowing that.”

Y/n was at a loss for words, for the first time in a long time. That was quite the admission, and what was one to say to that? “What about Danneel?” It was the only thing she could come up with in the moment, her words startling even her.  

Jensen smiled. “I was hurting and needed a friend to talk to. I was looking for advice on how to get myself out of this funk. Danneel knows me just as good as anyone.”

“What did she tell you to do?” 

“She said that if I love you, and you love me then we would find our way back to each other, even if I had to go and get you.”

“So this is you just coming to get me then.” Y/m mused to herself, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “What if I don’t love you?” 

“Then I’ll walk away, and you can go to New York and be a big successful business woman that lives out all her dreams. But only if that’s what you truly want.” He paused and shifted himself towards her more. “Is that what you want?” 

Y/n swallowed, the motion getting stuck in her throat. “No, I want you. It’s always been you.”

“Then please don’t do this. Stay here and build your business big enough to scare that other company into bankruptcy.” Jensen pleaded with her. Y/n shook her head, chuckling. She knew it would come to this at some point. 

“Jay, I already turned them down. You are right, I couldn’t leave my family behind, and I couldn’t leave you.” 

“How long were you going to listen to me rant for?” His voice rose an octave, his thousand watt smile returning to his face.

“You were on a roll,” she shrugged. “Besides, you said all I had to do was listen.” Y/n failed miserably to hide the smile on her face. Jensen shoved at her shoulder, sending both of them into a fit of laughter. 

As he got back his senses, a warm smile spread across Jensen’s face. There was one last thing they needed to clear up. “Listen, I know we still have some things to work on, but I want to work on them. You and me. What do you say?” 

“You had me at ‘you look beautiful’.” Y/n licked her lips, an action not unnoticed by the man next to her. Jensen shook his head, fighting back his own smartass comment. “Seriously though, best idea I’ve heard all day.” 

Jensen chuckled as he leaned himself towards Y/n. “I’d really like to kiss you now, if that’s okay.” 

Y/n reached her hand out, cupping his jaw as she ran her thumb over the stubble on his face. “You are such a sap sometimes.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And an idiot.” She finished with a roll of her eyes, all the while smiling like an idiot herself, before leaning into him and bringing his lips to her own. At that moment, it didn’t matter what had happened in the past. It didn’t even matter what was going to happen in the future. All that mattered was that he loved her and she loved him. And all the rest, well, it would fall into place, one way or another.

Epilogue

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friends of friends. | pt. 1

A/N: Sooo guess who’s back with a new fic?! Please let me know what you guys think, and if you want me to continue this - I have lots of ideas for it! If you enjoyed it, please give it a like so I know people are interested in reading more :) The band does exist in this fic, but it’s more of a casual thing and none of the boys are famous. In this fic I tried to really focus on the characterization and in improving my writing, so yeah this is my little passion project rn while I’m in quarantine. [Also a little shoutout to @cakesunflower​, I don’t know her at all but her fics (wglylm, quiet hours, etc.) and her writing is honestly incredible and she was one of the many awesome writers on here who inspired me to start this. :)]

Word Count: 2,100+

Rating: PG-13 (mentions of alcohol, swearing)

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"Who's Calum?" Audrey was perched over a tall wooden stool, hands around a mug of steaming hot coffee. Her short brown hair landed just above her shoulders, cascading perilously towards her coffee as she stared down her friend, a sly smile on her face.

"Just a friend of a friend," Rose replied with a shrug.

Audrey's eyebrows arched in response, unsatisfied with Rose's answer.

"No seriously. I barely know him, I met him the other day at some get together Nina dragged me to."

At mention of the other girl, a smile crept onto Audrey's face. "Damn, Nina. How's she doing?" The three were close friends back in university, sharing a dorm for two years. But after school, they'd all started to go their separate ways. Nina was in public relations. A true socialite, she loved meeting new people, and could keep up conversation for hours. Since landing her new job as an assistant for some small music company, she'd managed to drag Rose along to various parties and social gatherings with increasing frequency. The two lived on opposite sides of town in Boston, but remained decently close despite this. On the other hand, Audrey had moved back home to Michigan after school, and the two didn't see her very often at all.

"She's good. Still a true extrovert." Rose said with a gentle shake of her head.

"Gotta love that girl. She was always a go-getter." Audrey laughed, taking a sip of the creamy drink.

In contrast to Nina, Rose would describe herself as a simple person. She had her little apartment, her work, a well-stocked supply of coffee, and her dog, Olive - who she'd somehow managed to sneak under her apartment's 60lb weight limit. Everything else was extra, but as long as she had those few essentials, she was perfectly content. Though as a recent university grad who was still working part-time at a coffee shop, and taking whatever freelance work she could on the side, she didn't have a lot of room for extravagances anyway. In contrast, Audrey found a job as a radio broadcaster back home right out of school, and could now afford to make the flight down to see her girls.

"Anyways don’t try and change the subject, you haven't had a man in your life in ages!" Audrey exclaimed, teasingly poking a finger against the arm of Rose's blue sweater.

Rose gave her head a faint shake, smiling gently. She had no doubt Nina had already recounted the entire work gathering to Audrey over one of her long-winded FaceTime calls. Nina had a way of getting carried away with the stories she told, which likely meant their distant observation of Calum had morphed into a much closer brush than it actually was.

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She vaguely remembered him from that last work event. He was easily recognizable by his dark curly hair, tanned skin, and youthful appearance, especially since the vast majority of others mingling looked to be in their late 30s. Rose caught drifts of conversations about sales and pitches and various public relations-related stuff. She had caught him looking over at her during one of the speeches. When she met his gaze he'd turned away.

"Who's that?" she asked, tugging lightly on Nina's arm. Nina was in the middle of rambling about some publication technique to boost online views.

"Oh, him? That's Calum. He's a member of one of the newer bands the company's signed. Seems decent, haven't really had a chance to chat with him yet."

Calum.

She never got the guts to go over and talk to him that night, even though he looked like one of the only people who was actually having a decent time, chatting animatedly with an equally tall guy around his age, drink in hand. Instead, she stayed by Nina's side, letting her talkative friend fill the silence and introduce her to many people whose names she would inevitably forget.

---

It was two weeks later, and Nina had caught Rose off guard yet again, getting her to agree to another one of her work parties before Rose even really knew what she was saying yes to. The term ‘party’ was an exaggeration, to say the least. Only the watered-down drinks and the 70s hits playing at a whisper in the background gave the faintest suggestion that this was a party. Rather, it was a way for people at Nina’s company to schmooze with those from other nearby labels and PR companies, collaborating on techniques, getting insider information on new signings and album releases. And Nina was so thrilled at the prospect of sharing her knowledge and making new friends, that Rose felt obligated to say yes. However, not knowing a thing about the music industry or public relations made it difficult to relate to any of the conversations, so she often found herself glued to Nina’s side, maintaining an appropriate amount of nods and smiles to the people Nina talked to, waiting for the agonizingly slow clock to tick down. She sharply reminded herself to not give in to Nina’s pleas again, that this would be the last time she would let her Friday nights turn out like this.

Letting her thoughts wander, she remembered catching a vague glimpse of the dark-haired man earlier on in the night, but she hadn't seen him at all in the past half-hour, and figured he'd gone home. She wished she could leave too, but sadly Nina was her ride, which meant she'd be here for a while longer. By this time Rose was frankly sick of Nina's incessant chatter, and with feigning enjoyment in meeting random people she truly had no interest in.

She politely excused herself from the conversation, and made her way towards the kitchen, in the hopes she could scrounge up another drink to get her through the night. Taking a look around the kitchen, she let out a small sigh when she didn't see any alcohol. However, her eyes landed on the same curly-haired man from earlier. So this was where he'd been hiding out. His cheeks flushed a vague tinge of pink at seeing he'd been discovered, but he let out a relieved breath when he saw that it was her. One of the only other people here around his age, who didn't seem like she'd want to chatter endlessly about the management side of music.

"Hey, I remember you." He stood facing her, a gentle smile on his face. "Calum," he introduced, taking a hand out of his pocket and extending it towards her.

"Rose," she replied, lips curving into a smile as she shook his hand, his larger one temporarily enveloping hers.

"Nice to meet you," he nodded. "Do you work here?" He was sure if he'd seen her before that he would have remembered.

"No, I'm actually a struggling arts major," she confessed with a small chuckle. "My friend dragged me here. Nina."

"Oh," Calum nodded, eyes flashing lightly in recognition of a name he couldn't quite place. "The really… social one?" He asked hesitantly towards the end, unsure exactly how to phrase it.

"Yeah, you can’t miss her,” Rose said, giving her head a small shake in amusement. She felt a sense of relief as Calum's light chuckle flooded her ears.

"So I'm kind of hiding out here right now," he began, looking past her for a second to the crowd of people mingling past the doorway, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he confirmed none of the guests were interested in pulling him into another conversation.

She chuckled lightly, moving to place her empty glass near the sink. "Do you come to these kinds of things often?"

"Not really," he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "But the label wanted me to make an appearance. Somehow I keep drawing the short end of the stick this month for that kind of stuff."

She laughed, glad she didn't have to pretend this was an enjoyable party.

"It's kinda.. stuffy?" he added, nose scrunching at the word.

She nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah. A lot of middle-aged record and publication people. Not exactly my crowd either."

"Tell me about it," Calum sighed, taking a long sip of his fruity drink. "And this was all I could find," he added half-heartedly, raising the glass.

She chuckled, trying to muffle her amusement at the strange drink that didn't seem to quite fit with his look. The vividly coloured mini umbrella and bright purple liquid contrasted sharply with the metal rings that adorned his tanned fingers and the tattoos peeking out from his shirt collar.

Noting her amusement with his drink of choice, his eyes began to light up, and he chuckled along with her.

"I figured," she said, fighting to contain her smile. This only served to make him more amused, a full-blown laugh bubbling out from his full, pink lips. His laugh seemed too pure, too alive for this subdued party.

They stood in silence for a couple beats, letting the low buzz from the various people in the room flood their ears again, before Calum drained the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Did you wanna get out of here?" He asked, setting his empty glass down on the counter beside hers, gesturing vaguely to the direction of the front door.

"Oh!" She wasn't able to mask her surprise, eyebrows rising and a faintly amused but apologetic look on her face. "Wow, um… I think you're great, I really do, but that's just not quite something that I'm-"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her response. He tilted his head slightly to one side, lips parted, as he tried to figure her out. Eventually his lips curved into a smile and a gentle laugh erupted from his mouth as he realized where she was going with this. "Shit, I meant food. My bad."

And then she was blushing profusely, wanting to melt into the floor in embarrassment because how could she fuck that up? She sighed, letting out a small whine of contempt, and when she finally got the courage to look back up at him, he was watching her, eyes sparkling. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, trying half-heartedly to contain the smile that still graced his face at her expense.

"Yeah, ok." She nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "I can do food."

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She didn't quite know how she ended up at the fast-food place at 10pm, seated in a tiny booth across from Calum, watching the curly-haired man munching happily away on fries, their knees occasionally knocking against each other.

When he looked at her it was as if he was looking into her. His dark curls cascaded over his forehead, a hint of stubble on his jaw. His eyes were soft and dark brown. They crinkled around the edges when he laughed and they felt like home. It was weird for her, to feel that way with a stranger. But in many ways Calum felt more like an old friend. Like someone she'd known all her life and was just reconnecting with. At this point in the night he was beginning to look tired and sleepy, but just when she thought he was losing interest, his eyes would light up at a funny comment, and it would bring her in closer, creating the most comfortable, at ease feeling deep in her stomach. That night she learned Calum had a wicked dry sense of humour, and that his warm laugh sounded like honey.

They were there for over an hour, long after the remnants of their burgers had gone cold. Only the buzzing of the neon sign in the front window, and the quiet shuffling of the lone staff member were background noise to their conversation.

Eventually they decided to part ways, both tired and content from the night. They put their empty trays in the garbage, and left. Outside they stood only a few steps apart, trying to use each other's bodies to evade the cold wind blowing through the empty parking lot. It was already April in Boston, but some nights still felt like winter.

"Alright," he said, tugging the hood of his jacket over his head so only a few curls poked out. "Get home safe, ok?"

"I will. You too, Calum."

She turned to leave, but his fingertips brushed across the fabric of her jacket. She looked up, the movement garnering her attention. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, brown eyes searching her own.

"We're doing a little show at The Reign next Saturday night. You should come, if you want."

"Yeah I'd love to. I'll be there."

And then he was smiling, hands buried in his pockets. She took a step back and gave him a wave, which he returned, watching her for a few moments before turning in the direction of his own apartment.

[jungnoir]

hello!! truth be told, i am not entirely certain if your requests are open and stuff, if they aren't, please forgive me, it's honestly my first time requesting so i'm really worried that i am gonna mess up, please don't hate me :((( do you think there's a chance that you'll write some youngk or wonpil fluff (or rival!au,,, or anything would be great,,, honestly) any time soon? if not, that's totally okay, i hope i didn't bother you, thank you regardless and have a great day!!

anatomically correct heart-shaped pretzel;

kim wonpil | food service is way more competitive and romantic than you’d think, believe it or not. rival!au. mall!au. | 1.6k words. | fluff, humor.

a/n: ahhh you’re okay!!! thank you for being so polite. I’m not officially accepting requests as I’m sort of just writing whenever I want to and dropping in. usually, I will announce that I’m writing requests on my blog and leave it open for a certain amount of time. however, I’m being pretty casual with things so I totally don’t mind this request at all! here’s rival kiosk workers at the mall with wonpil

“He’s at it again. Look at him; he’s got an evil look in those puppy dog eyes, that dead customer service smile, that high-pitched “have a good day!” pep in his step. I want to wring his neck like a Shake Weight.”

Your coworker, Dowoon, pauses in the middle of refilling the fruity pebbles toppings to give you a disturbed look, “Okay, Jesus. What is wrong with you?”

You glare right back, “It’s fucking pretzel boy Wonpil showing off again.”

“You mean doing his job?”

Grumbling a “showing off” under your breath, you turn around again to continue your angry brooding when you happen to catch Wonpil’s eyes between serving customers. His friendly smile quickly turns malicious, the boy having the audacity to drop his eyelid down in a wink before going about his business again, annoyingly unbothered by your seething not 20 feet away.

Dowoon was convinced that you were paranoid. Ever since that new pretzel kiosk popped up next to your once very thriving frozen yogurt shop, you’d been noticing business trailing elsewhere. People were trading gummy bears for salty bread and Wonpil’s “personable” attitude, something that you couldn’t quite get over. He wasn’t personable at all. You knew the real truth and yet no one believed you.

It had all started two months back when they’d first opened. You had thought Wonpil to look actually pleasant to talk to, deciding to befriend your new competition to be friendly which, unfortunately, massively backfired. Perhaps you were too bubbly, too optimistic on the first go, because Wonpil seemed to immediately bristle upon greeting. That was your first sign that things were going steadily downhill.

Your next sign was how aware you were that you were dominating the conversation. It seemed like no matter how much you tried to fish out of Wonpil, he wouldn’t budge. His answers were short, blunt, and disconcerting to say the least. After a few failed attempts, you’d promptly agreed with yourself that perhaps Wonpil was just one of those people who went to work, did their job, and left it at that. But then the customers came rolling in.

He was a totally different guy, the bastard.

Everything. From the way he lit up to the way his voice rose several octaves to the way he laughed out loud at every terrible customer joke. It was a pang to your admittedly offended heart. Was there something wrong with you? Did you smell? Was he just having a bad day earlier? It had thrown you pretty off for the rest of your shift, even catching the attention of one of your other usually aloof co-workers: Sungjin.

You just couldn’t place it. You obviously didn’t want to think he simply disliked you and only you, but it was all you had to go on. Why was he so averse to you when you’d done nothing to him? ...as far as you knew, anyway.

He was even nice to Dowoon! What did Dowoon have that you didn’t?!

And then, then, Wonpil started to notice you, but for all the wrong reasons.

It was through knowing smirks and condescending winks that you began to kindle your delicate hatred-baby for Wonpil. He knew he was peeving you off. He knew that when you’d watch him with that barely veiled look of yearning in your eyes for acceptance that he could simply look your way and you’d fluster. He wasn’t kind. He was a jerk. Wonpil was an absolute asshole and no one seemed to think so except you.

Your co-workers called it a friendly rivalry. You called it war.

He was super keen on stealing your customers too, drawing them in from your shop to get them to buy those damn pretzels, just to see you squirm and fumble to turn their attention back. When he’d win, he’d get this smug look on his face and gnaw his bottom lip with a hooded gaze cast your way, practically relishing in your anger and humiliation. You’d dreamt of all the ways you could make that little pipsqueak sing for mercy-

“Hey! Can you do your job or do I need to stand you on the other side of the counter as a cardboard cutout?” Dowoon’s annoyance is not easy to ignore even in the midst of your daydream, and unfortunately, that meant that you would have to come back to your reality. Your cold, Wonpilly reality.

With a lack of vigor that could rival a pubescent boy in band practice, you continue your shift in a disgruntled haze. You don’t want to think you’re being childish about it, but you can often feel Wonpil’s eyes on you while you work, and it’s enough to make you rightfully paranoid. You know the minute you look up that he’s going to have some patronizing expression on his face and, honestly, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from punching it clean off. Only fifteen more minutes, you think to yourself, counting down til the end of your shift. Fifteen more minutes and then I’m out of here.

Dowoon eventually leaves early, mentioning he has a date tonight and that he doesn’t want to be late, and you mumble an affirmative to clean and lock up for him. You’ve got no such plans for the evening, instead planning to relax and enjoy the weekend Wonpil-free. As customers slow to almost nothing, you decide it’s a good time to start closing up.

As you’re sweeping away the debris on the floor, you hear the sound of a fist knocking against glass and decide to look up, ready to shoo away a customer who came too late. Instead of a customer, it’s something much worse.

“Hey,” Wonpil says, one hand in his puffy jacket pocket, the other holding a small take-away bag from the pretzel place, “heading out tonight?”

You’re so stunned by his attempt at casual conversation that you forget to be mean, staring at him in confusion, “Uh... no. Why?”

Wonpil looks both relieved and surprised, clutching the bag a little closer to himself, “Oh... uh, well it’s just that... you know, it’s Valentine’s day. I assumed you had a date.”

Your brain is a Windows blue screen right now. Was it... oh, fuck, how could you have missed it? Today was February the 14th. You flush soon after. No, you had no date. “Nope... but I bet you do. If you came here to gloat about it, don’t even bother. I’m too tired to deal with you right now.”

A look of hurt flashes across Wonpil’s visage, “I didn’t... that’s not why I came over.”

“Then why?” You can’t hide the tired exasperation in your voice, “You closed up already, didn’t you? Just go home. I’m not in the mood.”

That same hurt flashes again and part of you almost wants to feel bad about it. 

Wonpil reaches into the bag with a trembly bottom lip, “I-I came over to apologize. And to give you this.”

In his hand now is a heart shaped pretzel, but not just the traditional heart shape. No, it was anatomically correct. Scarily so. It was also piping hot and looked rather tasty after a long day of work. You rarely indulged yourself in the enemy’s goods, but... “What do you mean, apologize?”

“I uh... I kinda totally screwed up. The thing is, I don’t hate you like you think I do. I actually really like you. I know that I don’t show it and it’s not much of an excuse, but it’s just... when I first met you, I was really, really nervous. You were so kind and funny and attractive... I froze up,” your eyes begin to bulge as he holds the pretzel out to you, “and I couldn’t act normally around you. Then people started saying we were rivals so I ran with it. Anything to get you to look at me.”

You check Wonpil’s face to see if he’s lying. He’s not, as far as you can tell, but you’d been a bad judge of his character before, “That’s really stupid, Wonpil.”

Instead of looking upset however, he laughs lightheartedly... like you’d kinda hoped he would laugh around you all along. It’s a sweet sound. You don’t even want to wring his neck right now. “I know. I don’t expect that to fix anything, but I still wanted to give you something. You can stomp it or throw it in the trash or feed it to the raccoon couple near Macy’s, I don’t mind. I just wanted you to know that I’m a really stupid guy who has a kind of embarrassingly huge crush on you. Happy Valentine’s day, (Name). I hope... I hope that we can at least be friends. Or enemies with a truce.”

Sincere. He was actually being sincere right now.

You drop the dustpan and push the swinging half-door open to leave your little kiosk, watching Wonpil as he turns to face you, pretzel still outstretched. You take it form his hands and watch his shoulders deflate in relief. A little overwhelmed with the fact that he’d just confessed to you, you test the waters, “So uh... you busy, Wonpil?”

The boy blinks rapidly, “N-No. Why?”

You take a bite from the warm pretzel and almost let out a humiliating moan in content. Goddamn, this boy made some mean pretzels. How could you ever turn that down? “There’s a movie playing in the theater upstairs in an hour. You know, that really bad remake? You wanna catch it together?”

Wonpil lets out an immediate “Yes. But... what do you wanna do until then?”

For the first time in two months, you allow Wonpil one real, warm smile once more, “You can start by finally answering all those questions I asked about you two months ago, for a start. I’d like to get to know my rival a little better.”

[greyias]

FIC: Girl Talk

Title: Girl Talk Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T Genre: Humor, Crack Synopsis: There’s something really strange happening on Odessen -- Theron just can’t figure out what. Author’s Notes: For @jaydzia66​​ and @aearyn​, who wanted to know the story behind The Skytrooper Helmet Incident. Just... a little delayed in getting you the full story. Also, a very special thank you goes out to @grumpyhedgehog​ for cheerleading and giving it a once over Warnings: Mild adult themes.

There was something strange happening on Odessen. Theron Shan just couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was.

His first clue was an overheard conversation in the cantina. He hadn’t meant to be eavesdropping — but his request for one finger of whiskey on the rocks was stacked behind an entire pitcher of the blue tropical drinks that Tora and Len had ordered for all of Koth’s crew — and at this point it was almost second nature to try and follow the conversation around him. Old habits died hard and all that.

He wasn’t sure if Kaliyo Djannis was trying to keep her conversation with the Alliance’s commander quiet, but even from the distance he was able to pick out a few key words and phrases. Something about Doc and satisfaction? Even if he didn’t have the specifics, Theron could tell that whatever Kaliyo was saying was hitting some sort of nerve with the Jedi she was conversing with. Even from the distance it was clear that Grey’s face was turning brighter and brighter shades of red.

In general, Theron wasn’t really a big fan of Kaliyo, as the Rattataki was a major wild card and not exactly the most trustworthy of characters. But beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to recruiting talent for the Alliance, and she was effective at what she did. It was why he had suggested her in the first place—but it was one thing for her to use her skillset as a weapon pointed at Zakuul. It was something else entirely when she started messing with the Commander’s head.

When Grey’s expression went from mildly embarrassed to mortified, without even realizing it he’d found himself leaving his perch at the bar and crossing the room.

“It’s something you should keep in mind,” Kaliyo said as he got into earshot, “that’s all I’m saying.”

“And what exactly should we be keeping in mind?” Theron asked, trying to keep his tone light, but there was still an edge to it.

Grey startled at his appearance, and the moment she met his eye seemed to somehow flush an even darker shade before quickly mumbling something and slipping off. Momentarily forgetting about the grinning Rattataki, he caught his girlfriend’s arm and leaned in close.

“Hey,” he asked quietly, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted, refusing to meet his eye as she expertly slipped out of his grip and disappeared into the crowd with a practiced ease that almost made him jealous.

He whirled around on Kaliyo, who had just watched the exchange with an air of amusement. “What the hell was that about?”

She just shrugged. “Just a little harmless girl talk.”

“I know you’re used to stirring things up just because you get bored easily.” Theron crossed his arms. “But while you’re here on this base, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“I don’t know if you really want that,” Kaliyo smirked.

“Let me rephrase that then: keep your nose clean. And leave my people alone.”

“Your people? Or just your girlfriend?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your girlfriend. You know, the Jedi. Sweet kid. Hilariously naive. The one you tried to swoop in and save from a little harmless teasing.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea. It’s not like that between us.”

Okay, that was a lie. But things were already hectic enough on Odessen for both him and Grey without the complication of dealing with everyone whispering about their after hours activities. And like hell he was going to give a former Imperial Intelligence operative any sort of weakness to exploit. No matter how long it had been since she’d worked for them.

Kaliyo snorted and threw back the last dregs of her drink, rising to her feet. “Whatever you want to tell yourself, Spyboy. But just so you know, I’m an expert on body language—and you two? Aren’t fooling anybody.”

“And you’re trying to change the subject.” He ignored the deliberate bait, refusing to be pulled into a verbal sparring match just for her amusement. “Don’t think that I’m not going to be keeping a very close eye on you.”

She gave a sharp laugh as she started to walk away. “Hopefully not too close. Can’t tell if your Jedi is the jealous type.”

Theron had glared at her departing back, completely forgetting about the drink he’d ordered. But he couldn’t get the conversation out of his mind, and the next time he’d found Grey he’d tried to broach the subject.

“About earlier, with Kaliyo,” he’d tried to say, but she held up a hand.

“It was nothing serious. Do not worry about it,” she insisted.

He wasn’t sure how to take that, because at the time it certainly hadn’t looked like nothing. “Are you sure?”

She didn’t quite look him in the eye, but summoned a smile that wasn’t unconvincing. It just wasn’t convincing either. “Of course.”

“All right,” he said dubiously. “Just don’t let her get in your head.”

“I won’t,” she assured him. “I have enough company in there as it is.”

He made a face at the reminder of the ghost that was currently residing in her skull. “Point taken.”

And so he let it drop. Not because she had made a compelling argument or anything, but because this was all still too new to him. Normally when something was amiss, he’d just investigate, push and prod until he got his answers. But here there were boundaries. Invisible, intangible things that if he wasn’t careful where he stepped, he might break this thing between them. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Besides. She said everything was fine. There was no reason for her to lie about something like that.

He was just being paranoid.

At least that’s what he had thought until he’d walked into the cantina a few days later, as he discovered his second clue that something was amiss. That clue being his girlfriend huddling at a table in the far corner with Hylo Visz discussing something serious. At least he thought it was serious, until the Mirialan smuggler grinned, and the Jedi’s cheeks tinged pink. Theron frowned, watching as the older woman leaned in to whisper something that made Grey’s eyes widen almost comically. 

From the distance, he couldn’t read either of their lips to know what the topic of discussion was, just that whatever the Jedi asked next made Hylo give her a wink, and made some vague gesture with her hands that he knew he’d seen somewhere but couldn’t place it at the moment. Grey apparently seemed to understand it’s meaning though as she shook her head vehemently and physically shoved Hylo’s hands back to the table.

Okay. That was definitely weird.

He tried to get closer to see if he could pick up what the women were talking about, watching as Grey turned beet red as the smuggler continued to talk, undeterred. As she continued to speak, the Jedi covered her face with her hands.

Just as he was wondering what the hell was going on, Hylo spotted him. She flashed him a wide, knowing smile and waved him over. Grey seemed to deflate at this, raising her hood up and laying her head down on the table as if she wanted to disappear.

“Um, hi,” Theron said awkwardly as he walked up.

“Hello yourself, tiger.” The shit-eating grin that Hylo shot him only set him on edge.

“So,” he continued, drawing the one word out so it was three syllables, “what are you two talking about?”

“Just this and that,” Hylo said vaguely, still grinning.

“Sounds fascinating.”

“Oh, it is.”

Theron looked down at the Jedi who was unsuccessfully trying to blend into the table. “You okay there?”

The lump of Jedi made a noncommittal noise that he thought was supposed to have been a “yes”, but it was so muffled he really couldn’t tell. He narrowed an eyebrow, looking back at Hylo questioningly.

“All this talking has made me thirsty,” she said. Which was definitely not an answer. “Theron, why don’t you go grab us a round?”

“I just got here,” he said sourly.

“And new guy buys the drinks, you know the rules.”

“We’re not on your ship, Hylo.”

She leveled him with a look that said the suggestion was anything but, and he wrinkled his nose in annoyance. There was really no point in arguing with her about this. And at least with a little alcohol in their system maybe everyone would stop acting so weird and actually talk. “Fine.”

He let his hand briefly drift down to the hooded figure on the table, but stopped short, hanging awkwardly as he realized they were out in the open. They hadn’t really discussed how public or private they wanted to keep things. And apparently the rumor mill was already swirling if Kaliyo was anything to go by. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, letting the statement be directed to the table as a whole. Although he really meant it for the embarrassed Jedi.

Theron tried to ignore that lingering discomfort, and instead quickly ordered a bottle of Corellian’s finest for him and Hylo, and hesitated on what to get for Grey since she hadn’t really said anything. He could get her whatever fruity monstrosity of a cocktail the cantina was serving today, which would at least be alcoholic. Or he could go with a known favorite. After a moment’s debate, he ordered a large, steaming mug of caf, and lugged it and the bottle back to the table.

Only to find it missing one Jedi. Hylo flashed him a sympathetic look as he set the bottle and the mug down with a little more force than necessary.

“Okay,” this time his tone wasn’t gentle as he flopped into a chair next to her, “what’s going on?”

Hylo sighed and grabbed the bottle and poured out two glasses. “Just a little girl talk.”

“Lot of that going around.”

“Hey, girls have to talk sometimes,” she said lightly, but shoved a glass in his hand. 

He accepted it, taking a large swig before leveling her with a look. “You talk about anything specific?”

“Yep.” Hylo took a slow sip before setting the glass down and looking Theron in the eye. “She’s a good kid. I like her.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I kind of guessed that back on Nar Shaddaa,” Hylo said with the hints of a a sad smile. 

Theron unconsciously winced at the memory of when he and the smuggler had first met. He didn’t really like to think about that too much. Not just the mission he’d been on the time, but everything that had happened between Ziost and prior to his arrival on Odessen. He hadn’t exactly been in the best place at the time. Better to focus on the present — and whatever the hell was going on.

“Look, no relationship is perfect,” she said after a moment, “you have to work at it. Things are a give and take, you know?”

“We’re not in a—”

That just prompted an eye roll and Hylo doling out two more very liberal pours. “You are impossible, you know that.”

Theron wrinkled his nose, but didn’t shove the glass away. “I’ve been told that a time or two. Although usually it’s my boss chewing me out. Not sure what I’ve done this time to earn it.”

“I’m not chewing you out.” Hylo exhaled heavily through her nose, clearly trying to gather her patience. “And not everything is about you.”

He pursed his lips as he bit back on the retort that it certainly seemed to be about him, considering his girlfriend had started to disappear whenever he came around. His eyes drifted to the still steaming mug of caf, and the empty seat at the table. He had to have done something to prompt whatever this was, although for the life of him he couldn’t think of what it was. 

“Look, Theron,” Hylo said, voice softening a touch, “I know you’re a worrier, but it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t worry,” he scoffed.

“Sure, big guy,” she said as she poured him another round, “just keep telling yourself that.”

Theron did his best to try and put the whole oddness out of his mind. But like Hylo had said, he was a worrier. It was just in his nature to chew on a problem until it grew stale and tasteless. If something didn’t add up, he just had to keep digging, until he found the root issue. It was a quality that served him well at the SIS and made him an excellent agent. Not so much on the relationship front. 

Although he wasn’t sure that any of the romantic entanglements quite met the definition of that term before he’d met one very frustrating, odd, and wonderful Jedi. A Jedi who he was certain wasn’t hiding something — mostly because to hide something, a person had to make an attempt to conceal their behavior. And either Grey had never learned the art of subterfuge or didn’t realize that her face turned the shade of wasaka berries whenever she saw him. Maybe both. And whatever conversation she was having seemed to dry up the moment he walked into a room.

Which was just odd. Although not as odd as when Koth playfully slugged him on the shoulder and waggled his eyebrows as if he were on the inside of some sort of salacious information. Theron had just stared back at the Zakuulan in honest befuddlement as the fluttering of a cape in his peripheral vision let him know that the Alliance Commander was once again making a quick exit. 

When Koth had been pressed on exactly what he was going on about, the man seemed to come to some sort of realization and had clammed up, stammering something about “girl talk”. Not even pointing out that he was, in fact, male, seemed to sway him.

“It takes all types,” Koth had just muttered as he conveniently had found something else to do.

After an entire day of this nonsense, he’d had enough, and decided to catch Grey in her quarters, where, in theory at least, she’d have a hard time mysteriously disappearing.

“HK-55,” Theron nodded a greeting to the droid standing guard at her door. “Is the Commander in?”

“Affirmative: The Commander is in her quarters, Master Shan,” the droid intoned, “but perhaps now is not the best time for one of your courting rituals.”

“We’re not—” Theron started and then decided to give up. No point in arguing with a droid that saw his nightly comings and goings. “Never mind. Can I go in? It’s kind of important.”

“Observation: You seem to have important business here with great frequency. Mostly in the evenings.”

“I’m not here every night,” he protested. “I wasn’t here yesterday at all.”

“Clarification: Your attendance record is not in dispute.”

“Whatever. Can I go in?”

“Sarcasm: As my master has granted you unlimited access to her quarters, my programming cannot deny you entry.” Ugh. Droid humor. “Suggestion: You might have more success if you tried a later time, when she is not having one of her one-sided arguments.”

It took a moment for Theron to realize the implication of the odd statement. His girlfriend had many quirks, and talking to thin air was one of the newer ones—specifically one that had started up after she’d picked up a stowaway Force ghost that refused to go away. 

“Valkorion,” he practically growled the name, and surged past the assassin droid turned bodyguard. The former Sith Emperor was a touchy subject with the Alliance Commander, but Theron understood why. Perhaps more than anyone else on the base with maybe the exception of Grey’s little astromech, T7-01. It was possible the parasite was responsible for the odd behavior he’d observed. Although usually she confided in him when Valkorion was starting to play his mind games, not—

“I do not want to discuss this with you,” Grey’s voice was strained.

Theron startled, feet stilling at first thinking the statement was meant for him. However her back was turned to him, and she was gesticulating to an empty space in front of her. If anyone had walked in to the room without knowledge of her unwanted poltergeist, they’d probably have second thoughts about the leader of the Alliance. For Theron, though, this was just starting to become a normal sight. Although usually when she spoke to Valkorion, her voice didn’t sound so… high-pitched. And her ears were not usually that bright a shade of pink.

“Why would I want to talk about this, of all things, with you?” Her voice cracked, almost comically. “Of course I’d ask someone else, literally anyone else than you — this is not any of your business!”

She paused, apparently listening to whatever witty retort the invisible presence in the room had to say.

“You are not an unfortunate party in any of this — you decided to haunt me! Not the other way around!” There were a few more moments of silence before she added, “This is not open for discussion.”

Another pause.

“Well, for starters, you are not a girl, so we can’t have ‘girl talk’.”

Oh come on! Really? Valkorion too? This was getting ridiculous. 

“Yes, I’m quite aware that Koth is technically a male, but he’s also corporeal and not an evil world devourer, so. His opinion counts more than yours.” She let out an annoyed huff in what was otherwise silence. Although maybe it was less silent on her end of things. “Look. I was just trying to get a little advice from someone who actually knows something about—no! I do not need your input on this.”

There was a long silence as the Jedi in question went almost deathly still. Theron wondered if this would be a good moment to cut in, because he was starting to get more than a little concerned, especially when she let out a startled. “No! Ew!”

His mouth had just started to open, when she continued on. 

“Why would you tell me that? Oh Force, no… just stop—stop talking!” She covered her ears, like a stubborn child trying to block out an adult’s lecture. “I can’t hear you, la la la!”

There was a part of Theron that was morbidly curious about the other half of that conversation, but considering the over-the-top reaction he was witnessing… perhaps it was for the best he was in the dark. As it was, he just stood there dumbly, practically rooted to the spot. Usually his eavesdropping was purely intentional, or part of a bad habit he couldn’t break after years of doing it professionally. Intentional or not, the end result was the same, and as Grey spun around, her eyes widened even further, cheeks flaming firebud red.

“Um,” she squeaked uncertainly, “hi.”

“Are you,” he seemed just as lost as her for words, “are you okay?”

She gave him the most pained, unconvincing smile he’d ever seen in his entire career of spycraft. “Yep!”

“Because you… um. That seemed a little…”

“Yeah,” she shifted uncomfortably, “I was just… having a difference of opinion with the voice in my head.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he said after a moment, “although usually it’s a little less…” He gestured vaguely as he struggled to come up with a polite way to phrase what he’d just witnessed, and then gave up. “That.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because she somehow flushed further. Damn it. This entire encounter was not in the boyfriend handbook. Not that such a thing existed, because he really could have used one. In general, but right about now he would not be opposed to a user’s guide or manual.

“Bad choice of words,” he muttered, “look, I’m just a little—”

She closed her eyes, frustration clearly mounting on her face before her head turned to address the empty air next to her. “We weren’t talking to you!”

Theron blinked once. Twice. Maybe he should have listened to the droid.

When Grey turned back to face him, the intense color in her cheeks had not faded in the slightest, but now her brow was creased in an expression of genuine contrition.  Damn it. He hated when she looked at him like that. 

“So… now isn’t the best time? Talk later?”

“Yeah. Yeah sure.”

Trained in the art of deception, Theron was able to keep his tone fairly neutral. Although if he were being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved to get out of the awkward situation, a touch concerned with what he had just witnessed, or a little rejected at being asked to leave. Maybe a combination of all three.

He kept his head held high as he walked back out into the hall, only to be greeted by an overly cheery metallic voice. “Mockery: I told you so.”

“Oh—shut up!”

The next day during the morning briefing, Theron had briefly thought he’d found a compatriot in whatever this bizarre new behavior was, as Grey couldn’t seem to look Senya in the eye the entire time. That comforting illusion had lasted only a scant hour, until he’d accidentally overheard the two women talking in hushed voices after the meeting.

Grey still couldn’t quite look at Senya directly, but she did seem genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry, I just… know more than I ever wanted to about—”

He missed whatever that tantalizing bit of information was, Lana elbowing him sharply to gain his attention on some report about like, the galaxy being burned by a tyrant. Right. Right. Work.

When he happened upon Senya afterwards and had asked about what had been going on, the older woman had just flushed a deep scarlet color and muttered Theron’s least favorite two words. “Girl talk.”

This was Theron’s life now. Walking into a room, hearing the first part of a conversation before it suddenly grinding to a sudden halt and at least one of the occupants bolting like his mere presence had set her on fire. Just like later that afternoon when he’d walked into the War Room:

“Hey, Lana, could I ask you a question?”

“Yes, Commander?”

“It’s… a little personal.”

“What seems to be the matter?”

“Well, it’s just—” Whatever she was about to say ended in a lurch as she caught sight of him, eyes widening almost comically as her ears seemed to practically glow pink. “Never mind!”

She stammered out another quick apology and some excuse, before once again like the elusive wind, she was gone. Theron managed to contain his heavy sigh, but not his frustration as Lana just arched one delicate brow at the whole bizarre exchange.

“What was that about?” he asked. “More ‘girl talk’?”

“I have no idea,” Lana said flatly, “and quite frankly, I’m fairly certain I don’t want to unless it somehow will win us this war against Arcann.”

“Pretty sure it won’t.”

“Then it’s probably not all that important, don’t you think?”

“Right,” Theron said, getting a brief sense of deja vu of him saying something similar years and years ago back at the Heorum Complex to some of his coworkers talking about their personal lives, but in regards to the Empire.

Oh. Is that how that felt? 

Lana didn’t bother to disguise her eye roll as she pointedly returned to the readout on the datapad in front of her. On one hand, it was refreshing that someone wasn’t involved in this nonsense, on the other hand… he’d kind of wanted just a little information. A curious robotic whistle had him looking down at the little astromech who had also witnessed the entire exchange.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

Teeseven just let out a sad series of beeps that even those who didn’t understand binary could easily decipher.

“I know, buddy. Me too.”

With the way the past few days had gone, Theron was almost convinced that nothing could surprise him anymore. Almost, but not completely — only a fool would not expect the unexpected. So it was with a little trepidation that Theron waited at the threshold of the Commander’s quarters that evening.

“Sarcasm: Master Shan, what a surprise to find you here in the evening hours again.”

“Can it, droid. I was invited.”

“Query: Then why have you not entered?”

Theron glanced down at the datapad he was still clutching with the note requesting his presence, and then at the closed door in front of him. “You haven’t heard any… one-sided arguments again, have you?”

“Clarification: I have not, but I do not make a habit of eavesdropping on my master’s affairs. I leave that in the hands of trained professionals like yourself.”

“You know… sometimes a  simple yes or no can suffice.”

“Mockery: But where is the fun in that? We must take our joys where we find them.”

“You know what, I’m going inside, if only to get away from this conversation.”

“Triumph: Mission accomplished—”

The rest of the bodyguard droid’s sarcastic quip was lost as the door slid shut. Served him right.

Out of habit, Theron glanced around the room in a seemingly casual manner. Nothing was out of place that he could see. There was still a mountain of datapads stacked on the desk in the corner. The decanter on the table in the seating area was still filled with premium-grade alcohol, but seemed a little emptier than his last visit. And the canvas hung artfully overhead diffused the lighting that had been installed into the high rock ceilings. In fact, only one thing was out of place: the room was empty.

“Uh,” he called out hesitantly, “did I get the wrong time?”

“Sorry, I’m just—give me a minute!” came the muffled reply from the refresher. “Just… take a seat. I’ll be right out.”

O-kay…

With a little hesitation, Theron did as he was told. While there was not a lack of places to lounge in the Commander’s quarters, the couch was one of the more comfortable spots. It also had a good view of the door to the refresher, although he wasn’t aware that he’d needed one until his girlfriend emerged through the door.

At least… he thought it was his girlfriend.

SIS training was supposed to prepare its agents to take anything in stride. In the field, things could go sideways in an instant. If you were caught off guard and unable to adapt, then the mission could result in failure — or worse. So, in theory, Theron should have been prepared for the sight that greeted him.

He was, quite simply, not. 

Partially because was still trying to figure out what he was looking at. The Alliance Commander, or at least, the figure he assumed to be her was currently sauntering towards him in a… very interesting getup? She was decked out in what looked like some variation on the skimpy outfits that cantina dancers around the galaxy liked to wear, but had added a spiked leather jacket with matching collar, and a frilly apron that seemed to be from some different outfit altogether. Perhaps separately, along with the rest of the coordinating ensemble, these items would have looked appealing, and maybe even sexy if someone were into those particular things. Together they just looked bizarre. But somehow that wasn’t the weirdest thing he was looking at.

No. That would be the fact that Grey seemed to have found out a hollowed-out, modified Skytrooper helmet, and was currently wearing it on top of her head.

The question of “what are you wearing?” was what he had meant to ask, instead, all that came out of his throat was a very confused, almost distressed whine that would have been mortifying in any other situation. Right now though it seemed justified. Especially after the saunter transformed into some sort of spastic gyrations as she approached — wait. Was that supposed to be a seductive dance? Oh. Oh no.

“Um,” he finally managed to get his throat to form something more audible than a croak, “what’s happening… right now?”

She practically slid down the banister separating the two levels of the room. “The wildest night of your life.”

That. Did seem accurate. In a sense. “Um.”

Like many helmets, the Skytrooper one had a vocal enhancer installed. They were meant to help the wearer be able to communicate, but also had a tendency to make voices sound deep, robotic, and a little bit artificial. “I know you’ve been thinking about this all day.”

It was very disconcerting to hear her voice distorted in this context. And if he were being honest, more than a little intimidating.

“I really haven’t.” Theron didn’t know his voice could climb to that particular octave. He was learning all sorts of things tonight.

Grey finished closing the distance between them, apparently abandoning the not-so-sexy dance in favor of a saunter that made his pulse quicken, and not in a good way. “Would you like to purchase some of this fine produce, kind sir?”

“…what?”

“It’s ripe and freshly picked off the vine.”

“Please stop.”

“Oh, sorry. Is this not right?” Even if he couldn’t see her brow furrow behind the metallic monstrosity she was wearing on her head, he could still hear it in her deeply distorted voice. “I can do something different if you’d like.”

“Like stopping?”

“If that’s what you want,” the bizarre Skytrooperesque monstrosity cleverly disguised as his girlfriend intoned in its deep, robotic boom.

“Please take that thing off.”

There was a few moments of hesitation before Grey removed the helmet and sat down heavily next to him on the couch. “Oh thank the Force—that thing is not meant to be worn on a human head.”

“Where did you even get this?” He asked, rolling the modified helmet in his hands. “You know—that’s probably not the first question I should be asking right now.”

Her brows drew together in an almost exaggerated expression of contrition. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”

“Being a Skytrooper?” Theron set the helmet aside and turned back to her. “I’m going to have to agree. Partially because they don’t typically wear spiked collars, metal bikinis, and is that…” his fingers brushed across the frilly material, “an apron?”

“No,” she pulled away, “I mean, yes, it is an apron—but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not good at this… this… girlfriend stuff. Being seductive and sexy.”

Theron glanced at the bizarre getup, and then at the discarded Skytrooper helmet, and then back at his clearly upset girlfriend. “I’m… not following.”

“This whole,” she gestured between the two of them helplessly, “thing. We do. It doesn’t come as easy for me. Do you know what I’m saying?”

At this moment in time, there was nothing more in the world he wanted than to be able to answer that in the affirmative, but he just shook his head slowly. 

Her face crumpled and she tried to hide it behind her hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” he reached out gently, pulling her hands down, “don’t… you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry, I was just a little thrown off.” That was an understatement, but maybe a little bit of a white lie wouldn’t hurt in this instance. “Just start at the beginning. I’m listening.”

She blinked at him with wide eyes, expression still caught somewhere between contrition and mortification. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Theron. When we… when we’re intimate.”

“What?”

“I’m not… good at it like you are.”

“I don’t—yes you are.” That thing he’d said about a fool never expecting the unexpected? He was the fool. Clearly. 

“No, I’m not, I’m just… I’m trying, but like… you’re just more experienced than I am, and I know I can’t compete with everyone else who came before me. But I want to make you happy and I just… I was just trying to…”

“Of course you make me happy.”

Without any preamble, he pulled her in close to him. She stiffened for a moment, before he felt her arms wrap around him hesitantly. He decided to ignore the fact that the spikes on the collar she was wearing were poking into his neck, and instead pressed a kiss into the top of her helmet-mussed hair.

“And there has never been any competition. Not for me.”

She pulled out of the hug. “But Kaliyo said—”

“Oh, of course, that explains a lot.” He tried not to growl, but he couldn’t keep the spike of anger from leaking into his tone completely. “I told you not to let her into your head.”

“But… so you’re not into… kinky stuff?”

“Is that what this is?” He stared at her, er, interesting choice of attire again. She gave him a sheepish nod and he let out a shaky laugh. Although he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry a little bit himself at the moment. “Okay. If it helps, I do not find Skytroopers attractive. At all.”

“Oh, thank the stars,” she breathed. “She kept talking about your Skytrooper foot fetish after that joke you made about the massage and how you were going to get bored with the normal stuff and lea… yeah. Okay. Saying it out loud I realize I overreacted a little.”

Theron wasn’t going to argue with that. Although he wasn’t going to agree with it out loud either. 

“For the record,” he said, “you are not boring. In any sense of the word.” He poked at one of the spikes on her collar, and a fresh splash of color rushed to her cheeks. “Also, while we’re talking about this, spiked leather? Not really my thing.”

“Good to know.” She laughed weakly. “And the metal bikini?”

Theron shrugged at that one, neither confirming nor denying anything. It earned him a playful shove, and was so natural and expected and her that a wave of relief washed over him. This. This was his normal. His goofy, well-meaning girlfriend who apparently cared enough about him that she’d gone way, way out of her comfort zone for his sake. And it explained so much about the past few days.

“So… is this why you’ve been avoiding me the past few days?”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” she said quickly, “I was just… trying to get advice.”

Theron eyed her ensemble again, a hint of suspicion. “Have you… been talking about our sex life with people?”

“No!” She said quickly. “Not at all—just—I didn’t know what qualified as like. Kinky. And I wasn’t going to ask Kaliyo. And the HoloNet was no help, so I was just… asking casually? I’m sure no one made the connection.”

“Koth slugged me in the shoulder,” he said simply.

“Oh. Oh no. I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. “The leather was his idea. You know, I think he and Lana were once—”

“Ah ah ah,” Theron quickly cut her off, “let’s not give me a mental image I’ll never be able to scrub out of my brain. I’ve got plenty at the moment.”

She winced, and tried to surreptitiously push the Skytrooper helmet out of sight. “That’s probably fair. Everyone’s advice was just so all over the place I got a little overwhelmed and just. Kind of combined it.”

“Wait.” He studied her with apprehension, a slow horror dawning on him. “Does that mean the conversation you were having with Valkorion…?”

“Oh stars,” she moaned, “I had just forgotten that.”

“The evil ghost trapped in your head was trying to give you the sex talk?”

She cringed at the memory. “More… pointers. He has some for you too.”

“Forget it,” he intoned flatly. “I can go without sex advice from Creepy Uncle Valkorion, thank you very much.”

“You and me both.”

“All right, so I’m assuming Hylo was another one of your advisors. Please tell me she’s not the one with the sexy maid kink.”

“No, no, not at all,” she assured him. “I mean, she had some really raunchy stories about her and some old Devaronian ex of hers. Which I will not repeat.”

“Thank you.”

“But she kind of had some good advice I guess,” Grey added after a moment. “She said to just be comfortable and not worry too much. Just stick with what works.”

“So,” Theron asked cautiously, “is there something that… does work for you?”

“I mean,” she said, ears starting to turn a little pink again, “sometimes your voice gets really low and deep. And that’s nice. Or sometimes you hold my hand and look at me a certain way and… I know that’s not exciting. Too plain and simple.”

“Hey,” he said, intentionally letting his voice drop an octave as he covered her hand with his, “sometimes simple works.”

She let out a little snort, caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation, and just looked up at him with a small, fond smile. A familiar little ball of warmth flickered inside of him at the sight.

“For future reference,” he said, “that’s all you have to do.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly.” Her smile blossomed in full, and he pressed a simple, chaste kiss to her lips. “Can you promise me one thing? Okay, two things.”

“What’s that?”

“Next time you need advice on this stuff… just ask me.”

She shifted a little uncomfortably. “It’s hard. Sometimes.”

“I won’t laugh. Ever. I promise.”

“Okay.” She nodded after another moment’s hesitation. “What’s the second thing?”

He tugged at her ridiculous, mismatched outfit and was unable to suppress a genuine smile from forming. “Please, don’t ever stop being you.”

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Bus Buddies. (part 1)

This will be a double POV story! Will be leaving it in 2 parts! :-) Y/N Brief description: you have been noticing this really tall and good looking male taking the same bus as you almost everyday and he would always be listening to music and sketching on his little drawing pad that he would carry around with him all the time. You also realized that he worked at a little studio right beside the building you worked at. You've been to his studio before, out of curiosity, and realized it is his little art gallery where he puts up his art pieces for sale and also, he's a freelance photographer. This morning, out of nowhere, he came and stood right beside you in a really tightly packed bus.

"Sorry, excuse me," you muttered, shoving past the people selfishly standing around the door for easy access out of the crowded space when it's their turn to alight. Finally, you manage to plant yourself in a spot that is slightly less crowded and let out a sigh of relief as you silently pray for the day ahead to not be as hectic as today's oddly crazy passenger load. Did everyone oversleep today? You thought to yourself as you connect your wireless earpiece to your smartphone and started playing the latest song by one of your favourite singers, Shawn Mendes. After four stops down from your place, you arrived at a rather familiar area and your eyes shot towards the door, eager to see that familiar face of a guy that has been taking the same bus as you. Sure enough, he boarded the bus and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the packed condition in the bus as he made his way inwards and towards your direction. Flustered, you quickly looked away and out of the window, pretending that you haven’t been noticing him around.

Song Minho. An artist at All Mighty Song's Gallery and a freelance photographer. You came to know of his name when you realized that he actually worked at a studio right beside your office building - thanks to your friend who dragged you in to take a look at this new place that opened. He was all smiles when he saw that you've entered the place with your friend and walked over to greet the both of you. That was the first time you've seen him up close. He has really thick eyebrows and a sharp nose. You noticed that when he smiles, he was smiling not only from his lips but his eyes too - tiny little wrinkles gather around the corner of his eyes when he just smiles. He has a really small lip and sun-kissed skin that's really smooth. You can't help but be in awe of how nice his skin looks, like is he a fairy? Your friend snapped you out of your thoughts when he had to attend to another customer and you guys have to return back to the office before lunch hour ends. That was it.

You felt a tap against your hand that has been holding on to the bus handles and you glance up to see another handle near yours. Not thinking much, you just looked back at your phone and continue browsing through instagram, a little upset by the fact that this crowded bus is not going to let you see Minho for a bit. Then you felt it again, a tap that felt like it's trying to get your attention. You frowned and looked up once again. That same hand. Sighing, you pluck off your earpiece and turned over to look at whoever it was tapping your handle with theirs.

"Oh you finally took off your earpiece." He said, smiling.

It took you a while before you recognize this tall figure and fruity voice belongs to the one and only - Song Minho. You froze but quickly got back your composure.

"O-oh. Can I help you with anything?" You asked, trying your best not to stutter or let him know that you feel nervous around him.

"Do you know why the bus is so packed today?" He asked before glancing around. "It's not like the usual half packed bus we always take in the mornings."

You held your breath momentarily. He notices you too.

"I guess they all woke up late today?" You said, giving your honest opinion.

He started cracking up at your comment, his handle tapping onto yours as he shifted around slightly. His action earned some eyes from the people around as they turned around to look at him laughing away. Minho quickly noticed and stopped, clearing his throat and giving you a thumbs up. You flashed him a shy smile at his gesture.

"Good one. Love that joke." He beamed, doing his little smile with his eyes again.  "Honestly, you have a really nice smile." He muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

You can feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks at his comment and felt a little taken aback by his words. Finally, it was your stop and both of you got off the bus after much struggle with the packed people on the bus.

"Wow, that was really packed." He said, tucking his hands in his pocket. "Oh, and sorry if what I've said just now was too sudden. I, um, can't help it." He said shyly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

You smiled, shaking your head slightly as a gesture to tell him it was alright. You can't believe you're talking to someone you've been lowkey noticing on the bus and you're really loss for words.

"But hey, we are friends now? Bus friends?" He smiled, offering a handshake and you grab his hand for a little shake. "Oh, come over to my gallery sometime when you're free. You've been there right?"

"Yeah, once." You smiled shyly.

There was a quiet pause between the both of you for a while and he quickly waved goodbye before jogging off to his studio. You stood there, slowly letting everything sink into your mind because it happened way to quickly.

Did Minho just talk to me?

[shipmistress9]

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?” for hicceretstrid?

Oooohhh, now this was a fun prompt, thank you a lot, anon! 😁

HTTYD – Hicretstrid – Modern AU – T-rated

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Not A Bad Day

“All right, this calls for a celebration,” Dagur exclaimed, and pulled Hiccup in one of his trademark hugs. “Tonight, we’ll go out! Scott and I can show you the best places to meet people. Oh, this will be awesome!”

Chuckling with slight embarrassment, Hiccup retreated and rubbed his arm.

“Yeah, congratulations, coz. It was about time though. Nobody believed you to be straight anyway.” Scott’s grin was, as always, a little patronising as he stepped next to Dagur and placed a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, but today, Hiccup didn’t really care.

Coming out as bisexual had been a daunting prospect, but in the end, all his worries had been for nothing. Because Scott was right, nobody had really been surprised; his dad had accepted the news with a shrug and a nod, his mum had been supportive as ever, and his friends had congratulated him for making up his mind and picking up the courage. Even Gobber, his employer at the workshop who’d, of course, heard the news from his dad, had clapped him on the shoulder with a huge grin on his face.

“Very true. Certainly not me,” Dagur sing-songed in reply to Scott’s ribbing, which made his boyfriend roll his eyes. “Okay, let’s see. How about we all head home to change and we pick you up in about two hours?”

Hiccup agreed, and before he really knew how the time had flown by so fast, he found himself at a club he’d never been to before, surrounded by people and, for once, couldn’t imagine feeling any better. Who would have thought that admitting to his sexuality could be so liberating? Sure, the acceptance from his friends and family were a big part of that, and he was still nervous at first. But before long, he was moving through the crowd without hesitation, smiling at men and women alike and basking in the fact that nobody thought him weird for doing so.

He was just taking a break, sipping a fruity cocktail at the bar, when he saw her. She was gorgeous in her skin-tight red dress, silken golden hair falling down over most of her back, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with the club’s stroboscopic light. And she headed right in his direction.

“Five caipirinhas,” she ordered. Then she paused, threw a scrutinising look at Hiccup’s drink, then turned back toward the barkeeper. “Or wait. Four caipis, and one of these.” She leaned against the bar, waiting, and Hiccup thought he might just as well try his luck and talk to her.

“Hi. Are you coming here often?”

The blonde looked at him, her eyebrows raised and pink lips stretched into a faint smirk. “Really?”

Hiccup shrugged, a little hesitant, but wasn’t yet ready to give up. “Well, I wouldn’t know. It’s the first time I’m here. But I like it.”

For a moment, the blonde kept looking at him as if he had a funny nose, but then she broke and giggled. “Yeah,” she said, smiling more genuine now. “I like it here too.” She threw him a look, her gleaming eyes almost tangible on his body. “And I’m glad you found your way here as well,” she added, winking suggestively.

With his courage boosted by her reaction, Hiccup kept chatting with her. He learned that her name was Astrid, that she had a dog named Stormfly she adored, that, like him, she loved to draw but never had the patience to actually finish anything, and that she liked to have sex. A lot of it. And judging by the way she looked at him, Hiccup wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d tried to mount him right then and there. He wouldn’t have minded either.

When her ordered drinks arrived, she even almost looked disappointed. Hiccup thought about offering to help her carry them to her friends, but she turned out to be more than capable of doing so all by herself. And even though he was disappointed that his excuse to spend more time with her wouldn’t work, Hiccup had to admit that he found her strength rather sexy.

“It was nice meeting you, Hiccup,” she said, her pretty blue eyes gleaming. “I hope you’ll come here more often now.”

She left, and Hiccup followed her with his eyes, but quickly lost sight of her in the crowd. There was a tiny spark of disappointment that they hadn’t talked more. But she obviously was here with friends. And even though Hiccup would have liked to get in touch with new people, he wasn’t that desperate that he would get obtrusive. She hadn’t invited him to accompany her, and that was okay.

Contemplating whether to get another drink or not, he decided against it and got up. He didn’t want to get drunk, after all. Making his way over to the dance floor, he suddenly felt as if he’d run into a literal mountain.

“Oh, hey, sorry, man,” the mountain said, turning to see who stood behind him. “I didn’t mean to run into anyone. Seriously, not having eyes in the back of your head is such a design flaw, don’t you think?”

But Hiccup wasn’t capable of answering. In front of him stood the most stunning guy he’d ever seen. He was tall, taller even than Hiccup with his 6’1’’, and nearly twice as broad, the sight of his muscled chest and arms making Hiccup swallow. His black hair, which he wore long and was bound at his back, looked as if it was made of silk, and Hiccup was just dying to touch it, to feel whether it really was as soft as it looked. The guy’s most prominent feature was his broad chin though, highlighted even by a couple of tattooed lines, and with his large nose, bushy eyebrows, and a pair of warm brown eyes, Hiccup actually couldn’t find any design flaws in him whatsoever.

“Uh,” he mumbled, unable to find any words to answer.

“Hey, you okay?” the guy asked. “You look dizzy if I may say so.”

Hiccup wanted to kick himself. “Uh, I’m fine,” he said, forcefully pulling himself together. Drooling in front of this guy certainly wouldn’t do him any good.

“Great,” the guy commented cheerfully, then gave Hiccup a closer look. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you new here?” he asked with genuine interest.

Hiccup couldn’t help but chuckle at the guy using the same approach he’d used before too. “Actually, I am. I’ve never before been to a club like this. Just, you know… came out today,” he shrugged, a little self-consciously. Certainly, that was too much information to share with someone he didn’t even know the name of?

“Oh, that’s great! So, you’re not only new here but also to the whole scene? Must be a little daunting, eh?” The guy let his eyes wander around over the crowd as if looking for something – or someone – then nodded. “Were you just going anywhere? Else, how about we chat a little? Maybe we can even get a spot over there on the sofas. I assure you, they are as clean as they can be – I know the guy who owns this club. Oh, I’m Eret by the way.”

A little overwhelmed, Hiccup followed the guy, Eret, to the mentioned sofas. “I’m Hiccup,” he replied, fully expecting the usual disbelieving question after people heard his name. But Eret just gave him a crooked smile. “Hiccup, eh? Ah, I’ve heard weirder names. So, you only came out today? Tell me about it. That is, only if you want to. If I’m getting too nosy just tell me. It’s cool. I don’t want to push you, am just curious.”

Still a little dazed, Hiccup answered all questions Eret asked, and happily so. Talking about all his struggles and the confusion felt good, and Eret’s honest interest made it even easier. In addition, Hiccup found himself more and more drawn to this guy, and if he didn’t fail completely at interpreting body language, the interest was mutual. Part of it certainly was that Eret didn’t seem to know about personal space. Or was it just that he came that close to Hiccup because he’d noticed his interest? Hiccup might not have gone out tonight with the intention to hook up with anyone, but in Eret’s case, he also wouldn’t mind changing his plans.

Except that his change of plans got changed again by an unexpected source.

“Ah, there you are,” suddenly a mildly familiar voice exclaimed, and before Hiccup knew what had happened, a whirlwind of red fabric and golden hair was draped across Eret’s lap. “I almost thought you’d left without me.”

Eret chuckled. “I wouldn’t dare, love. I was just talking to Hiccup here. He’s new, you know?”

Astrid turned as if she only now noticed that Eret wasn’t alone, and her lips stretched into a wide grin when she recognised Hiccup. “Well, hi there again.”

Hiccup, however, could only stare. Was this supposed to be a joke? His throat went dry as he watched the two interact; the way Eret’s hand was curled around Astrid’s waist, how sure she settled on his lap, and how they both craned their necks in an obviously familiar motion to kiss each other. No, there was no doubt that these two were more than just friends.

Hiccup really should have known better. What had he been thinking?

His eyes drifted from one to the other and back again, head whirling. What had happened? Had they played some cruel game on him, both fake-hitting on him just to make fun of him? It certainly seemed that way, especially when Astrid threw him a cheeky look over her shoulder, then turned back toward her boyfriend. Her lips were at his ears as she whispered something, then Eret glanced in Hiccup’s direction and grinned.

Gods, he felt like an idiot.

Desperately wishing for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow him whole, Hiccup got up on his feet and made an awkward stumbling step backwards before turning around and looking for the exit. Why, oh why, had he followed Snot’s and Dagur’s suggestion to go out? The day had been so good, why had he needed to ruin it by making a fool of himself?

As if in a trance, he stumbled away from the happy couple. Through the crowd of dancing bodies, past laughing and drinking people. He just wanted to get away. Honestly, what had he been thinking? That he would go out and through some miracle not just one but two incredibly alluring people would hit on him? When usually, he barely got more than a dismissive glance in passing? Gods, he’d been so stupid. They were probably laughing about him right now. Haha, what a great joke. As if…

Hiccup hadn’t even known the club had a backdoor exit that led into an outdoor area, but suddenly he found himself under a clear and star-lit night sky. It was cool outside, the chill of the past weeks not yet gone. It meant that there weren’t many people out here, which was good. Hiccup walked away from the door and slumped against a wall. What was he doing here? He should be at home, drawing more dragons or maybe cuddling with his cat Toothless. He shouldn’t be here, trying to connect to other people. He’d never been good at doing so; why should that have changed now? Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down. He ought to leave. If Dagur and Scott wanted to stay then that was fine, he could always call a cab. He just wanted to get away, and all that kept him from doing so was the fact that, in order to leave – and to let Scott know he was leaving – he had to go back inside. And even with how ample the club was, he dreaded the idea of running into either Astrid or Eret again – or even worse, both. So he stayed where he was, unwilling to go back inside, even as the cold winter air made him shiver.

He stayed until a broad figure appeared and leaned against the wall next to him. He didn’t say anything and didn’t come conspicuously close, which, from the little he’d gotten to know about Eret, certainly was remarkable.

“Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” Hiccup eventually asked, not in the mood for more taunting or even pity. Right now, he just wanted to be alone.

“Heh… no, I think being out here is far more sensible,” Eret said cheerfully. Hiccup just grunted. A part of him wanted to ask why that was. Had his girlfriend been annoyed with him for flirting with someone else? That would have been quite the double standard. But in the end, he didn’t care enough to ask.

But Eret seemed to interpret his silence differently. “Unless you would have prefered her company instead of mine. But usually, people find her a little scary at first, so we figured me talking to you would be the better choice.”

Despite himself, an amused little laugh escaped Hiccup. The picture of the muscled mountain of a guy and the slender blonde didn’t exactly support the idea of her being the scary one. But then, from the little he’d learned about them both tonight, Eret appeared to be more the big teddy bear type of guy while the only word to describe Astrid that came to his mind was Valkyrie. So, maybe, she was the scarier one after all.

There were a few minutes of silence before Eret eventually sighed. “Okay, listen… I don’t know how things came across to you just now so I’ll just be blunt. Yes, Astrid is my girlfriend. But I wasn’t cheating on her when I hit on you, and neither was she when she hit on you. We have a fairly relaxed and open relationship; we love each other to pieces, but we don’t own each other.”

Almost despite his will, Hiccup looked up at that. “What is that even supposed to mean?”

“Well… it means that both my and her hitting on you was genuine? I didn’t even know she’d already met you.”

Hiccup still felt like none of Eret’s words made any sense. “So what… am I supposed to choose or something?” Even just saying that felt ridiculous. There were these two gorgeous and stunning people who were both interested in him and he was to pick one? Yeah, good joke. If he told Scott about it, his cousin might just die of laughter.

Eret though shook his head. “No, not necessarily. I mean, you could if you wanted? But we actually more thought of both meeting you?”

He sounded serious, not as if he was joking at all, Hiccup mused. A dream. Yeah, that was the only sensible explanation. He was dreaming, because honestly, this was too good to be true. “What? As in, let’s have a fun little threesome, you, me, and your girlfriend?” It sounded ridiculous in his own ears, but Eret didn’t seem to think so.

“If that’s what you’re interested in, then that would be an option,” he shrugged. “An alternative would be to… well, to meet and talk. Simply getting to know each other.”

“What?” No, this was no dream. Bewildered, Hiccup glanced around, halfway expecting a team of Candid Camera to appear. Because, honestly, this was too crazy to come up with it all by himself.

“Look, Astrid and I are open for alternatives. We’ve had shared bedmates before and it was fun. But in the over six years we know each other now, it never happened that we were both truly interested in the same person. Not until today. So I apologise if this offer comes across as too blunt, but… yeah, we’d like to get to know you better. If you say no, that’s cool. But… yeah.”

For a minute, Hiccup was speechless. “Wh-what exactly are you even saying here?”

“He’s asking you for a date,” came Astrid’s blunt voice from the entrance to the club. “Even though he’s not really good at it.” She threw her boyfriend a half-teasing-half-loving look. “So I’ll take over now before we all freeze to death. Damn, it’s fucking cold. So yeah, what we want to ask is whether you’d agree to go on a date with us. Because you’re damn cute and funny, and we’d both like to know you better. How about pizza at Carlo’s, tomorrow evening?”

Hiccup was still stunned, but a slight spark of hope began to rise inside him. He looked from one to the other, saw the warm and friendly smile in Eret’s eyes and the teasing sparkle in Astrid’s, and nodded. “I’d be down for that,” he replied, smiling shyly. “Just promise not to sneak any pineapple on my pizza, because that’s just gross!”

Both Eret and Astrid burst out laughing, and a moment later, Hiccup joined in. Maybe, this day wasn’t a complete disaster after all.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

An Unexpected Path

I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO POST!!! I’m so glad. I missed yous guys.

This is a pretty self-indulgent piece, a reader insert that is also a legit self-insert, but it made me happy so here we are. Hopefully the random little specifics in there won't be too much of a nuisance for you all. 

The whole thing is based on @monstermatchmaker ‘s post for me, found here.I LOVE MY SATYR SO EFFING MUCH, THANK YOU AGAIN! 

No smut, just a meeting and some sweetness. I hope I can keep writing about his darling guy, I adore him so much and hope some of you will too! Kinda long as usual - 4k words. 

It had been a grueling week filled with enough bullshit to drive you to the breaking point. Now that it was over, all you wanted to do was hide on your couch and drown out the world with some sort of silly distraction – Netflix and a pile of blankets probably. But no. That could wait. Everything you had looked up over the past few days about improving your mood or getting away from negative thoughts said ‘get outside and get moving.’ And so you were. You had promised yourself you would go for a walk after work and goddamit you were keeping that promise, tiredness be damned.

With a deep sigh you rubbed your face and began to wander absently down the street, toward the tree line not far from your housing complex. Living on the far side of town may not be exactly convenient, but you did have a nice view, now that you were taking the time to notice it. Maybe you should do things like things more often.

As you wandered down the sidewalk, toying with the drawstrings of your hoodie, your eyes began flitting from tree to tree, admiring the shapes and slopes of the branches. You had almost tripped twice already, but you just couldn’t stop staring at the forest to the right of you. It wasn’t until an old lady snapped at you that you pulled your eyes away.

“Watch where you are going, you little brat,” a woman with a fierce scowl snapped at you. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall, but she still scared the shit out of you.

“S-sorry,” you stammered, giving your best apologetic smile.

“Ugh,” she huffed as she began to walk away, “millennials!”

The older woman’s comment made you purse your lips. “Baby boomers,” you grumbled sarcastically. You turned on your heel and looked back to the trees, deciding that maybe just standing still and staring at nature for a few would be safest, but something new caught your eye. A path, one that you hadn’t seen before. You squinted and raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

There wasn’t much of a path, but there was definitely a patch of bare dirt that led right in-between two thick trees. “Well,” you whispered to yourself, “I’ve got some time, and it’s still light, maybe a little risk would be a good thing. Something to break me out of my safe little box. Or I could get lost and die.” You rocked back and forth on your feet, fretting and cursing at your indecision. Maybe if you just went in to see how far the path went? But not go far enough that you couldn’t see the road anymore? Maybe that would still be safe?

“I’m a pansy, and I need to branch out, and do something that scares me,” you said to yourself firmly. “It’s almost literally a walk in the park.” You chuckled and smiled at the dumb joke that popped into your head. “Gotta walk on the wild side.”

Despite the fact that no one was there to hear your silly pun, you still flushed bright red and bit your puffy lower lip before stepping onto the path.

The breeze wasn’t quite as strong here, but it had a tinge of sweetness to it – a far-off note of something that smelled fresh and flowery. Or maybe fruity? The scent was enough to give you the courage to press on, convincing you to keep going and keep looking forward. You weren’t noticing how quickly the sun setting or the way the little dirt road dissipated back into a grassy field. All you could focus on was the pleasant fuzzy feeling that kept washing over you and the beauty of the blossoming vines around you.

But then the sunlight disappeared. Suddenly. Seemingly without warning. Everything was suddenly dark and cold and confusing. The path was nowhere to be seen, much less the road back home. All of the trees looked the same. You couldn’t tell which direction you had come from. The flowers were gone, oppressive twigs in their place, poking and prodding you.

You’d fucked up. You were lost. No one would know where to look for you. You were completely, utterly lost.

And terrified.

You were completely, utterly terrified.

Every inch of you was trying to remember how to breathe, arms wrapped around your torso as you slumped into a tree and slumped into the ground. Sobs shook you so violently your throat hurt, but at least maybe someone would hear you that way. You couldn’t think straight, no matter how hard you tried, so you stayed where you were, crying and shaking, hoping someone would find you.

By the time you looked up again, it was even darker. Not pitch black, but close, making the fear in you rise up even more. You took a few trembling breaths and blinked the bleariness from your teary eyes. Your glasses were a mess, but your fingers were so cold that cleaning them was proving overly difficult. They were still smeared and mucky when you put them back on, but now you could see a light. A flicker, more accurately. Then it flared up again. And again. Then there was a big burst, and a string of lights came into view, almost like street lamps.

A part of you was still feeling sarcastic – somehow – and thought, ‘Oh great. Now I’ve found a crazy evil forest ritual or something. Wonderful,’ but you pushed that aside. “Fire like that means people, people means help. I – I have to try.” Your voice was feeble, high-pitched, and fumbled at every other word, but the sound made you feel a little better. You stumbled toward the lights, shivering and sniffling. Soon you could hear soft voices and the occasional laughter which eased a bit of the tension in your shoulders. You weren’t alone anymore, at the very least. As you neared a break in the trees, you took a moment to scope out what you were walking into.

There were a handful of people mingling in the middle of a fire lit circle, maybe 30 or so. They all seemed to be in good humors, most lounging around on lawn chairs or grabbing a plate of food from a long line up. By all accounts, it looked like you had just stumbled upon a late-night potluck. And everything smelled amazing.

Definitely not a demonic ritual. So what if they all had horns? Lots of chill species had horns. No big deal. And kids didn’t go to evil rituals, right? There were a bunch of kiddos running about. Surely these pople would help you.

Right?

“H-hello,” you called out in a raspy voice once you reached the edge of the clearing. One or two of the heads in front of you looked around as if confused. You took another step forward and cleared your throat before trying again. “Hello?”

“Did I just hear a – oh shit!” A tall man swiveled around and saw you shaking by the trees. He jumped up onto his . . . feet? You couldn’t see him very well through your dirty glasses and the dark, but he definitely didn’t have human legs.  

The man came darting over to you, drawing the attention of many of the other people around him, sparking whispers and confused murmurs. A wave of awkwardness washed over you, but not nearly as much when the six-foot man in front of you hunkered down and grabbed your shoulders.

“Are you okay?! How did you get here? Are you alone? Holy crow, you’re freezing! How long have you been outside like this? Come here, come here! Come warm up.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the crowd. You wanted to curl in on yourself. It was one thing to have a bunch of strangers giving you judgmental stares, but having this guy hold you and steer you had every muscle in your body tense. You’d always had a problem with people touching you, especially men, but you kept your mouth shut. He was trying to be nice. And you had dealt with this irrational, unintentional, uncontrollable fear all your life. He’d let go soon. You’d be fine. Your hand might tingle for a day or two, but you’d be fine. Eventually.

“Here,” the man said mercifully letting go of you to gesturing to the chair he’d been sitting in, “set yourself down here, and I’ll find you a blanket or something.” He scuttled off into the sea of unfamiliar faces, leaving you to squirm uncomfortably under their gazes. One woman in particular was giving you a very foul look, pulling a few children away from you.

Now that you were in the light, you realized that all the people around you not only had horns, but long, curved, hairy legs, too. What was the word, what was the word . . .? Something with a ‘s,’ right?

“Excuse me,” the only guy who didn’t seem to be wary of you said, weaving his way back to you. He rushed back to your side and hastily threw a blanket over you, leaving you to clumsily trying to find your way out of the darkness again.

“Thanks,” you said softly once you had positioned the giant comforter on your shoulders and not on top of your head.

“Of course. Feeling better,” he asked, smiling brightly at you. His mildly goofy smirk was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit, too.

“Yes, thank you,” you said with a sigh.

“How did you find – ” he started, but then an overly loud throat clearing noise but him off. The crowd parted, and an imposing man with a grave face came toward you. You shriveled into the chair. He was older than the other male, and much less happy to see you.

“Why are you here,” he demanded, voice tight and irritated.

“I – I was just taking a walk, and then I got lost,” you explained.

His brow pinched. “Where?”

“Um, along the road, down by 11th and Spring Junction, but – ”

He scoffed, “You did not get here by following any city street.”

“Right,” you fumbled under his imposing stare, “I meant to say that I was going down the road then I saw a path and started to follow it. I don’t really know what happened, but my mind got really fuzzy and I just kept going. Almost like I was following something.”

“Damn it,” he barked angrily, turning to the onlookers behind him, “someone left one of our passages from the main road open! Who here used the portal by 11th and Spring today?”

No one spoke at first, but there was plenty of whispering, and a group in the back made the classic ‘ouuuUUUU’ noise you might hear on The Jerry Springer Show.

“Um, Remus,” the other man by your side said tentatively, “that’s the one the kids from Spruce Elementary come in from usually. It was probably just one of the little guys.”

“’Little’ or not, the passages must always be covered. It is of the utmost importance,” their leader said in a low tone. “Next weekend all of our satyr children, k through 12, will attend another lesson on the importance of keeping our gatherings hidden.”

A collective groan came from all the small children and a few adults, too. Sounded like nobody liked this Remus’s lectures.

“Satyrs,” you whispered as you remembered the name of the beings around you. You had always been bad at names.

It seemed the younger man had heard you and chuckled. “We’re not all as stuck up as this one,” he murmured, jerking his head at Remus. You bit your lip and tried not to laugh.

“As for you,” the scowling older satyr said, turning back to you, “I suppose I cannot fault you for stumbling upon us. It sounds as if you may have been influenced by one our . . . well, never mind. We would appreciate it if you wouldn’t discuss what you have seen with anyone else. This is a satyr community affair, and we would like to keep it that way. Do not try to find us again.”

“Of course,” you said nodding, “I promise I won’t go wandering down random, unmarked paths again anytime soon. Or ever, probably. Been a hell of a night . . .”

He slumped a bit and rubbed the bridge of his powerful nose. “And I will ensure none of our paths stay open again.”

“I’m sorry if I interrupted,” you blurted out as Remus began to turn away. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, and I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Hm,” he grunted looking you over doubtfully, but eventually his face relaxed just a touch, and he gave you one curt nod. “I am glad to hear it. Felix?”

The younger man jumped and looked up, “Yeah?”

“You seem unfazed by this girl, will you take her home?”

“Yeah!” His excitement was apparent and made you blush, but he quickly tried to stifle his emotions after getting a disapproving look from Remus. “I mean, uh,” he stammered, “yeah. I can do that. No biggie.”

Remus only shook his head and walked away.

“Well,” you said slowly, “that was . . . something.”

Felix snorted, “Yup. He’s a lot. Always has been, always will be. But he’s a good boss man – keeps us safe and helps us all find jobs and houses and what not. Good guy, just also sorta . . .”

“Frightening,” you offered.

“Holy shit yes,” Felix laughed, getting up from his crouched spot beside you. “Come on, let’s get you in a car with a heater, you’re still shivering.”

“That sounds awesome,” you huffed, burying your face in the big blanket.

The two of you maneuvered around the edge of the potluck, trying to make a beeline away from everyone else, but one woman came rushing toward you with no signs of stopping.

“Felix,” she chirped.

“Not now,” he moaned, trying to usher you away a little faster.

“Felix! FELIX!”

He cringed and slowed down, placing himself between you and the other woman. “Hey Mom,” he said with a strained smile.

“What is going on here,” the middle-aged woman squeaked, eyes wide with concern.

“I’m taking her home,” Felix said simply.

“Why you,” she gaped.

“Remus asked me to so you can’t say no,” he responded quickly, exactly the way you sputter excuses to your mom when you’re about to get in trouble.

“I – but – oh fine,” she sighed, looking at you as if you might infect her with something, “just be careful.”

“Careful,” he laughed, a warm and boisterous noise, “of this cute little human?”

“CUTE,” his mother practically bellowed.

Felix tensed. Visibly. “I – I didn’t say cute. I said little.”

“You said cute AND little!”

“Look, I, um, uh – I should get her home. Later Mom! See ya at home!”

Felix grabbed your arm and hauled you toward a row of cars so fast you were could hardly keep up. The guy had to be about a foot taller than you, and his legs were absolutely longer, but soon you were tucked away in an old blue car.

“Sorry about them,” Felix said, his head on the steering wheel, making an exasperated noise.

You giggled, “Don’t be, that’s just how family is.”

“So your family’s like that, too,” he asked, turning to you.

“Well, I get the impression my family might be a good bit smaller than yours, but they’re still plenty overwhelming when they want to be. Especially my aunt and her fam.”

He let out a long groan, then snorted. “Don’t even get me started on aunts!” Felix put the car in reverse and double checked that the heat was cranked on high, then headed down the dirt road away from the clearing toward town. A quietness fell over the two of you that you usually would have thought uncomfortable, but you were too busy stealing glances to notice.

Yet again you were in the dark, mostly, but you could still make out the incredible horns on Felix’s head. They were massive, the ridges touching the sides of the car. Their curve was beautiful, a flared spiral ending a gently rounded tip. The moment before the car’s light went out you noticed just how dark they were – like charcoal with that slightly shimmering veneer.

There was once or twice when Felix seemed to dip off to the other side of the road or swerve a tad, making you glace over a little worriedly. You could have sworn his eyes were pointed in your direction, but there was no way. Right? Maybe he was just marveling at how disheveled you looked. You could feel tangled hair brushing the back of your neck. Ick. Although, he did keep schrooching down every time you looked at him so . . . maybe he was –

No way. He could get any girl, why settle for you?

“So, uh, where am I heading,” Felix asked, turning onto the city street.

“I’m on the far end of 9th,” you said taking off your glasses to try and clean them again.

“On the way to Spencer’s Auto?”

“Yeah.”

Felix laughed. “No kidding? Ha! You’re like two blocks away from all us satyrs! Most of us are in the old Victorian houses or in the nearby apartment complex.”

“Really,” you frowned. “I’ve never seen any of you around.”

“Yeah, we keep to ourselves. Too much, if you ask me,” he shrugged.

“Well, I’m kind of a homebody, too, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I don’t see much of anybody,” you admitted.

“That’s a shame,” he said glancing at you.

You sighed, “Yeah, everyone tells me I need to get out more.”

“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly. “I just meant it’s a bummer that I’ve never seen you before. You seem really – ” Felix stopped himself and cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay,” you laughed, your face flushing, “you were going to say something nice, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said hesitantly.

“Then you don’t have to apologize for being nice,” you assured him.

He chuckled and gave you a small glance. “Right. I just, well, I didn’t want to come on too strong or anything. I’ve been told I do that.”

You shrugged. “I think you’ve been just fine.”

It was a short drive now, only a few minutes to your house, but it gave you just enough time to peek at Felix and see his features in the street lamps. His skin was a soft brown with dark brunette locks tied back in a low ponytail. His curls were looser than yours, but definitely still wrapped into little coils. There was scruffle all along his shapely jawline, somewhat thicker at the sideburns. He had glasses, too, which, for some reason made you happy to see. You couldn’t see his eyes well, but they seemed dark and warm.

Guy was handsome. Really handsome. Handsome enough to make you feel super timid.

Thankfully, the two of you were parked outside of your little house only a moment or two later. You slipped the blanket off your body and folded it as best you could in the cab of the small car. Much to your surprise, by the time you were finished, Felix had come around to your side of the car to open your door for you.

Something your stepfather had once said popped into your mind: “If a boy never opens the car door for he’s no good. Find a polite one. You deserve a polite one.”

Felix was polite. And sweet. And funny. And tall. And just stupid cute.

Shit.

“Thank you,” you said, cheeks burning as you got out of the car and stood up. There wasn’t much space between you, little more than a foot between you.

“Of course,” he beamed. “Pops always said if you want to – ” He stopped himself again, bowing his head and scratching the back of his neck. “Oops.”

“’Oops’ what,” you asked, your head lolling to the side.

“I was just about to blurt out something dumb again,” he chuckled. “Always had a problem with that.”

“Felix,” you giggled, “the only reason we met is because I was dumb enough to wander into the forest willy-nilly just before sunset. You can say just about anything and it still won’t be as stupid as what I did.”

He looked right into your eyes, his smile bright and his irises a deep, deep brown. You noticed all Felix’s freckles, dozens all over his face, trickling down his neck. He made your breath hitch.

“That wasn’t your fault,” he said quietly, as if sharing a secret, “we were doing a spring ritual – one that’s supposed to help with new growth and all that. All the surging magic and sunlight and stuff would attract any human to the area. You couldn’t help yourself. No one could.”

“Wait,” you gawked, “really?! I got caught up in some spell?”

“Yup,” he laughed. “Sorry.”

“Well, at least I feel less idiotic now,” you said shaking your head with a smile. You looked back to Felix who was leaning on the car door, looking from the ground to you, the ground to you. “I bet whatever  your dad said to you wasn’t dumb either,” you hinted.

A flush came to Felix’s cheeks, but he relented nonetheless. “My dad always said iif you want to impress a pretty girl, open the car door for her. Everybody opens the door to the restaurant, but no one remembers the car door anymore. That’s the way to stand out, he says.”

You bit your lip and tucked your hair behind your ears, taking a moment to reel in the fact that he called you pretty. “Your dad sounds like a very smart guy,” you replied.

He laughed again, leaning a little closer to you, but not far enough that you felt the need to shy away. “So I don’t want to be too forward,” he said, “especially since we didn’t exactly meet under normal circumstances, but would you ever want to maybe, like, get a drink sometime?”

The smile that spread across your face was so wide your lips and cheeks stung. “Th-that sounds great,” you stammered, “but – ”

“Awesome,” he cheered, bouncing on the balls of his feet once excitedly. “When are you free? I know this really fun place down by the railroad and . . . ” His face fell dramatically. “And you said ‘but’ didn’t you?”

“Well yeah but I – ” you began.

“Nah, that’s okay,” Felix sighed. “I get it. You don’t have to explain. I’ll just head out then. Maybe I’ll still see you around or something? If that’s not – ”

“Wait a sec,” you blurted before he could get back to the driver’s seat, “I wasn’t going to say no!”

“You weren’t,” he asked, his body no longer drooping so sadly.

“No,” you giggled, “not at all! I was just going to say that I don’t drink, so if we could do something that isn’t at a bar that would be kinda nice.”

“Oh,” he said looking confused for a moment before reeling back and yelping, “OH! So you don’t drink booze then?” You nodded. Felix burst out laughing and shook his head. “I gotta stop jumping to conclusions like that.”

“It’s okay,” you said waving your hand casually, “don’t worry about it. You still want to do something sometime?”

“Absolutely,” Felix said earnestly. “Can I get your number?”

“Definitely,” you said, beaming as you typed your contact information into his phone. Felix glanced it over and grinned. “What is it you,” you asked worriedly.

“Nothing, nothing,” he said, trying to regain his cool, “I just really like your name.”

You went bright red and found that you couldn’t get a single word out. You’d heard that before, but it sounded so incredibly genuine when he said it. You’d never felt this giddy.

“Night,” he said giving you one last smile before turning back to his car.

“Night,” you squeaked, a bit too late. Your heart was still fluttering wildly.

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Gifts for Girls and Tips to Impress them with your Charm!

A girl since birth is characterised as a sweet little bundle of joy and happiness. Entangled with innocent tantrums, giggles and tears and a bundle of mischief. For a soul filled with variable moods and not so easy to please, these special gifts for girls can easily capture your heart with a wide smile.

Little girls are the most pretty creatures on earth and they grow up really quick. Having their own mind every teenage girl has a different thought process. They are quite fascinated with the idea of love, not to forget, so are guys. Girls in their teens are always caught thinking or dreaming about a romantic movie scene.

Now that you know the definition of a ‘Girl’, let us see how to please a girl with unique gifts for her. And we surely have for you guys some tips to impress a girl too!

Gifts for Girls

Girls are delicate darlings with different choices of gifts in different phases of life.The idea of gifts for girls is a lot more difficult than we think because girls are very moody in nature and might have a complete opposite perception of gifts. And of course, there is no girl in the world who would not get excited with the thought of receiving gifts. Choosing gifts for her can be made easy with a little patience and understanding her nature. So, let’s start!

1. Donut Mugs

A girl is mostly not a morning person. But waking up to to this bright and chirpy donut mug will not only make her morning joyous but would also give her a extra zing to her morning go-to drink.

This could be the perfect gift for her motivating her to wake up to mornings as beautiful as her!

2. Personalised Tassel Keychains - 

Colorful Tassels always brighten up a girls mood. Bunching them up together making lovely keychains that they can use for the power banks or for their cupboards these tassel gifts for teenage girls make a wonderful choice.

Add a personal touch to it by getting their name printed on them. This is a sure shot tip to impress a girl.

3. Crown Headphones - 

Show her that she is Queen, no matter what! These unique gifts for her, cute and cool crown shaped headphones will definitely impress her.

4. Cute Studs - 

A pair of cute studs for your girl to wear on the very first day of college will be a very thoughtful gift for her. It is no secret about how important the first day of college is in the life of any girl!

5. Monogram/Initial Pouch - 

A sweet little gift for girls to store all their essentials is a monogram pouch. Small enough to tuck in all her makeup and toiletry essentials, their initial on it making it more special will be one of the most valued gifts for teenage girls.

6. Smartphone Mounts - 

Adorable and cute animal figurines in the form of smartphones mounts make the best gift for girls who just cannot do without their phones and are more attached to them than anything or anyone else in the world.

7. Floral Monogram Journals - 

Oh Boy, you can never go wrong with a monogram gift for girls. They love the importance they get. These beautiful floral monogram journals will make them have the prettiest notebook in class and they would be proud of your choice.

8. Gold Flakes Smartphone Case - 

Your girl is ‘Selfie Girl’ whose pictures are always filled with glitter? Add to her sparkle with these gold leaf flakes infused, acrylic smartphones case. This present for girls will also keep their most prized possession, their smartphones extra safe!

9. Sassy Gym Bag - 

Get her going to maintain that lovely figure she has! Every girl is pretty weight conscious and can’t think of anything beyond size zero! So this sassy gym bag could be the perfect gift for her.

10. Personalised Zodiac Necklace - 

Jewelry gifts for girls are always an excellent choice to gift a girl. A charms pendant with their initial engraved on it will make these zodiac necklaces the best gift for girls.

11. MAC Power Palette - 

Whether your girl likes the glowy look or the smoky look; help her have the perfect makeup with this perfect gift for her. These MAC gift hampers are one of the best gift for girls in their teens!

12. Nail Art Kit Set - 

There isn’t a single teenage girl in today’s world who is not into nail art. These bright and full of colours nail art sets will surely add sparkle to her needs to make her nails a next level masterpiece.

13. Doodle Diary - 

Blending together the art of doodling, drawing and journaling in one creative space these doodle diaries are unique gifts for girls. Every page of this perfect gift for her will prompt a creative idea with her individual twist.

14. Cozy Color Changing Pillow - 

A girl can never be too old for a  colorful mood uplifting pillow. Taking her little cozy bedroom to the next level of ‘Chill’ these gift ideas for teenage girls are so cool!

15. Scrabble Lights - 

Help her decorate her room with lit up scrabble letters. Based on the popular word game these scrabble tiles help you create your own letters and light up your favourite space.

16. Floating Bath Lights - 

Every girl loves having her ‘Me-Time’. It is very precious to her! These gifts for girls are unique and special as they will love their new bath-time treats. These gifts for her will surely make her fall for you!

17. Personalised Trinket Box - 

Engraved with a lovely message, these lovely presents for girls can have a spell bound effect on them. Perfect for keeping their little bits of jewelry safe these gifts for her will look charming on their dressing tables.

18. Personalised Pearl Bracelets - 

Making a memorable gift for any occasion, these freshwater pearl bracelets personalised with their initials will definitely make to the list of most favorite gifts for her!

19. Emoji Cushions - 

These ideal hugging cushions come in the form of different emojis; each representing a different emotion. Designed with her favorite emoticons, these funny gifts for girls will be the most cherished cushions.

20. Fuzzy Friend Slippers - 

Snuggy and lovey-dovey slippers are the perfect gift for her. These gifts for girls are themed to keep them warm on cold winter mornings and are a favorite among pretty girls!

21. Cozy Global Gift Basket 

If your girl loves to enjoy an ideal evening which is calm and has the flow of cool breeze, then these small gifts for girls are sure to leave them happy. Let her enjoy some global chilling with this gift basket that is stuffed with just everything that she will need to relax and calm herself. This handwoven gift basket is the ideal gifts for girls to have a chill-out routine and curl up with coziness. Give your girl a little warmth and keep her smiling!

22. Wooden Unicorn Fame With LED Lights 

If you are on the look out for gifts for girls age 20 or somewhere around that then these unicorn frame gifts could be a beset match. Girls in this age usually tend to believe in the idea of magical dreams. Add some sparkle and magic to their living space by gifting them this beautiful LED Light-up Unicorn Frame. This lovely choice of gifts for girls will let them enjoy a trip to their dreamland on this colorful and pretty little unicorn anytime that they wish to! After all, life is just all about unicorn and rainbows!

23. Ladybird Hooded Blanket 

Help her snuggle up cozily with a warm blanket that is brightly colored to look like a ladybird and comes along with a hood. Super soft to couch and comfortable, this is a cool choice of gifts for teenage girls. This ladybird hooded blanket that is bright and beautiful gives her the perfect excuse to go snuggle up in. Let her add a pop of color with this bright red hued blanket as special gifts for her with love from you.

24. Swinging Terrarium 

Love the idea of 'Go Green'? These gifts for girls in the form of a swinging terrarium will add life to her home brilliantly. This elegant, geometric design swing gives a fabulous display to her little plants and adds to the beauty of her home. Help your girl make her room look as wonderful as a fresh daisy with this gift item for girl that she is bound to love. Spark some life into her lovely little house with these lovely gift ideas for girls.

25. Sparkling Rose Cocktail Kit 

For the girl who loves sipping on her cocktails and call it a day! Let her enjoy making and indulging in some bubbly, rose tinted cocktails with this kit. This kit for crafting artisan and mind-blowing cocktails that come in a batch of flavors and with a touch of rose syrup bring in the right amount of sweetness to her drinks. Give her the pleasure of enjoying these gifts for girls that are unique and one-of-a-kind that give a twist to the traditional champagne cocktails. This little kit comes with a recipe card of mixology that is really easy for her to follow and make some celebratory cocktails for herself.

26. Bath Lights Show 

Bring some fun to her bath-time with this cool gifts for girls that create a spectacular light show with these disco bath lights. Let her enjoy watching with total amazement how her bathroom lights up brilliantly with these LED sequences of lights having flashing effects. Give her a party in her bathtub. The invigorating effect of these flashing lights with transform her bath time into a dazzling light show. With this marvelous and colorful device floating on top of water, the light from it reaches out to beautifully illuminate her entire bathroom.

27. Waterproof Phone Pouch 

If her phone is as important to her as her very own life then this waterproof phone pouch that is colorful and quirky will make the ideal choice of gifts for girls. Help her keep her phone secured and protected with this fruity pouch that is totally waterproof. The artistic doodle design and the print of exotic fruits make this pouch give your phone a new and fresh outlook. Along with her smartphone, these gift ideas for girls can also help keep their ID cards, bank cards, and money safe from water when they wish to take a dip in the pool or somewhere. Even though their phone is kept in this fruity pouch, this gift item for girl leaves the touchscreen facility of her phone completely intact making it easy for her to use.

28. Glass Garden Bells 

Go all out and use the idea of recycling to present these cool and cute looking glass garden bells as unique gifts for girls. Hang these cute little bells in her garden or backyard to fill the air around her with some dulcet melody that creates an enchanting effect on her senses. This luminous work of art as special gifts for her will surely impress her. With recycled glass turned into a large bell that is topped with flecks in brightly colored hues and a wooden clapper that brings out a beautifully melodious sound as it strikes the glass creates the perfect gift for her. Suspend these cute things from her porch for a laid-back alfresco fete.

29. Ceramic Balloon Lamp 

Stop your search for the look out of the perfect gift for her. We have for your one of the most unique gifts for girls in the form of this wonderful looking ceramic balloon lamp that adds a whimsical effect to her bedroom. This beautiful lamp that is made purely out of fine white Chinese porcelain will give an instant lift of brightness to her face with just a single glance. The subtle and ambient glow that is emitted from this bulb makes it look like it is pulled out straight from a fairy tale. These gifts for girls are simply the perfect choice to bring an instant smile on their face.

30. Guardian Heart Love Token 

Regardless of the occasion, let your girl know that you will always be there for her and will have her back in every situation. Give her an affirmation of your love. Let her know that there will never be a bad time that she will have to face alone with you being around her with this perfect gift for her that represents your love and affection for her. This sterling silver guardian heart that comes with a loving message is simply a beautiful choice of gifts for girls that shows her significance in your life. Make sure that she never feels alone with this special gifts for her and let her know that she will always have a piece of you wherever she may go.

31. Meditation Box 

Help her get relief from the daily stress of life with a meditation box as unique gifts for girls. Create an oasis of calmness and tranquility around her with this meditation box that is filled with grains of fine sand that tend to shift with every inspiration of hers. Let her be in the moment and take a breath to reflect upon her life with this wonderful gifts for her. This box uses the transitory nature of sand to stir her imagination and bring out her hidden thoughts and creative yearnings. This compact, tablet-sized meditation box that brings in a swirl of emotions lets the mind simply wander and the ever changing canvas lets her fill the blank page by creating a soothing sensation.

Now that you have a unique set of gifts for girls, to make her feel special and wanted; let’s take it to the next step. Every girl is said to be remarkable in her own way, and thus, she needs to be presented with the perfect gift for her. Our eclectic collection of some brilliant ideas and gifts for her tells you that your special girl truly deserves something special. We have had a lot of fun sourcing for the bests gifts for girls and we hope that you too enjoy browsing through our list of brilliant gift ideas for her that will bring the widest smile to her face. We assure you that all of our gift ideas for girls here will let you enjoy the process of gift giving as much as they will enjoy receiving these unique gifts. So be confident and make the right choice of gifts to impress her.

Girls today are not just impressed with a whole lot of gifts, but they also see the manners and morals in a guy. ‘How to impress a girl?’ is the most daunting question in every guys mind. Let us help you achieve this task by giving you some tips to impress a girl.

8  Tips on how to Impress a Girl -

Confidence - 

Confidence is the first quality a girl looks for in a guy. A confident guy is always sure of himself and his abilities. Always let your self-confidence show clearly through the way you act.

Be a Gentleman - 

Since times unknown girls have always had a heart for chivalrous men. It is one of the basic tips to impress a girl. Small yet trivial things like; opening the door for her, pulling the chair for her, speaking intelligently and not swearing, giving her unexpected flowers, offering her your coat when it is cold outside are a few things you could do to make a special place in her heart.

Dress to Impress - 

The way you dress speaks volumes about your personality. Being well groomed and dressed appropriately makes you easily charming for any girl. So stay shaved, dress sharp and smell fresh.

Focus Your Attention - 

One of the best ways on how to impress a girl is to give her your undivided attention. Try to keep away from your mobile. Letting her know that she is important is one of the best gift for girls.

Compliment Her - 

Complimenting girls is one of the most important tips to impress a girl. Always be sure that you can back up you compliments with reasoning. Give her effective compliments on her smile, hair, eyes, clothes.

Know Her Friends - 

Amplify your effect on her by impressing her friends. You are halfway through if you are able to impress her friends. This is one of the most vital tips to impress a girl.

Show Her Your Feelings - 

A girl  always wants to know the depth of the feelings you have for her and also that you are not afraid to express them to her. Just make sure that you don’t overdo it!

Take Interest In Her - 

A good listener is one of qualities that a girl is always looking for; someone who can lend a ear to them. Taking genuine interest in their likes and dislikes is a way of showing your care and affection towards them.

Why the wait guys? Go and leave her stunned with your charm! Leave an impression that she will find hard to let to from her mind and heart. Make the most of our tips to impress a girl and our gifts for girls to please her with your love!