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Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing x

Request 2: I have a idea for mother nature x warren: how about an angsty fic about their first fight? And for the first time mother nature feels heartbreak and is really hurt. Her eyes are pitch black and empty. Usually, when she relaxes, she grows pumpkins etc. But this time all the vegatables are rotten or too small. Maybe you feel inspired by this :) (would be great if it has a happy ending though haha) Thank you, you're great!

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, underage drinking, panic attack, and assault

Word Count: 8k

A/N: This took a long time but I hope you guys enjoy it! This builds more into Warren and Mother Nature’s relationship, probably set before fairytale

Everything had been perfect. Halloween was coming up, and (Y/N) asked Jubilee if she’d do a group costume with her and another girl.

Jubilee said yes, trusting (Y/N)’s opinion on people, for she always saw the good in them.

Jubilee took her, and the other girl, Jessie Rowe, to one of those pop up Halloween shops to look for costumes.

“We can just get inspired if we don’t see anything perfect, you know?” Jubilee said. “We can always make our costumes.” (Y/N) nodded while looking at the different colored crayon costumes.

“But it would be so much easier just to get one now. We could all go as like— sexy angels or something. In honor of Warren!” Jessie suggested.

(Y/N) grimaced a little at the outfit Jessie held up. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing something so thin and tight at some house party on a cold October night.

Jubilee laughed, “That’d be cute.”

“Come on,” Jessie nudged her. “(Y/N), I bet your boyfriend would go nuts seeing you in this.”

“Mmm, I think he might find it kind of offensive or something…” She didn’t want to go as a sexy anything for Halloween. No offense to anyone who did dress sexy on Halloween, but that just wasn’t (Y/N)’s vibe. “Not my thing anyway…”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t be offended; Warren’s such an angel. I bet he’d fuck you if you wore this.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide with shock. She’d never had someone be so blunt and explicit with her— Well, she had, but it wasn’t directed at her.

“Um, we’re going to a party, Jess…” (Y/N) awkwardly reminded her.

“I know, but you guys could sneak off somewhere or leave early. People do it all the time.”

“What about vampires?!” Jubilee interrupted, holding packages of fake fangs in her hands.

“Oh, that’d be fun! And we could get fake blood too!” Jessie put the angel outfit back on the rack and went to a different area with Jubilee.

(Y/N) followed behind, thankful for the interruption, but still thinking about Jessie’s comment.

“If you two do decide to fuck at the party, I want all the details…”

Why did she care so much if Warren and I are having sex?

She tried to focus on other things as Jubilee attempted to change the subject.

“Fruits? Personally, I’d like to be a strawberry.”

Jessie laughed, “We’re not in elementary.” Jubilee shrugged before holding up a banana costume and made a suggestive joke. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed at her.

“I think we should be pink ladies.” Jessie morphed her voice to sound like Olivia Newton-John.

“From Grease? But that’s so overdone,” Jubilee didn’t like the idea, but it was the first decent one Jessie had all day.

“I mean, if someone else shows up in the same costume, we’re technically not matching…” (Y/N) said.

“See?” Jessie smiled. “(Y/N)‘s smart!”

“Alright, alright, give me some time. I’ll think about it,” Jubilee stated.

“Trust me; you’ll come around.”

Warren was lying in bed, fast asleep. He’d just showered after training with Mystique and got his ass kicked. Even when he thought he was getting better, he still wasn't as good as her.

(Y/N) entered the room, excited to tell Warren about her Halloween costume plans.

Sure, she could have just texted him, but she hadn’t seen him all day.

“Warren, Angel baby—“ She quickly shut her mouth when she saw him sprawled over his bed, fast asleep.

She cooed over his sleeping figure, tempted to leave him as he was.

What if he’s been asleep for hours? Or all morning? It’s still light out, though. I better wake him up anyway.

(Y/N) tapped his shoulder and said his name a few times, trying to get a response from him.

He slowly stirred in his slumber, waking up from (Y/N)‘s interruption. “Hmm?...”

“Hey, War,”

“Mmm… what time is it?”

“3:48.”

“Join me.” (Y/N) sat on his bed, sitting next to him as he shifted, snuggling next to her, and slowly woke up. “How’d shopping go with Jubilee?”

“It was alright.” (Y/N) massaged his scalp as she retold her day. “Jessie kept shooting down our ideas and the ones she had Jubilee never really liked, so we didn’t exactly settle on anything…”

Warren looked up at her. “I thought you guys were going as crayons?”

“Jessie said no.”

“Why?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “She suggested we go as sexy angels.”

Warren’s facial expression was piqued with interest, despite him trying not to show it.

“I said that would be offensive to you, and we’d freeze to death anyway.”

Warren chuckled, “I’ll be there to keep you warm.”

“Aren’t you gonna be shirtless?”

“Maybe. I said I might— Roger Taylor didn’t wear a shirt most of the time.”

Warren was teaming up with Kurt, Scott, and Peter to dress up as Queen, the rock band, for Halloween.

“You could get sick! It might even rain on Halloween, which will make you even colder!”

“I’ll be fine.” Warren wasn’t too worried.

“Wear a jacket, please.”

“I will. I will…”

(Y/N) huffed, “Good… Cause if you don’t, I’ll bring you one, and it will be tacky and ugly and totally ruin your costume. So you better bring one…” She jokingly threatened.

Warren chuckled, “Yes, Mom.” (Y/N) laughed at his demeanor.

Warren looked up at her, lifting his head up, lips puckered. A way of silently asking for a kiss.

(Y/N) complied, and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Wanna get some food? I’m kind of hungry.”

Warren nodded. He finally, and officially, got out of bed since his nap, (Y/N) next to him.

As they were about to leave his room, a leaf fell from (Y/N)‘s head.

“You dropped a leaf.”

She frowned, eyes purple with embarrassment, “That’s the fifth one this week.”

Warren bent down to pick it up. “It’s fall. I’m surprised you still have a few left.”

“I’ve still got about a month.”

The vines wrapped around (Y/N)’s legs and the leaves in her hair were shedding— Just like the trees outside, as the weather dropped and plants prepared for winter.

Warren took the leaf and set it in a book. He liked to press any of (Y/N)‘s leaves he could get his hands on.

She thought it was silly, they were just leaves, but Warren liked them.

(Y/N) rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

“I think there’s leftover Chinese from last night,” Warren told her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take those. They aren’t mine.”

“You can say I ate them. Ororo and Kurt took my pizza after we went to East Village Pizza.”

“Didn’t you label the box?”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, but it’s Kurt and Ororo. They ignored it.”

(Y/N) stifled a laugh as she took out some milk, deciding to make mac and cheese.

“They’re the only ones who don’t fear me.” He joked.

“Hey! I’m right here… and besides—“ She turned the stovetop on. “—No one here “fears” you. Not even the little kids. Jamie Donaldson told me he wanted to be you for Halloween.”

Warren tilted his head slightly in confusion.

The water in the pot had reached a boil and (Y/N) poured the dried noodles into it. “He said you were his hero. That he wanted to be like you when he got older.”

Warren dismissed it, “His friends are gonna tease him.”

“I’m sure they already do… he has gills… Deny it all you want, Worthington, but you’re not tough as nails. Underneath the metal, you’re a big softie who cries during The Notebook, and helps Alex teach the second graders.”

“Babe, everyone cries during the notebook, and I had a free period, and Alex needed help.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Mmhmm… well, you can’t let Jamie down. It would crush him.”

“I’m no—“ Warren stopped.

“You’re no what?” (Y/N) teased nonchalantly. She knew what he was going to say.

“You’ve trapped me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not gonna say it.”

(Y/N) mixed the milk, butter, and cheese powder in a separate bowl. “Say what?”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it?”

“You’re too hard on yourself! Be honest and caring for once.” (Y/N) pouted.

“I’m not saying it. It’s dumb and cheesy.”

“Fine. Then you don’t get any of my mac and cheese.”

“I’ll steal some when you’re not looking.”

(Y/N) widened her eyes for comical intimidation. “I’m always looking.”

Warren crossed his arms, “I’m still not going to say it.”

“Please…”

“I’m a bad person, (Y/N), I’ve done bad things…”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Isn’t your therapist Brenda helping you not sound like Batman so much?”

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) kissed his nose. “Okay, Angel.”

“(Y/N), I’m not—“

“Yes, you are! Say it.”

“Fine,” He caved. “I’m an angel.”

“Say it like you mean it. A positive tone of voice and affirmations improve a plant’s lifestyle and growth.”

Warren couldn’t deny the small smile on his face, “I’m an angel.”

(Y/N) squealed and kissed Warren’s lips. His cheeks were red, for he was flustered.

“Can you get some bowls? Mac and cheese is done.”

“Yeah, sure.” Warren got two bowls and forks for them both and set them on the counter.

(Y/N) scooped some macaroni into both bowls, then she and Warren sat on the barstools on the other side of the counter and chowed down.

Jessie entered the kitchen as they ate their food.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey, Warren.”

“Hey, Jessie! I just made some Mac and cheese if you’re hungry.”

“I’m good, thanks. I don’t really eat carbs.”

“Oh… Okay…” (Y/N) looked down nervously at her bowl, trying to hide her purple eyes.

“Yeah, they just don’t agree with me, ya know?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t really like hot Cheetos.”

“See? We’re practically one and the same.” Jessie smirked.

Warren’s gaze kept shifting between the girls. He was confused at the tone of the conversation.

“Anyway, I came down here looking for you.” She said to (Y/N).

“Really? What’s up?”

“I convinced Jubilee that we should go as pink ladies.”

“That’s great!”

Jessie nodded, “We’re gonna get the stuff we need for our costumes tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” (Y/N) said.

“Uh, huh… what are you going as for Halloween?” Jessie asked Warren.

“A few other guys and I are going as Queen.”

“Ooooo! I love their music.”

Warren nodded, “Scott’s going as John Deacon, Peter’s going as Brian May, I’m going as Roger Taylor, and Kurt’s going as Freddie Mercury.”

Her voice shifted to a flawless British accent, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look amazing, darling.”

Warren laughed, “Thanks.”

“Of course… (Y/N) I’ll talk to you later about Halloween stuff.”

“Okay. See you later.”

As Jessie sauntered away, Warren was a bit unsettled by Jessie’s attitude but was more worried about his girlfriend.

“You need to eat some carbs…” (Y/N) mumbled.

“She’s probably just doing some fad diet,” Warren reassured her.

“I dunno…”

Warren shrugged and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “There’s no harm in eating macaroni… and no matter what you do, you’ll always be healthier than Peter.”

“Oh god, yeah,” (Y/N) jokingly grimaced. No offense to Pete’s lifestyle, but consuming only twinkies and Diet Pepsi would not go down well for Mother Nature, or anyone else.

“I’m gonna save the rest for later.” (Y/N) went through a cabinet looking for some Tupperware.

“Alright. Want me to put what we didn’t touch in another container?”

“Sure.”

—

The girls all grabbed pink ladies jackets and paid for them.

“I was thinking we wear all black— heels, shirt, and leggings or maybe like a skirt or something.”

“Heels?!” Jubilee shrieked. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna wear heels all night on Halloween.”

“It’s just for pictures,” Jessie reassured her. “And besides, you’ll kick them off at the door anyway.”

“Why would I wanna roam around barefoot at a party?”

“(Y/N)‘s barefoot all the time. To feel one with nature.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, eyes orange. “No, I’m not. I rarely ever do that…”

Jessie held up her hands in surrender, “Well, I heard it from Nancy Robinson…”

“She’s wrong… I told her I connect easily with plants.”

“She must have misunderstood.”

(Y/N) nodded, unsettled.

“Do you guys wanna go to the mall? There’s this cute little black dress at Forever 21 I wanna get for Halloween.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“I need to get some more foundation at Sephora,” Jessie stated.

“Good, cause we were going anyway.” Jubilee joked threateningly. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed.

As they walked around the Sephora, Jubilee scanned the isles for blue eyeshadows in different shades.

“Kurt asked me to do his makeup for Halloween. He wanted some 70s glam rock.”

“You’re gonna do a great job!” (Y/N) told her.

“For sure— I’m also doing Warren’s and Peter’s too.”

“They’re all going to look great. I hope we can get a group photo of them before they get all sweaty and tired out.”

Jubilee nodded, smiling, while she placed all her items on the counter to be rung up.

“Why didn’t Warren ask you to do his makeup?” Jessie asked.

“Oh, uh… I dunno.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not very good at super dramatic glittery looks.”

“I’m just surprised he didn’t ask you, is all. I thought he would’ve, considering you’re dating.”

“I mean, he’ll probably ask to borrow my mascara or something... It’s not a big deal.”

Jessie raised her eyebrows in questioning before paying for her foundation. “If Scott was going to wear makeup, I’m sure he’d ask Jean to do it for him.”

“Scott would just want an excuse for his face to be inches away from Jean’s face, and for her to constantly be gazing into his eyes and glancing at his lips. Until they finally break the tension and spend the whole time making out, and Scott’s still not even wearing any makeup by the end.” Jubilee states.

“That’s very specific… Also, don’t they kind of do that already, anyway?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah,” Jubilee chuckled.

“Still, I don’t know why Warren didn’t ask you.” Jessie interrupted. “Maybe you should ask him.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, uh, I— I might.”

—

Warren was lounged on (Y/N)’s bed, focusing on a textbook assignment.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do your makeup?”

Warren looked up. “Hmm?”

“Jubilee said you asked her to do your makeup for Halloween… I could’ve done it.”

“Oh, uh, I mean Kurt asked her to do his, and then Peter asked her, and we both figured why not do mine too? She’s just going to do some eyeliner and highlighter. It’s no big deal.”

“Oh…” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple.

“Do you want to do my makeup?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes slightly red and orange. “Never mind… It was stupid… I’m not even that good at makeup…”

Warren blinked, no longer focused on his homework. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, if you wanna do my makeup, go ahead. I don’t care. If it’s that big of an issue—“

“It’s not an issue. I was just wondering why you didn’t ask me.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to do my makeup.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. He was kind of right. She really couldn’t have cared less— Halloween was proving to be so stressful already.

“Yeah…” She mumbled.

“See, problem solved.”

A weird feeling of tension filled the air.

Warren and (Y/N) never fought, and they rarely argued or bickered over things that weren’t Warren’s low self-esteem.

Despite him saying, “Problem solved.” It didn’t feel that way.

—

Warren barged into Peter and Scott’s room. Inside were Scott, Kurt, and another kid.

“(Y/N) and I had an argument—“ Warren glanced at the short blonde guy sitting on Scott’s bed. “Who is he?”

“Warren, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Warren,” Scott introduced. “Bobby’s new, he’s a freshman, and we’re kind of the only guys his age, so he’s just hanging out with us.”

“Hi,” Bobby awkwardly waved at Warren.

He waved back, “Hey.”

“Anyway— what happened with you and (Y/N)?”

Warren sat down on Peter’s bed. “We got into an argument about the dumbest thing…”

Kurt squinted his eyes in confusion, “That’s not— you guys don’t do that… Or is that a normal thing for most American couples? All the fighting and yelling.”

“Okay, first off Blue, you need to stop watching sit-coms with Jean and Jubilee where the middle-aged suburban couple’s hate each other’s guts. Second, we weren’t yelling, and it wasn’t really a fight fight, but there was uncomfortable tension.”

The other three boys were focused solely on Warren, waiting for him to explain more.

“She like got mad I didn’t ask her to do my makeup for Halloween, but then she wasn’t mad and said she didn’t even want to do my makeup. And like we settled it, but I still felt weird afterward. Almost like we didn’t settle it.”

Kurt was baffled, unsure of what to say. Scott was taking a moment to formulate a good response, but before he could even open his mouth, Bobby spewed some words of… wisdom.

“(Y/N)— I’m assuming you guys are dating, right?” Warren nodded.

“Okay… (Y/N) doesn’t care about who’s doing your makeup. She’s upset over something else but is using the makeup as a cover-up. She doesn’t want to admit she’s upset over… whatever she’s upset over, but she’s upset, so little things like, you not asking her if she’d do your makeup, are going to make her like, really mad, even if it seems like they shouldn’t or ordinarily wouldn’t.

You have to get her to talk, or find out from one of her girlfriends, what’s really upsetting her.”

The other boys left their mouths gaping, blinking in shock.

“You’re like, fourteen, why’d you give such good advice?”

Bobby shrugged, “My parents fight a lot. They need a divorce, but they’ll never get one.”

“I was gonna tell you to apologize…” Scott sheepishly admitted.

“Apologize for what?”

“I— I don’t know…”

“She said she was stressed out about Halloween…” Warren confessed.

“There you go—“ Bobby exclaimed. “—She’ll be fine. Don’t even worry about the little lovers’ quarrel you guys had.”

Warren nodded, feeling a little bit better about the situation.

He still wanted to talk to (Y/N), though.

—

“Hey, Jubes!”

“Oh, hey, Jessie. I was just headed to Bio, what’s up?”

“I heard, a few freshmen girls are going as Pink Ladies for Halloween—“

“And?” Jubilee hugged her binder tight in her arms.

Jessie huffed, “We just can’t go as the same thing as some freshmen girls!”

“Why not? Halloween is in two days! We can’t just change our costumes at the last minute.”

“Jubes, we’ll look like freshmen. We can’t have that!” Jubilee opened her mouth to object, but Jessie didn’t let her.

“(Y/N), and I already agreed we should switch. We’re going to go as the plastics from Mean Girls.” Jessie’s voice had shifted to sound like Rachel McAdams. “I’m gonna be Regina, and (Y/N) will be Karen.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I can go return my jacket.”

“Yeah!” Jessie grinned. “Plus you can wear your shirt that says “On Wednesdays we wear pink! Perfect!”

Jubilee smiled, “Yeah… Well, uh, I gotta go—“ She motioned to the door.

“Right! Don’t wanna make you tardy. I’ll see you later!”

“See ya.”

Weird, Jubilee thought to herself as she took a seat in Dr. McCoy’s classroom. But not unusual for Jessie, always changing her mind… She’s so wishy-washy on things… Oh well.

—

(Y/N) was quickly trying to finish her makeup and get dressed so she could help the little kids trick or treat.

Older students could volunteer to take the younger one’s trick or treating until 9, and then if they wanted, they could go to whatever house party the locals from the public school in the area were hosting.

Luckily for the X-Men, Jubilee was extremely popular with the public schoolers, and they were invited to most house parties.

Ororo had already left, for she had just worn a unicorn onesie she borrowed from Peter.

“I think this is his sister’s, but hey! It’s comfy.”

“You look great!” (Y/N) only glanced at Ororo, for she was worried about her own look for the night.

“Thanks, I’m sure you’re going to look great too. Don’t sweat it… you have a half-hour left.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs with the others!”

“Sounds good to me.”

The others being Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Warren. Jubilee, Peter, and Jessie had decided to skip the trick-or-treat assist and go straight to partying.

Warren knocked on (Y/N)’s door, asking if she was ready.

She opened it and stepped out.

Warren glanced up and down, checking her out. She looked good. Then again, she always looked good.

(Y/N) did the same, checking her boyfriend out. Maybe I should have gone as a slutty angel to compensate… Warren looks… hot.

Tight leather pants, a sparkly fringed vest with nothing underneath— showing off his toned abs— his classic, worn-out combat boots, and his makeup. Jubilee did an excellent job with it.

Her eyes were magenta.

Warren kissed her cheek. “You look great, babe!”

“Uh… thanks… um… you— you…”

Warren chuckled, “I look stupid, don’t I?”

“No! No— you look, whatever the opposite of stupid is… Stupidly hot, maybe…” (Y/N) felt like a pile of mush.

And for what? Warren in tight pants, no shirt, and black lines on his face? That was a regular Tuesday look for him.

“Maybe?” He teased. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, her eyes a vibrant purple.

Warren intertwined one of his hands with her and kissed her cheek again. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks…”

—

The gang made their way to the party a little after 9. It was in full swing by then, with loud music vibrating the outdoors. It just got amplified as they walked in.

“I’m gonna look for Peter,” Warren told (Y/N).

“I’m gonna try to find Jubilee and Jessie, get some group photos.” They parted ways, agreeing to meet up again later.

(Y/N) got distracted along the way— she danced to the Monster Mash with Jean and Kurt, helped with any trick or treaters that came to the door, (despite it not being her house), and she took a few photos with a group of freshmen also dressed up as pink ladies.

“Where are they?”

She spotted Jubilee’s big mop of black curls and quickly made her way over.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Jubilee and (Y/N) stared at each other, both extremely puzzled.

“Um…”

“Uh…”

“I thought we were going as pink ladies?”

“I thought we switched to The Plastics.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked.

Jubilee took a sip from her cup, “Jessie told me you guys agreed on us switching to the plastics cause a bunch of freshmen were going as pink ladies.”

“She never said anything to me bout going as the plastics. I haven’t seen her in like, two days.”

“What?” Jubilee was beyond confused.

“Yeah, I thought we were still all going as pink ladies. I even saw the freshmen you’re talking about, and they took photos with me!”

“That’s nice…”

“Why didn’t you clear this up with me, Jubes?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes slowly turning grey.

“I thought Jessie did. I was busy trying to scope out a good place to crash and party at.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Where is Jessie, anyway?”

“I think she’s in the kitchen.”

—

Warren was trying to have fun at the party. He didn’t drink as he did in Germany, so everything just seemed less exciting… but with his friends, they never failed to disappoint.

He wanted to find Peter so they could get group pictures before a group of girls swarmed Kurt, fawning over his accent, soft blue fur, and gymnast body. Before Scott gave a little pep talk on safety to whichever friends would listen and then run off to make out with Jean in the nearest bathroom. And then he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

He found Kurt, no problem— but finding their Brian and John was proving much more difficult.

“Maybe Peter shouldn’t have worn a wig. We usually spot him due to his grey hair.”

“Then it wouldn’t go with the costume,” Kurt pointed out. “And the whole group would look out of place.”

“I guess so…” Warren spotted Scott as they walked into the kitchen. He was talking to the new kid— Bobby— with Jean next to him. “Let’s get Scott.”

Kurt waved at the group, and they motioned him over.

“Hey, guys! This is Bobby,” Jean introduced.

“We already met,” Warren explained. “Have you seen Peter?”

Jean shook her head.

“I think I saw him—“ Bobby spoke up while filling up a cup from the “monster mix” punch bowl. “He had on a big curly brown wig…?”

Kurt nodded, “Ja, that’s him!”

Bobby handed Kurt and Warren cups. Warren sighed quietly to himself. He didn’t want a drink of some mystery liquid. He knew there was probably alcohol— Bobby probably didn’t, though— the kid was a freshman. Warren didn’t have time to refuse it though, for Bobby told Kurt where he last saw Peter, and then— bamf!

Kurt teleported him and Warren to that same place. The backyard.

Warren felt a little nauseated— he hadn’t eaten anything all night except for a few pieces of candy, and the smell of sulfur was disgusting.

Peter ran up to them and quickly noticed Warren’s turmoil.

“Oh, dude! Here— drink up—“ He quickly put Warren’s cup in his mouth and almost forced him to drink up the “monster mix.”

“Peter—“ Kurt scolded. “That’s not water!”

Peter’s face paled. “Oh shit. Shit! Dude, I’m sorry— I thought— cause you don’t drink—“

“Bobby gave it to me… He doesn’t know any better. I can handle myself. It’s one drink.”

Peter almost scoffed at the mention of Bobby. “Who invited him?”

“Probably, Scott.”

“Why?”

“I dunno… Make him feel included, I guess…”

“You good?” Kurt asked Warren.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Let’s get Scott… Come on…”

They decided to walk back to the kitchen, like ordinary people.

Bobby was gone, but Scott was still there, along with Jean, and Ororo was there too this time.

“Did Bobby give you the monster mix?” Peter asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, dude— I had like three cups of it, and I feel a little tipsy— I think— but dude! I’m so sorry—“

“Peter, it’s fine. It just burned a little going down. It was only one drink— I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”

“Okay…”

“Hey! You found him.” Jean smiled. “Photo time!”

Everyone smiled and got into various poses and huddled little groups to take many silly pictures— many of them not even ending up on the group’s Instagrams— but still fun nonetheless. Jean telekinetically held up her phone so that everyone could be included in the pictures.

Warren could feel himself getting a little tipsy as they kept taking photos, but he ignored it.

“Oh my god! Warren!” It was Jessie. Not in a pink ladies costume.

Weird…

“(Y/N)’s been looking for you— come on, I’ll take you to her.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

He squinted his eyes, puzzled as to what was going on.

They were walking upstairs.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

It was dark.

Warren couldn’t see the figure in front of him too well anymore.

The highly spiked drink he had was starting to get to him.

The voice sounded like (Y/N)’s.

“You— You sounded like, (Y/N).”

She giggled lightly, “I am (Y/N), silly.”

“Oh.”

She led him upstairs into an empty room. The lights were off. He still couldn’t see her very well.

“Angel, baby,” She cooed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He went to go and turn on a light, but she stopped him.

“Leave them off… I wanna have fun tonight…”

“Oh?” Is she talking about earlier, before we left the mansion? Has she been drinking? I would like to do stuff but—

“Mmhmm…” She kissed his neck and kept kissing him, leading up to his lips. He kissed her back, hands on her until they got near her neck— he wanted to tug on her hair a little, but upon touching it, he realized something was wrong.

He didn’t have time to figure it out, though, for someone opened the door.

Warren and the other person turned to see who it was.

It was Jubilee and (Y/N).

—

“Have you seen Jessie?” (Y/N) asked.

Her friends in the kitchen eyed her and Jubilee up, confused— weren’t they supposed to go as the same thing for Halloween?

“Um, she was just here. She said you were looking for Warren, and then they went upstairs.”

Jubilee glanced at (Y/N) nervously. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) and Jubilee headed upstairs to find the two.

Once they got to the top of the stairs, they walked around, trying to open every door they could to no prevail.

“Wait— Shh!” Jubilee whispered. She motioned to a door they hadn’t opened yet.

(Y/N) didn’t waste any time opening the door.

She wished she did, though.

Because she saw them.

Warren and Jessie, so close together. It looked like they had been kissing moments ago.

When Warren’s eyes met (Y/N)’s, she felt sick to her stomach. He looked lost, confused even.

He looked almost terrified.

—

Warren looked over at the girl who he thought was (Y/N). The light from the open door revealed it was Jessie.

Warren started internally panicking. He kissed Jessie thinking it was (Y/N)!

She can change her voice to sound like whoever she wants! How could I think— So stupid of me!

He looked over at (Y/N), trying to form words to say. Her eyes— they’d turned completely black. He couldn’t tell her iris and pupil apart. They’d never been pitch black before.

“(Y/N)! Jubilee! Thank goodness! I was looking for you guys—“

“No, you weren’t… What’s going on?”

“Warren’s drunk he thought I was you and he tried to come onto me—“

“No, I didn’t!” (Y/N) glared at Warren meticulously, making him shut up.

“He kissed me! Can you believe it?! He couldn’t tell his own girlfriend apart from me, and he was forceful!” Jessie stepped away from him in “fear.”

“You’re lying— I would never—“

(Y/N) wasn’t even paying attention anymore. Everyone could see that.

“I’m going home.”

“What? (Y/N)—“

She glared at Jessie, “Fuck off. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. And you—“ She looked at Warren. She felt her heart breaking, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn’t know what to think, and she was so tired. “We’ll talk about this later. I’m leaving.”

“(Y/N)—“

—

She took a ride home with the freshmen girls. They didn’t ask why she needed one or why her eyes were all black.

(Y/N) wasn’t in the mood to answer them anyway.

How could he do this? It doesn’t feel right! But Jessie— Jessie wouldn’t lie to me. Would she?

She was snapped out of her thought when one of the girls gasped.

“Look! Look at all the plants! They’re all dead! Even the carved pumpkins are rotting.”

“Yeah, Lily, that’s what plants do—“

“No, look!” Everyone looked through the car window, shocked by what they saw.

(Y/N) took one look at the dead plants and started shaking. She didn’t have the strength to bring them back to good health.

It worried her, but her mind kept focusing on Warren…

—

Jubilee dragged her friends outside to the front yard. She had Jean use her powers to keep them from running off anywhere.

A few people were watching, but she couldn’t have cared less.

“Okay! What the hell happened? And none of the bullshit you told (Y/N) earlier! I know you took Warren upstairs, Jess. I know you didn’t tell (Y/N) we changed our group costume at the last minute, and I usually don’t say this kind of stuff, and I've held it back for (Y/N)’s sake, especially since she felt bad for you! And asked if you could do a group costume with us.” Jubilee was practically fuming, sparks almost igniting in her hands.

“You’re kind of a bitch.”

“Jubilee! Warren tried to fuck me! He was drunk and not acting right, and he started kissing me and stuff!”

“Warren doesn’t drink!”

Kurt glanced at Peter and Scott before speaking up, “Warren had one drink…”

“Okay? That’s not going to get him shitfaced enough to fuck you!” Jubilee stared at Warren, trying to see if he’d finally speak.

“I was a little tipsy, and Jessie said you and (Y/N) were upstairs. It got dark, and I thought I heard (Y/N) talking to me, but I think it was just Jess. She started kissing me, and it took me a minute, but I realized it wasn’t (Y/N). Then you guys came in.”

Everyone was in shock about Warren’s side of the story.

“Isn’t it illegal to lie about this kind of stuff… and to kiss someone without consent?” Kurt whispered to Scott.

“Probably.”

“He’s lying!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Jean, read my mind. Read Jessie’s. I’m not lying!”

“He’s a monster! Why should you believe him?!” Jessie spat.

Warren was disgusted by her words. “You tried to fuck me!”

“And with all your weird questions and comments about their sex life, I’m not surprised you kissed Warren,” Jubilee stated angrily.

“He kissed me back!”

“He thought you were someone else!”

“Guys! Shut up!” Jean told them. “I’m trying to focus!”

She dove into Warren’s mind to see the events play out before her. She did the same when in Jessie’s mind.

“Warren was telling the truth.”

—

As (Y/N) walked into her room, every plant in there withered and died.

Typically, she’d fall to the ground and sob for accidentally killing what she practically considered her children, but she felt too numb. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed. The vines around her bed didn’t even move out of her way. They were lifeless and still, just like her.

(Y/N) was restless trying to sleep. She only slept for about fifteen minutes, and when she awoke, she was covered in ivy… poison ivy.

Most of the time, when she was restless, she’d grow a watermelon or a pumpkin in her sleep, but this was new. She didn’t want to spread it to Ororo or let her see that she killed all the plants in the room.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a note for Ororo, telling her what happened and for her to not come in until the ivy went away, and it was safe.

She quickly tapped the note to the door and locked herself inside.

The rest of the gang quickly headed home. They didn’t notice all the decaying plants outside.

Scott parked in the garage.

“Hey, Kurt…”

“Ja, Ororo?”

“I need to check on some of the plants in the attic. I didn’t have enough time to water them all before we went out. Can you take me up there?”

Kurt nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

They were gone in the blink of an eye.

Everyone else was lingering around, deciding on what to do.

“I’m going to go talk to (Y/N)—“

A blood piercing scream interrupted Warren’s words.

“Oh my god! Is that Ororo?”

“I think so!”

Jean used her telepathic powers to see what was wrong.

“All the plants… they’re dead!”

“Jean, check the fridge. See if the fruits and vegetables are alright,” Xavier instructed.

She opened the fridge, and to her horror, the produce rotted.

“But— I went with Sean and Raven to the grocery store two days ago! It shouldn’t have all gone bad.” Peter was puzzled.

“Do you think it was (Y/N)?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Warren head off to her dorm room.

He felt so guilty and heartbroken. Even though it technically wasn’t his fault, he felt pathetic for not being able to tell his girlfriend apart from a stranger in the dark.

He kissed Jessie! Nothing was going to undo that.

Warren stopped at (Y/N)’s door, about to knock, but he was distracted by the note on it. He removed it off the door and read it.

“I’m not feeling great right now, and I accidentally grew some poison ivy when I took a nap. I’m trying to get it to go away, but for now, people shouldn’t come in. I don’t want it to spread around. Also, I killed all the plants in our room. They’re going to be fine, but for now, I can’t help them.”

Warren knocked on the door, holding the note in his hand. “(Y/N)?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“Can you open the door?” He pleaded.

“No, you can’t get close to me. The ivy came from me. I don’t want it to spread.”

“I won’t come in.”

“Warren,” She cried. “Can’t you just wait?!”

“I want— I need you to know what actually happened.”

It was silent from (Y/N)’s side of the door.

“(Y/N)?...”

She didn’t respond, but Warren heard her unlocking and opening the door. He took a few steps back to respect her boundaries and commands.

He took in her appearance. She switched from her pink ladies outfit to some pajamas. She didn’t wash her makeup off makeup, so it smeared all over her face.

Her hair was messy and her eyes… her eyes were pitch black.

“I went to go look for Peter. I looked in the kitchen and didn’t see him. The new kid— Bobby— he gave me a drink, and I didn’t know how to explain I didn’t want it. Kurt teleported me to the back porch when we got word Peter was outside. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I felt a little sick. Peter came over to us and noticed I looked bad and had me force down whatever was in my cup. He assumed it was water or something else non-alcoholic, cause I don’t drink.”

“I was like, ‘this is fine. It’s one drink of vodka, cranberry sprite, some hooch, and like whatever else was in the monster mix.’ Then we took photos in our Queen costumes and goofed around for an hour. I was getting a little tipsy, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Jessie came in, saying you were looking for me. And she just dragged me upstairs. It was extremely dark, and my brain was getting a little fuzzy, and Jessie shifted her voice to sound like yours… She led me into a dark room and said she wanted to like, hook up, or do stuff. I tried to explain to her I’d been drinking, but she started kissing me before I could.”

(Y/N) stood on the other side of the door, listening inventively to Warren.

“I kissed her back. Then I realized it wasn’t you— it didn’t feel right— and then you walked in.”

(Y/N) sighed. She was sure he was telling the truth. Their friends wouldn’t let him come up and see her otherwise.

“I am so sorry…”

“Yeah, um… Jessie’s kind of… kind of mean. But like— I just— I got so upset because of a lot of different things. Um, Jessie had been asking and saying stuff about our relationship— saying like, we should have sex after the party, I should hoe it up more, or trying to get me to accuse you of not trusting me cause you didn’t ask me to do your makeup… and I just thought she was being weird or whatever, cause like, those were the vibes she’d given me almost all the time. I never thought she simply wouldn’t like me. Especially since I asked if she wanted to do a group costume with Jubilee and me… and I just—“ (Y/N) scrunched her nose. “I don’t let stuff like that get to me, but… but I’m so inexperienced, and you’re not. I don’t really care if people talk about whatever they do behind closed doors. I don’t care about that… I just don’t want people interpreting that I’m like the Virgin Mary, or there’s a problem in our relationship, cause there’s not. There’s not!”

(Y/N) started crying. She was crying and shivering, and poison ivy started growing and wrapping itself around her body.

“I’m not mad at you. I just…” She sighed.

“...Am I not enough?”

“What?” Warren was confused.

“Would you leave me for her? Or anyone else?”

“No. Never— I should have done more, I shouldn’t have followed her or let myself believe it was you— I’m so fucking stupid.”

Her voice was stern. “No. You’re not stupid. I just… I just need some time to think and be alone right now.”

“Whatever you want,” Warren nodded timidly. “I’ll tell Ororo she needs to sleep with Jean and Jubilee for the night… Although I doubt she’ll leave the attic.”

“What happened in the attic?”

“All the plants in the attic died… She’s extremely torn up about it… (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) zoned out a little, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, she was sweating, quivering, and all she could focus on was how she killed everything. Everything she loved and touched, she destroyed it. She couldn’t control herself, and she was hurting the world around her. She heard Warren yelling her name, but she couldn’t find herself to respond. Her breath was quick and eradicating.

Warren was trying his best to respect her wishes by not coming to close, but he had to help her.

“(Y/N)— (Y/N), baby, look at me, look at me,” Warren stepped closer to her. “Sit down, sit down, okay?” He helped her sit down on the ground. She leaned against the right side of the doorframe.

“Um, I need you to— I need you to focus on my voice. Focus on me, okay?”

“I just— my entire life—“ She broke into a sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. The plants are going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. I need you to breathe. Focus on my breathing, okay?”

“I can’t!” The ivy from her body was overgrowing rapidly, clinging onto Warren.

“Yes, you can. Just focus, you’re going to be okay.” He put one of his hands on her arm to stop her from shaking. Her muscles tensed at first, but they slowly relaxed under his touch.

“You’re doing good, just breathe in slowly, okay? Copy me—“ Warren slowly inhaled air. (Y/N) tried to copy him, but it didn’t help her out. The ivy kept growing around the two of them, getting tight as it tangled between them.

Warren had to move closer to (Y/N), to try and make more space. He wrapped his arms around her body. The out of control vines caused his grip to tighten on her.

The feelings of his arms pressing against her helped (Y/N) focus in on something.

“(Y/N)? Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Close your eyes and just focus on my voice, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“I…” (Y/N) felt dizzy and nauseous like it was just piling up inside her.

Warren coaxed her into slowing her breathing down, but her heart was pounding. Every breath she took felt shaky.

Yet, the ivy slowed down, wrapping itself around Warren and (Y/N) like old stone walls.

She was slightly shaking still, but her mind wasn’t getting as overwhelmed anymore.

“Hey, hey… Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay… the ivy stopped. It’s okay.”

“It— it did?”

Warren nodded, “Uh, huh. Everything’s going to be alright.” (Y/N) slowly stopped shaking and buried herself into Warren’s chest.

“Do you want to get some water or maybe take a shower?”

“Um, yeah, but I can’t— I can’t get rid of the poison ivy… Like I can’t—“

“That’s okay. We can just leave it.”

“Oh, okay…”

“Let’s go shower in my room, okay?”

She nodded.

“Can you walk, okay?” He asked her.

“Um, I think— I don’t know— I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s okay. I can carry you.”

Warren carefully scooped her up in his arms. He looked at her once over before heading to his room.

He set her down on the edge of his bed. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?”

“I can do it.” She answered in a small voice.

Warren nodded, “Okay, I’m gonna get undressed too.”

Warren didn’t face her as he stripped off what little clothing he had on and threw it in a small pile.

“Is it okay if I take my underwear off?” (Y/N) nervously asked.

“Yeah, we’re going to shower. It’s okay.”

(Y/N) left her clothes on Warren’s bed. She slowly got up, and Warren quickly rushed to her aide. She used him for support as they walked into his bathroom.

He turned the shower on and let it heat up for a minute before stepping in.

(Y/N) leaned against Warren’s chest as the water rained on them both.

“Is the water warm enough? Is it too hot?”

“It’s fine,” She mumbled.

Warren nodded, understanding she didn’t really want to talk.

He grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub and poured some into his hands. Warren rubbed his hands together before massaging the shampoo into (Y/N)’s hair. It was hard to rake through, her hair was thick and tangled, but he tried his best.

He applied a little conditioner to her ends. (Y/N) hummed against his chest.

He chuckled to himself, “You asleep?”

“Mhmm…” She half-heartedly replied.

“Wanna go to bed?” He asked. (Y/N) nodded, and Warren felt it against his chest.

He washed the conditioner out of her hair and turned the water off.

He grabbed a towel and helped (Y/N) dry off. When he finished, (Y/N) sat on the edge of the tub and watched Warren dry off.

His eyes caught (Y/N)’s in the mirror. She looked better than before, a bit more relaxed, but still nervous.

“I’m really sorry for what happened at the party…”

“I’m sorry about… you know…”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, um, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. And, and I’m here for you— always. If you want to talk about it, or not.”

“Same goes for you.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, yeah, um, let me get us some clothes.” Warren stepped out of the bathroom for a moment.

He gave (Y/N) one of his much larger sweatshirts without holes in the back and a pair of boxers. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, um, these are fine. Thanks.”

Warren nodded and stepped out of the bathroom again, so (Y/N) could get dressed in private.

Warren was planning to sleep on the floor for (Y/N)’s sake, as not to make her uncomfortable, but she objected to it.

“I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m right here,” Warren was quick to wrap (Y/N) up in his arms, having them both get under the blankets on his bed. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re safe…”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes weren’t entirely black anymore, but they were very gray. He could have sworn they were pink for a moment, but they were just grey.

“I promise.”

(Y/N) was reassured by his words and snuggled into Warren’s chest. His wings wrapped around them, almost like a cocoon.

“Can… Can you kiss me, please?” (Y/N) asked. “Just like, my forehead or something…”

“Of course.” Warren laid a small kiss on the top of her head before whispering, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

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The date: 🔞 a lot of flirting but only if ur into that kind of thing 😏🔞

You are dating Robaire, and hes not in the same room as you, you guys are at a hotel for their tour so yeah, anyways, in the other room:

Robaire: “she has to say yes, what if she says no”

Jesse: “dude she loves you too much for that, she cant just do that to you”

Aaron Z: “yeah man just ask her out on dinner or sum”

Robaire: “alright thanks guys for the advice”

Jesse: “anytime bro”

Aaron Z: “np”

As he walks to the room where you were he sees u in the living room on your phone, he walks up to the couch and sits where u are and puts his arm around the top couch cushion he looks at you, u cant even see him looking at you, but his eyes are just dilating while staring into ur beautiful eyes, they were hazel brown. and his favorite thing about were your your beautiful eyes, its like he wanted to grab your soft cute face and just kiss you,

But he knows u guys are girlfriend and boyfriend so he did not hesitate to kiss you when I tell u this man kissed you passionately this man kissed you passionately, all u could ever think about was how soft and juicy his lips were he kissed you kind of a slow slightly fast, it wasn’t no peck on the lips this man kissed u like how edward kissed bella in twilight but on the couch,

Anyways, as he finished kissing you you were confused but yet red in the face, he whispers in your ear while sitting next to you,

Robaire: *whispers “we can do more of that action if u want mama~

Girll, he just called you mama, ur so red in the face u aint never heard your man call u mama in your life, so what he is doing is slightly seducing you, u kinda like it, but you also dont want your parents to go ham on you so you decline sadly

He wanted to meet your parents and have dinner with you after all u are 18 so why the hell are ur parents worried about that? So u were like,

Y/n: “i- i dont think you want to meet my parents- they are kinda…….Strict”

Robaire: “idc, ill make them like me”

Y/n: “ouuuh u do know what you are doing”

Robaire: “Damn right i do”

at this point from all this flirting with you he forgets that he is going to propose to you, pls for give him for this he only wants you

You get to your house robaire is with you so u are dressed up and hes behind you, all he could see right now is you and by i mean you u know what i mean😏 ur wearing a dark blue dress u were curvy like a bottle, no wonder why robaire thinks u are a model, he and lemme tell u u were also thicc 🫣

So u know he tries not to touch you, he pulls his hand away he was this far away from squeezing it 🤏🏽.

As soon as the door oped your parents were inside they were dressed up, your mom looked at Robaire, your mom was like

Y/n mom: “Reeow”

Y/n dad: elbows her”

Y/n: “oh my god mom this is my boyfriend, like why!?”

Y/n mom: “relax honey your boyfriend cute, so how are u sweetie?”

Robaire: “oh uh- im fine thanks for asking mrs. Y/n your daughter is the love of my life btw i love her”

Y/n mom: “you love her? Well i dont see why we can keep her- we definitely cant have her asking for money all the time”

Y/n: “omg are u saying i can live with my boyfriend?”

Y/n mom: “yeah i dont see why not”

Y/n: “thank you mom thank you so much!!!”

Y/n mom: “you’re welcome honey”

After hearing the news from ur mom u can go with your boyfriend Robaire u happy accepted and u pack ur bags and moved in with Robaire while hes on tour with the others so yall share a room together every night gets a little spicier and spicier im not gonna get into details because theres minors probably reading it 🌶 hotter than this pepper emoji anyways

So it was morning u and robaire were in the blanket first off he has no shirt on and u dont either u only have ur bra on

Then u here a knock on the room door it was Jesse

Jesse: “bro are u up we gotta preform today on stage”

U had nothing on but bra and panties on so u walk to the room door holding it open with ur hand ur hair is a mess and u look like u just had a hangover, but then jesse realized what happened so this is the face he made

Jesse: “🫣 im so sorry is robaire up?”

our big baby has no shirt on all u see is abs once u open the blanket and he’s wearing boxers lol.

Robaire finally gets up and walks to the door

Rubbing his eyes yawning then Jesse saw robaire with no shirt on

Jesse: “i- dude why are you-😳 nvm anyways, we gotta get going we gotta go preform on stage“

Robaire: “ok bro”

He goes to go get dressed

Jesse asks u if u hat a rough night you say

Y/n: “yeah i had a rough night, a very rough night 😏”

But then he realized why u made that face after u said that so his face started turning red just a tiny bit

He was like.

Jesse: “ok shawty u have to get dressed too, ur going with us”

U get ready u and robaire are in the same bathroom and he sees that u are wearing a crop top and some jeans. Those jeans make ur butt look fatter so he took his hand and he slapped it it was jiggling like jello, this big baby couldn’t even finish getting dressed he had his hand all on it lol but then he snapped out of it and started to finish getting dressed u were sadly making puppy eyes 🥺 and you wanted him to kiss you passionately but then u see that he is still getting dressed, and u take whatever he has in his hands and u tease him for not giving you love and affection

But then he stands up and u are standing next to the counter he grabs your neck and whispers in your ear

Robaire: *whispers “is this what you want mama~? ,To turn me on like that?”

He also said this,

Robaire: *whispers “ill deal with you later~”

So y’all finish the performance and you and robaire- lets just say u couldn’t walk for a week.

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okk9tsu · 4 years

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Ship your moots!!

i actually didn't expect to be sent one of these AHAHHA ty for indulging in my moots self ships cause man do i have a lot to say @ the person who sent this <3 ure so hot for that yeah

note : not in any particular order !! i'm sorry to the people i've missed, all ur guys' selfships are hawt yeah and it's all canon 💯💯 i'm sorry for not answering asks, i was writing this 😖

#MILA&KUROO : i have never shipped anyone with kuroo as much as i do with mila </3 they just ... fit so well guys idk how to explain it 😞😖 their dynamics is just :((( i love it sm and her interactions with her kuroo anon? everytime i see it in my dash i ship them even more 😿☝ she wrote this drabble with kuroo and it rlly shows their dynamics <3 [ @tetsusaki ]

#VAL%ATSUMU&SUNA : BEFORE SHE EVEN STARTED SELFSHIPPING W/ ATSUMU I ALRDY SHIPPED THEM TGT FR PLS THEY WOULD LOOK SOO GOOD TOGETHER HELLO !!! SHE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THEM AND THEIR DYNAMICS TOO PLS </3 atsuval and rinval's vibes are so attractive and yeah idk how to explain it but i love her selfships 😿😿☝💯 [ @sunakissses ]

#SAMMIE%EREN&ATSUMU+SEMI+BOKUTO : idk much abt eren since ion watch aot and only watched s1 in 2016 😭 but now im just programmed to ship sammie with eren with the amount of renmie posts i've seen 😭 they're a hawt couple yes <3 ALONG WITH ATSUMU, SEMI & BOKUTO PLS THIS BITCH HAS SM SELFSHIPS AND I SHIP THEM W/ ALL OF THEM CAUSE THEY JUST . FIT YKNOW [ @erensluv ]

#TRICIA%KOMORI&AKAASHI : LMAO PLS THEYRE THE ONLY ONES THAT WOULD BE ABLE TO KEEP THIS BITCH ON HER FEET <//3 komori is given but like . akaashi?? LISTEN OK,,, SHE JUST LOOKS GOOD W/ HIM SM. THESE TWO MEN ARE THE ONLY MEN THAT WOULD TREAT HER RIGHT 😩😩 !!! tricia : men are shit,,,,but these two,,, they're alright 👍👍 (+ her jjk boys 😹😹) [ @dearsukuna ]

#JESS&KEI : WE ALWAYS TALK ABT OUR SELFSHIPS W/ EACH OTHER AND NOW IM JUST . THEY LIVE ON MY MIND RENT FREE PLS 😣😣😞☝ ate jess would always joe about liking guys that dont care about her but i genuinely think that kei would be so soft and so caring with her in his own tsukishima kei way yknow?? would scold her, and hold playful bickering sessions with her AND WOULD GET MATCHING DINO PLUSHIES W/ HER WHJDSJNS <//3 cuties :((( [ @keitoshi ]

#ZURA&KIYOOMI : my rich parents yes they are my rich parents that go traveling every month and would either bring us along or would leave us to come back with many presents </3 PLSSS ZURA IS KIYOOMI'S PRINCEX AND MY BRAIN IS JUST PROGRAMED TO THINK THAT WAY 😣 i love their dynamics a lot, love seeing zura's selfships post witb kiyoomi, they just hit different wow such a hot couple. they just bring out a side from kiyoomi that no one has ever seen <3 [ @omisluvr ]

#MYRA&KENMA : PLS i associate myra with kenma so much and vice versa <//3 u know how kenma has a soft spot with shoyo right?? YEAH HE'S LIKE THAT WITH MYRA. MYRA JUST ELICITS THIS NEW SIDE OF KENMA THAT NO ONE HAS EVER SEEN BEFORE AND MAKES KENMA ALIVE(??) IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT YEAH 😖😖 kenma would spoil them sm and would help w/ genshin 😩 [ @zenmaki ]

#SOPHIA&KEI : THEYRE ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE OR STILL ENEMIES EVEN WHILE LOVERS PLSSSS would insult & bully each other lovingly and i LOVE that for us sophtsukki stannies yes 😿💯</3 but there are also moments where they can be soft with each other n stuff :(( random but whenever i think of these two, i think of strawberry cake 😭 [ @sophiashortcake ]

#TINA&SUNA : in my head, she is sunarin's angel and no one else can make me think otherwise 😁 !!! they might come off as intimidating with how good looking they both are and how they look so good tht and aesthetic but their vibes guys. i love it vv hawt couple n they would get matching pretty rings w/ each other yes omg [ @lovesunas ]

#WID&SUGA : CUTIES !!! THEY ARE JUST SWEETHEARTS I LOVE THEIR VIBES THEY'RE LIKE THAT SWEET, SOFT COUPLE :(((( would give just good vibes. THEY HAVE THAT GOOD AND POSITIVE VIBES THAT IF U EVER TALK TO THEM, U'D GET A LIL SEROTONIN BOOST :((( and ur heart will feel lighter n stuff aHh <//3 [ @catchmewiddershins ]

THESE ARE ALL SO LONG AND MANY AND IM SORRY TO THE ONES I DIDNT MENTION 😿:((( ITS GONNA GET TOO LONG AND IM JUST SO . TALKATIVE <//3 BUT HERE ARE THE RUNNER UPS !!!

@blooody-inspired & atsumu (ily my fellow atsumu lover bestie) but also akaashi??, @softieynnie & ishikawa (YES JUST YES PLS I SAW UR RECENT POST ABT ISHIKAWA U GUYS WOULD BE SO CUE :(( ), @kawaiinishii & shirabu (imagine coworkers in the medical field au ... omg) @kozutenshi & kita (IM SORRY TO KENMA BUT U AND KITA ARE JUST 💯💯<//3) @hajimine & bokuto + iwa (JUST LOOK AT THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH BO AND IWA ANON PLS I SHIP LEX WITH THESE 2 SM <//3), @soranihimawari & iwa, @sunasbabie & suna + sachiro and @velvetfireworks & osamu + suna ( IMAGINE HOW POWERFUL U GUYS WOULD BE OF U GUYS ARE LIKE IN A POLY )

#MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG #IM SORRY IF U GUYS DIDNT WANNA BE TAGGED <//3 #head is fried now #MANY IF NOT ALL OF THESE ARE SELFSHIPS BUT WHO CARES U GUYS FIT EACH OTHER WELL EITHER WAY #LOVE MAILS! 💌

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Uh for the celebration thing 👉👈

I'm a party animal! I really love to dance and sing out loud with my friends. But I'm also a chill girl, I love to read or play the piano while it's raining. Animals are very important for me, I have an emotional support dog and a couple of horses that keep me sane 😌

I would really like to hang out with Kix and Jesse but not in a romantic way- I think it would be fun to go to a bar or club with them? Kix and Jesse seem to be good partners to go for a drink💅

Okay I'll shut up now byee I love u 💖

celebrate with me ✨

bestie<3 love u more<3

i was gonna say kix? but then you said like, not in a romantic way? and I don't know if you meant as in, kix and jesse together 👀 or what but I'll just go and say cody instead.

SO CODY MY BELOVED.

cody is TRASH for soft times so when you play the piano, he literally stops everything and wishes to be nowhere but there with you, listening to the soft rain hitting your window and hearing the lovely music, he likes watching you in your element, too.

sometimes you'd buy the same book and you'd read it while he's away, talking about it over the comms and cODY THATS A SPOILER STOP THAT. and he'd laugh quietly and say he's sorry but he isn't (he only tells you little things here and there, though, like "ohh, but when elizabeth goes to kent with–" and you stop him mid sentence because cODY can yOu noT. you just read that jane left to london, why wOuld yOU. or like, "you know when mr. darcy–" but he always cuts himself off before going MAJOR)

i don't know if dogs exist in sw so let's say you have a loth cat as a support pet, and cody says he doesn't like but he secretly loves ur lil cat and you've seen him play with it when you're home late and he's waiting for you.

he can't fool anyone really.

and alright. maybe you're friends with the 501st too, right, and cody sees you dancing with jesse and kix and having the best time, and he's usually not a jealous guy but HE should be dancing with YOU.

and cody isn't much of a dancer, or singing, BUT, jealous people sometimes do things that are outside our comfort zone. amirite.

so of course he joins you. hands on your hips, mouth on your neck and he'd whisper a few little things in your ear about how good ur looking.

"having fun, baby?" he'd ask, voice low in your ear and you giggle, between the alcohol and his intoxicating proximity, your mind feels foggy.

"mhm," you go, getting closer to him as you love, "more now that you're here, commander." and he smirks, looking smug, and he doesn't care who's watching before kissing you hard and sloppy.

you two probably dance the night away, drinking and laughing and having the time of your lives, and you sing to him some lyrics, shouting them as you jump and he laughs, a boyish sound that makes him look so young, flushed cheeks from the dancing, the drinks and your words.

(still I think 2 out of 3 times he goes and joins you bc he might not like dancing but he likes dancing with you. so yeah.)

#sorry for the pride and prejudice bit #i couldn't think of any other book and i know p&p like the back of my hand so yeah #cODY LIKES JANE AUSTEN SO WHAT #ari answers #ship games #400 followers celebration

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neon-sparrows · 5 years

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i’ve had this scene in mind for a bit and so... decided to write it. yeah when ur super maladjusted but at least u have someone who sorta gets it now send me your requests! | my ko-fi

"How're you doing?"

Her voice sounds tinny on the other end of the line and Tim shifts how he holds the phone against his ear, his eyes closed as he sits back against his door.

"I've been better." He replies, with a huff of a laugh.

"That's... reasonable." Jessica's answer is somewhere between understanding and sarcastic and he can almost picture the slight smile on her face with the tone of her voice. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm fine, Jess. Got a new job. New apartment. All that fun stuff."

"I got a new job, too. Uh-- delivery service."

"Mailwoman?"

"Shut up."

They're silent together for a moment, and he listens to her breathing on the other end of the line. He's on the floor with his back pressed against his front door because she'd called as soon as he'd walked through and he'd been too tired to move by the time he'd said yes. His boots are kicked off, and kicked halfway across the room, left there lopsided and discarded.

He was hoping for a cigarette, but he gets the feeling she'd have a problem if he interrupted the conversation for one. Social smoking only works when you're face to face.

"Good to hear from you again." He offers, his tone light and practiced. "You settled alright?"

"Yeah." Jessica replies. "Started that job last week. Still taking my meds. My new therapist is kind of amazing, she's got a certified therapy dog in her office."

"Cute."

"Jealous?"

"Maybe."

He can hear her smile and something about it is comforting. Like it's a relief to know that she's alright, or as close to alright as they possibly can be. She's on her way up. Maybe it'll be behind her, eventually, all those dark sightings and rough nights blown away like crumpled leaves in a strong enough breeze. Tim hopes that's the case. She deserves it. Deserves better.

"I've been meaning to find an excuse to come and visit you, where'd you end up?"

"Uh..." Tim trails off, and glances towards the rain in the window across from him, in the living room of his one-bedroom apartment. "Washington."

"Really? I expected you'd head for Arizona or something."

"I like the rain."

"I've always wanted to see Seattle."

"It's a trip."

"Have you heard from Jay lately?"

Tim closes his eyes.

"No." He answers, thinking of the camera on the desk in his bedroom. It still works. He checks periodically. Maintains it. Bought a couple tapes, intending to use it again, because that's what Jay would've wanted, but he never really got around to that. "I haven't."

"Oh," she says, and Tim wonders if she knows. "I've been wanting to talk to him." She must, he thinks, because Jay's not the sort of person to up and disappear.

He bows his head slightly forward, putting his free hand through his hair.

"Me too." It comes with a huff of a laugh. "Let me know if he calls you." And something in his chest aches, something cold and painful around his heart and he thinks it might be easier to pretend, but it sure as hell doesn't make him feel better. He breathes out slowly through his nose, careful to make sure she won't hear it.

"Well... I'm starting a shift in a bit, but can I call you later on? Maybe talk about a trip up there?"

"Yeah. Sure. I got a couch you can crash on."

"Thanks." She's not smiling anymore, he thinks, and he wouldn't be surprised if she was angry with him. She has a right to be. Probably will be, when she figures it out, because Jessica's not stupid. "I'll see you, Tim."

"See ya, Jess."

The line goes dead and Tim pulls his phone away from his ear, staring at it for a long moment, and then tipping his head back against the door and scratching at his jawline as he drops the phone to the floor.

#marble hornets #tim wright #jessica locke #long post #writing tag #sometimes u just gotta write dialogue #and a good example of how tim's a fucking liar but

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dbphantom · 5 years

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Canon: Zane Flynt fucks

Me: haha u know what this means ;))))

Me:

Me: merfolk glamour time

[[MORE]]

Alright but for real tho u wanna see how deep I am in this fucking universe? Lego

I don't even know where to begin with this universe (Zer0 is an alien! Hammerlock is a werewolf! Troy is psychic! Tannis is a skag! Wait, no, wrong shitpost...) so imma open the 140 page document and start from the beginning

Annnnd Clay! Junpai-7.

When Zane meets Clay for the first time he mentions they did a smuggling job together on Junpai-7, u know, the water planet, so obviously this is good news (This made me super happy because my discord channel's name had been the junpai-7 moon pool for a while so I was like 'holy shit it's canon now' :') )

Timeline wise this isn't the beginning, but I don't write in chronological order and I don't order anything in chronological order, either, so. Eh.

Speaking of chronological order, I once got a line where Zane was like exclaiming something and used the moon instead of idk a god or powerful figure or smth and I was like 'lmao that's canon now'

So the moon... Elpis fucking got yeeted halfway across the galaxy or smth, and, considering we've seen (more) ocean on Pandora in 3 instead of just, like, Liars Berg (getting to THAT) or Tretchers landing, I feel bad for the tides. But that's good news for everyone else. Unless you were on Elpis, I guess.

Also hoh boy the 'end' of the game where Troy Phaselocks the moon was fun to write (it actually wasn't, I lowkey hate writing Moonstruck phases because... It hurts and I can't do it well.) also can we talk about how in tps the psychos are called Moonstrucks in tvhm because this makes me so happy. I really hope they did that intentionally considering H2O is an Australian show because my two favorite things combined can and will kill me. Wait actually the Troy boss fight is gonna be hilarious to write mostly because of that one attack with the tidal waves lol oh no

Also, also, also, you guys it's only explained in a guide book and never actually in-game as to why Captain's ship is Like That (TM) so I took some liberties and uhhh blame the Crackening. I mean the crackening happened after dahl pulled out of Pandora/Elpis so it works. It sorta works. It mostly works. Fuck. It works okay? shut. That's why Liars Berg is all frozen ocean [shoves 3 page essay about climate change on Pandora into the trash] don't need that anymore.

I was gonna talk about smth else

Oh yeah

Mostly brain freeze and trick of the light. That one meme video I made of Tannis and the Flynt Brothers imposed over that one clip of H2O (so let me get this straight: you freeze things, you explode things, and you boil things) wasn't just for laughs, it was actually a warning.

Each Flynt has a thing and Zane's is ice, Baron's is explosions, and Captain's is fire. (Glorious cleansing fire) Because it fits. It fits so well. I will say right off the bat that Mako Mermaids isn't my canon. I lowkey want to write out Charlotte as well (lol) because I've seen the 2nd season so many times and tbh I much prefer them having 1 really strong power over having 3+ really weak powers. Also Charlotte did nothing wrong in the first half of that season. Cleo was just a bitch to her. And Mako Mermaids is just. Not great on the power side of things. You can TURN INVISIBLE. USE IT. Soooo. (also cam got destroyed in s1 and I'm so glad they ended up making him work in s2 and 3. Because he deserved better and Zac was a terrible friend to him and only got away with it because he's a main character). /rant sorry I have so many feelings about these shows. Grew up with them soooooo.

And if ur wondering why I brought up trick of the light it's cause the 13th year exists and that movie was bopping. U guys remember Jess? Good times... Tuba pool scene is iconic. U know the one. I would also bring up aquamarine but ngl that movie was weaksauce comparatively. They hid that bitch in a water tower and iunno talked to earrings. Meanwhile in the 13th year they bring Jess back from the fucking dead and climb on walls like Spiderman. Clearly one is superior.

"but cruddy Aurelia has ice powers too and she's not a mermaid" no she's a werewolf like her brother we already went over that. Did u think I was kidding? No! I'm never kidding unless I am and I fucking love werewolves so I'd never kid about that. I love werewolves and I love Hammerlock and it's perfect I just love the idea of this gentlemanly hunter being a werewolf because I want to see a giant hulking monster being all proper and shit. They're just really cool. Werewolves > vampires and ngl I'm sad skyrim screwed over werewolves with the dawnguard dlc. Anyway Aurelia's ice powers are nanobots as explained in-game and listen I already lore-scienced this okay? Let me say it's amazing the things science is capable of when it thinks it's trying to beat out a competitor and doesn't realize non-Siren magic exists. Even better now that we know Sirens are not Eridian and actually existed before Eridians. Makes me giddy to think about. The universe is tearing me APART Lisa.

Oh speaking of, can we talk about the witch's brew quest on eden-6 because holy shit I had been writing Hiromi and her fascination with discovering all the secret circles long before the game came out and then learning about the group of witches and The Pact (TM) made me lose my shit because 'oh my god it's actually canon now'. We're on the canon path nowwwww. Soon. I hope we get a water planet dlc. I wants it, GB, I wants it.

Also I was totally gonna write a clip in the main story of the game (because I write a lot of backstory stuff if you can't tell, I only have like 3 scenes that take place during the events of the game and like 4 that are speculatory from before the game came out (including a scene from before I realized Troy was Like That but I edited it so he's more in-line and also has Maya's powers now so that's... Hm. In line with the storyline somewhere, but not an actual scene in the games story. Because its not possible with how the game does things (seperating Vault Hunters) I suppose I could just insert a 5th Vault somewhere and say it's the 4th Vault connected to the Machine (with nekrotefeyo's being the 5th). Fuck it.) and then 9,000 are backstory) where Hiromi comes back after like decades of the two not seeing each other and she's been hired to assassinate Zane by one of the many corporations looking for his corpse for a multitude of reasons (And Emma and Nino are both d e a d a s f, you know, for context). And like Barnabas (ya old bastard) Zane is still joking around and just having a grand old time catching up with his black ops buddy meanwhile she had just tried to blow his brains out (she's a sniper) and got pretty damn close. She's not even amused because of her psychic powers so she's just like 'ok' every time he opens his mouth because she already knows what he's going to say she's mostly just frustrated that she missed because she thought she knew him well enough to go off instead of just listening to her intuition but alas people change after, like, 3 decades of not seeing them.

Oh since we're talking about Hiromi that reminds me why Zane wears the black suit. In my non-h2o universe it's because it looks cool and provides some protection from dots. In the H2Oniverse it is because it's waterproof. Okay wait hang on context so Hiromi doesn't like take off his suit or anything, she's extremely gay and not interested, because I realize now how that sounds me relating Hiromi to the clothes, they just get into an argument about how Sirens don't have to follow any arbitrary rules to hide their magic and how it's easier to hide magic without giant glowing tattoos (and mind you this is before Zane even knows Tannis exists though he does immediately know she's a Siren and that's a whole nother can of worms) and hr's like 'I wear a bodysuit for most of my waking hours, so I am pretty sure they can try wearing long sleeved shirts and makeup for a day. Just a suggestion' but like way more in character (and for the scene) because do I sound like I'm in character right now? I'm not. I'm me. And God what a terrible thing to be.

So context for the context: ~magic is real~. If you've got it then you can usually tell who else has it if you're looking. It's especially clear if they're 'similar' to you (if ur a werewolf and u meet another werewolf then you sorta just know they're a werewolf) or if you're psychic (like Hiromi) then you can make some informed guesses. Like. Same Hat? Same Hat!!! Sirens are basically such powerful magic users that they are in literally a whole nother ball park. They're leagues above everyone else. Kill you just by looking at you sort of deal. So sirens normally don't feel other magic because their own magic is so strong it just 'overwrites' the other signals. You know, to not only explain why Lilith isn't immediately like 'who the fuck are you' to Zane and also how Amara couldn't tell Tannis is a Siren. I had a whole thing with Troy (who is psychic) being able to tell Zane had magic despite being near 4 Sirens at once because Troy grew up with Tyreen always at his side so he's used to it and knows how to look through it. Meanwhile Hiromi is basically incapacitated when she's near a Siren because she gets overwhelmed because her powers make it easier for her to read other people's magic.

Oh, context, the black ops outfit worked with Atlas for a short time (the group being Zane, Hiromi, Emma, and Nino. Emma is the yeehaw captain. She's the leader) and ended up meeting Steele for a little bit. Hiromi was just dead the entire meeting, Zane was totally out of it, and Emma and Nino were too busy eyefucking to really care that there was a Siren in the room so. Just imagine one person lying face down on the floor and crying, another staring at the wall without blinking, two undressing each other with their eyes, and then Cmdt. Steele standing in the middle like 'how the fuck did I get here'.

So that was everyone's first experience with a Siren.

There are more but ehhhh I'm tired and I mostly wrote this because I wanted to talk about it with someone else but they haven't read the whole thing yet so now I can scream into the void about it and not feel like I'm bothering them.

Hooray!

#Borderlands #Me walking into the club like what up I'm about to make 0 sense #Who wants to hear about the au literally nobody else wanted??#Bl3 #I realize this fandom is actually active on here so I'm slightly scared posting this #Since the last H2O au thing I posted was fucking RvB from God uhhh 3-4 years ago now? Fuck me #I put this in the queueueueue so I won't know when it goes up so I'm not anxious #Oh this is the context by the way #For that picture I posted #That I'm never going to bring up again

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hipsofsteel · 6 years

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I got challenged (long version)

Alright, so yesterday, @macarici made this post where she challenged us to do a character study using astrology natal charts, for one of our favorite OCs.

So I decided to do one of my favorite boys, Christopher, because I love him a lot and he’s a sweet boy. And it devolved into extreme and severe confusion so fast I decided to make this post long under a read more and post a seperate short version. So, without further ado if you love reading my bullshit...

Alright, so, first thing’s first. Despite the fact Chris and Bev celebrate their birthdays on February 14th, and I count their official zodiac sign as Aquarius because of this, they’re actually Leos.

“Now Jess, what the fuck do you mean by this?” I mean I’ve canonically wrote multiple times that they sprung into existence in the summer of 1806, so as of today, I picked August 2nd as their actual birthdays. But they celebrate the state birthday because they’re made of dirt and time isn’t real.

But I figured that would fuck up my results pretty good bc lemme tell you, it has before on other astrology things.

ANYHOW

I set his birthdate as August 2nd, 1997 (Chris and Bev are “22″ on their government records currently), and the time at 8:03 AM, location of “birth” in Joseph, Oregon.

And then, I skimmed through the results.

And applying this to a Chris context, at first I’m mainly

Seriously, this really isn’t sounding much like him.

BUT I MUST CONTINUE, so I decide to just pull out a list of things that DON’T sound like Chris, because I’m doing this when I should really be in bed and frankly nothing makes sense anymore

AND THEN I REALIZED I FUCKED UP THE BIRTH YEAR (am I literally writing this post as I go so Rici has something fun to read in the morning? Yes)

Okay, so I’m turning 21 next year and was like “that means following the age thing, chris and bev would only be a year younger than me.” no u numbskull theyd be two years older than ur they’re already 22

SO CHART RESUMBITED WITH THE SAME DATE SAVE THE YEAR BEING 1996, I tried again

And instead of CLEARING my confusion, mentally, this happened

jess voice: holy shit this looks less like chris even and im reading more in depth now abort mission abort

SO YEETING BACK TO THE YEAR OF 1997 APPARENTLY SORRY CHRIS IM DEAGING YOU AND BEV BOTH BY A YEAR BC THIS SOUNDS LIKE NEITHER OF YOU

so now im back in 1997, year before i was born, and looking at the chart for a fictional heterosexual dude whose actually an immortal dirt baby this is fun

SO i started removing stuff from Chris’s moon sign results that was definitely not him

THINGS THAT ARE NOT CHRIS -being rather lazy, the boy runs a cattle operation on rangeland for christsakes... -causing big scenes when slighted, whether in private or not. chris is actually much much better than bev about holding his temper, and tends not to go overboard emotionwise. he’d rather cut you to the bone with a few effective sentences than scream at you for an hour. -he lacks firmness and can be a sucker for a sob story. listen, thats only true with exactly one boy which is his son adam, and adams already the constant exception in everyone’s lives. -hard time setting and keeping goals. theres too much angst to explain this one but its not chris -unstable friendships. with the exceptions of a brief period with helen after their breakup, and tensions with clark whenever he pissed off adam, this really isnt chris. hes pretty much a rock to depend on if you’re a friend of his

and then i realize “oh shit that’s way less than i actually thought i was gonna remove” and okay yeah yeeting back to 1997 was def the right choice. i will say im def twisting a solid half of whats left to make it apply to him but hey thats what this is all about, right?

so at least now im doing this emotion

its nearly 1 am almost nothing makes sense but maybe this does

anyhow, so then i move on to the final section (we hope) of this experiment

WHAT DOES CHRISTOPHER LEWIS JOSEPH’S MOON SIGN MEAN IN RELATION TO HIM?

im just gonna steal magicandlight’s bullet point method bc its nearly 1 am

Chris is

outgoing WITHIN his inner circle, and quite willing to make a fool of himself in front of those he trusts, but not strangers

he likes organizing things socially and just likes to oversee the going ons in his closest inner circle (adam, clark, helen, and bev)

strong sense of justice, both treating others fairly, as well as acting fairly himself.

courage in his convictions

pride can be a weakness

can be a bit brooding when he doesnt get the attention he wants (id say this mainly is in romantic endeavors when it comes to him)

needs to feel like he has a place to belong and emotional support from friends within those groups/communities

despises major life changes, and it can reflect in his relationships with others

little changes can also bother him and make him irriatable and stubborn (beverly can vouch for this, she’s heavily on the recieving end of this one)

reality checks can be incredibly brutal when they hit

very perceptive to other people’s emotions

strategist

experiences emotions and feelings pretty intensely

So now it’s 1:11 AM or something around there, I’ve dropped a lot of time into this, and I hope i’ve entertained the shit out of rici in the process when she reads this, and im going to write a shorter version post before i hit the hay so that maybe more people will see this

#aph oregon #nyo oregon #oc chris #macarici #jess talks too much #im not even sure what im doing anymore have fun rici

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eversall · 7 years

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Idk if you've ever watched Friends, but Jimon + the gang finding out about their relationship in the style of Monica and Chandler

i have watched friends and asdfghjkl i love monica and chandler and this is one of the best episodes ever so this prompt is extra amazing. obviously, all credit goes to friends for the plot. also, i want to point out that this fic by jess ( @softjimon) has more friends!jimon and reading her thing is 100% the inspiration i had to finish this one so quickly.

fool around like we’re sixteen and secret || jace/simon, 3k+, secret relationship + fluff || (ao3 link coming soon!)

In March, Simon goes away for a weekend to Vermont. Songwriting boot camp, he claims, he and his writers are sequestering themselves away for a few days to work on his upcoming album. Jace happens to be out of town that weekend too, because - as he tells Alec and Izzy - he was called to consult on a case involving an adoption scam.

“Since I have experience,” he explains, “they want me to be there for their initial analysis.”

Alec believes him. Why would Alec not believe his brother, his FBI case partner, his roommate, his best friend?

He doesn’t even think about it until the next Monday, when Jace gets back on a red-eye flight, grinning about apparently seeing Raj and Duncan together in an elevator in the hotel he was staying at, and they’re running around trying to get ready for work.

“I’m out of shaving cream,” Alec calls from the restroom desperately, “I can’t show up to work looking like I haven’t slept in seventy-two hours!”

“In my carry-on, use my bottle, I haven’t unpacked yet!” Jace yells from his bedroom. So Alec rushes out to the living room, digging through the duffel bag on the sofa, and comes up with not one but two bottles of shaving cream. One’s sleek and black, and the other is…Batman themed.

“What is this?” Alec asks as he smirks, waving the bottle at Jace, who’s walking out of the bedroom. “Discovering your inner child, are you? Your puberty-driven, cartoon-character supported shaving?”

Jace freezes, and his eyes go comically large. “Uh…I found it?” He offers. Alec raises an eyebrow, and decides that he’s not judging. He just doesn’t have the energy right now.

“If you want to re-live those hormone fueled years, be my guest.” He laughs as he tosses the Batman bottle at Jace, and then goes into the restroom to shave.

It’s not a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

But then, later that night, he and Jace go across the hall to Clary and Simon’s place so they can is wait for the other two to get ready for dinner - which, God, both of them are so high-maintenance - the only person allowed to be that high maintenance is Magnus, and Alec isn’t biased, shut up Jace -

But as he and Jace lounge on their (much nicer, antique) sofa, and Clary is trying to get her earrings untangled from her hair, Simon makes several trips back and forth from his bedroom to the bathroom, frowning and muttering to himself.

“Si,” Clary finally asks, amused, “are you…alright?”

“I lost my Batman themed bottle of shaving cream.” Simon says, frazzled. “I guess I left it somewhere in Vermont while I was away -”

“Oh?” Alec asks, frowning. That’s weird, certainly, that this is the second time that he’s encountering this Batman-themed bottle, but that’s fine. Coincidences happen. “How was Vermont?” He asks politely.

“It was great,” Simon’s suddenly smiles, his eyes going dreamy, before his expression smooths out into a smirk. “I saw Raj and Duncan making out in an elevator -”

Alec’s eyes widen and he bolts upright, just as the door opens and Magnus and Izzy waltz in.

“You what - “ He hollers as Izzy yells “Clary!” and Magnus says, loudly, “I think the barista down there hates me”, and at the same time Jace jumps off the couch, his face pale as a sheet, and tackles Alec to the ground. In the ensuing chaos and noise, Jace bodily drags Alec into Simon’s bedroom, and Alec splutters as Simon follows behind and shuts the door.

“You!” He says dumbly, pointing at Simon. “And - you?” His finger swings wildly to point at Jace, who rolls his eyes.

“Yeah.” He says. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“So, to clarify.” Alec asks. “This isn’t some huge coincidence, you both went to Vermont for the weekend to…?”

“Romantic getaway.” Jace says, at the same time that Simon says “To have uninterrupted sex.”

“Uninterrupted - “ Alec starts spluttering again.

“Babe, don’t break him.” Jace says, amused. Simon grins as he grabs his hair gel off his dresser and starts styling his hair.

“Why did you both lie?” Alec crosses his arms and regards the two of them. “There were so many ways I could have found out, and discovering that the two of you fucked for three straight days isn’t the way I prefer.”

“We just wanted to keep this to ourselves for a little while longer.” Simon says, his fingers working through his curls as he glances at Jace through the mirror and smiles softly. “It’s nice to just be in our own world.”

Jace smiles back, and it’s embarrassingly besotted. Alec wants to bang his head against a wall somewhere, but also -

“I’m happy for you guys.” Alec says gruffly, and Jace and Simon both beam at him. “Stop smiling like an idiot, Jace. Batman themed shaving cream, honestly.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” Simon says, snapping his fingers. Jace snorts, and kisses him. And the way Jace leans into it, the way Simon’s shoulders relax, the way they both look at each other - Alec supposes it isn’t the worst secret in the world to keep.

Clary finding out is entirely by chance. She’s just passing through the living room when she hears the buzz of a vibrating phone from the sofa cushions, and she pauses and sets her bowl of popcorn down, tossing pillows aside to find Simon’s phone getting a flurry of incoming texts.

[jace]: u free babe?

[jace]: alec’s left to bother magnus or something, idk

[jace]: come over, we can do that thing you’ve been asking for since i can be as loud as i want now ;)

[jace]: tell clary ur gonna do laundry when really ur gonna do me

Clary shrieks and tosses the phone back onto the sofa, scrambling backwards and grabbing her popcorn. Mouth agape, she cradles her food to her chest and spends a horrified few seconds thinking oh God, is this karma for when Simon walked in on me making out with that girl in eleventh grade? Is this my punishment?

Then another thought hits her, and she straightens up and smiles, munching on a few kernels of popcorn thoughtfully. Laundry, hmm, is that the excuse Simon’s going to use?

She can’t say she’s not happy for them. It’s clearly been a long time coming, and they both would do anything for each other. It’s sweet. She’s a little hurt that Simon didn’t tell her, but she gets it. It’s their thing, and if they want to keep it a secret, it’s fine.

That doesn’t mean she’s not going to have a little fun with it, though.

Half an hour later, Simon finally appears in the apartment, after a long day at the recording studio. He groans, and heads straight for the couch as Clary watches, with no small amount of glee, from her position at the kitchen table.

“I can’t believe I left my phone.” He says morosely. “Clary, why am I like this?”

“Beats me.” She says cheerfully. “I like that you’re like this. It makes me seem like such a high-functioning adult.” She throws a few pieces of popcorn at him, and he distractedly grabs at one of them and pops it into his mouth as he scrolls through his phone. He flushes a deep red, slowly grinning, and he locks his phone and tucks it into his pocket.

“Got a lot to do this evening.” He starts saying loudly, heading into his room as he continues to talk. “Gotta clean my room, write some emails, do some laundry - “ He appears in the living room again, toting his laundry basket, which Clary suspects is full of clean clothes. “I’m just, ah, going to go do that laundry. Maybe I’ll answer the emails from my phone while I wait - “

“Oh, you’re doing laundry?” Clary asks, making a big show of looking surprised. “You wouldn’t mind doing a few pairs of jeans for me, right? I really need them before I head to the studio tomorrow.”

“Your…jeans.” Simon stops and looks baffled, and then, bizarrely, he looks around the room, like that’ll help him figure out what to do, and he sighs and smiles at her. Clary almost feels a little guilty when he says, sweetly, “Of course I can. Give me whatever you need!”

Izzy finds out in what she later claims is a worse way than Clary. She’s looking at an apartment in the building over, and all things considered, it’s going pretty well, until she goes to the window.

“Oh my God,” She says, laughing, “look, Clary, it’s Jace and Simon. We can see your apartment from here.” She turns, but Clary’s gone - presumably to the bathroom, she can hear the sink running. She turns back, and -

Simon has Jace pinned against the wall next to the window, holding his wrists loosely over his head with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other. They’re kissing like their life depends on it, with Jace shamelessly rolling his hips and chasing after Simon’s lips every time Simon pulls back.

Izzy is scarred for life.

“What are they - oh my God! No! Why are they - don’t do - oh my God!” She yells, skidding backwards with her hands clapped over her mouth. Clary comes tearing out of the restroom, hollering “What, what?!”, and then she skids to a stop when she sees what Izzy’s looking at. To Izzy’s surprise, she just makes a face and mutters a curse under her breath before throwing the curtains closed.

“God, yeah.” She mutters, turning to roll her eyes. “They’re a thing.”

“This is - wow.” Izzy’s almost stunned by the revelation, but not quite. Jace and Simon have always had a certain tension, and it’s undeniable that the two are romantics at heart; they’re good for each other. What’s stunning is that they’ve managed to keep it a secret. “Wait, how did you find out?”

“I saw some of Jace’s texts to Simon.” She shudders. “Every time Simon says he’s doing laundry? He’s going over to Jace’s and they’re…” She trails off, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, and Izzy laughs.

“Sex.” She says, enunciating the word, and Clary shudders theatrically. “Really, laundry is their code word? That’s so…sickeningly domestic.”

“Oh, not anymore.” Clary grins, perching on the arm of the sofa. “Now I ask him to actually do my laundry.”

“Oh you are horrible.” Izzy rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “They don’t know you know?”

“No. I’ve been having fun with it.”

Izzy thinks about that, and then a slow smirk spreads across her face.

“Not enough fun, I think.”

Alec walks into the room, sees Clary and Izzy whispering, and immediately backs out.

“Nope, I’m going back to my apartment.” He decides, but they look up and immediately fix him in place with their stares.

“Alec,” Izzy says very seriously, “we need your help.”

“For what?” Alec asks warily. Izzy gets up and approaches him, crossing her arms.

“We know something,” She says slowly, “and if we tell you it needs to be a secret - “

“Oh, no.” Alec says immediately. “Absolutely not, I’m not doing this secrets thing again, have fun - “

“No, come on - “ Izzy drags him to sit at the kitchen table. “It’s for a good cause.”

“What’s the good cause?”

Clary comes over and braces her hands on the table. “Jace and Simon.” She says, and Alec squints at her suspiciously.

“What about them?” He asks slowly. Clary and Izzy share a look, in that weirdly synchronous silent language they have - when are they going to start dating? - and nod.

“There’s something you should, um, find out for yourself.” Clary says. “Why don’t you go to your apartment and knock on Jace’s door?”

Alec immediately freezes up. One of the most unhelpful things about knowing his brother secret is that he and Simon are now taking it as permission to go at it in their room while Alec is still in the apartment. They’re quiet, sure, but the walls are paper thin, and Alec just really wants less of a sex-dazed Simon walking around. He’s terrible at chess when he’s like that, and Simon’s pretty much the only person that’ll play chess with him.

“Simon’s doing laundry with Jace.” Alec says slowly. “That’s what they said.”

“Go check.” Izzy insists. “Humour me.”

Alec blanches at the thought of what he could walk into, and immediately responds with a horrified “No.” Izzy’s eyes widen at his reaction.

“Do you know what I think you know?” She hisses. Alec groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what you think I know.” He says.

“I know you know something, but I’m wondering if what I know and what you know are - “

“Jace and Simon are sleeping together!” Clary blurts out, and then she slaps a hand over her mouth and looks shocked at her own admission.

“They’re not sleeping together, they’re dating - oh hell.” Alec says, when he realizes what he’s walked into. Izzy slams her hand down on the table triumphantly.

“I knew you knew!” She crows delightedly. “Now, you can help us freak them out!”

“Or we could all stop.” Alec bemoans. “Stop with the secrets.” Nobody listens to him. Nobody ever does, because all the people he hangs out with are idiots. (Except Magnus. Though, truth be told, this is probably why Magnus lives a safe distance away from all of them.)

Jace is baffled, to say the least, when Simon bursts into his apartment and screeches, with wide eyes, “You sister just grabbed my ass! She flirted with me!”

“She what?” Jace asks from where he’s perches on a bar stool. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure her hand touched my ass in a sexual manner - yeah I’m sure!” He says. “What’s happening?”

Jace never gets to respond, because Simon’s phone rings. “Oh my God, it’s her.” Simon wails, before he answers and puts it on speakerphone. “Hey, Iz!” He says as cheerfully as he can, while his face goes through a series of alarmed expressions. Jace frowns and hops off the stool to sling an arm around his boyfriend, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

“Hey, handsome.” Izzy’s voice sounds from over the speaker, and Jace blanches because her voice is low and definitely dipping into seductive territory. “I was just thinking about you.”

“And I, uh, was just thinking that I have to go! I have something I need to pick up, bye!” Simon says, ending the call and throwing his phone down on the counter. “Am I going crazy? Am I suddenly attractive?”

“You’ve always been attractive.” Jace mutters, pressing his lips to Simon’s temple. “Relax, breathe.”

“Izzy is trying to date me, there’s nothing relaxing about this.” Simon moans, but he eases into Jace’s hold, leaning back and letting Jace rake his fingers through Simon’s hair.

Alec snorts from where he’s sitting in his armchair, and both Simon and Jace startle, looking at him. Jace had kind of forgotten he was there, but Alec is being suspiciously silent, and his gaze keeps flicking to Simon’s phone. An absurd little thought begins to form in Jace’s mind.

“Alec,” He asks slowly, “does Izzy know about us?” Then he remembers all the fucking laundry he and Simon have been doing the past week. “Does Clary?”

“No.” Alec says immediately, looking down at his book. “Of course not. How would I know if they knew? I don’t know.”

“Alec.” Jace warns, narrowing his gaze. Alec flushes, but he dutifully keeps his eyes glued to his book. “Look at me, Alec.”

There’s silence for a few seconds as Jace crosses the room, striding closer to Alec, when Alec finally cracks and throws his hands up. “Yes, they know, can we be done with this whole secret thing now?”

“I knew it!” Jace crows. Simon leans against the kitchen counter and shakes his head.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad an attractive woman turned out not to really be flirting with me.” He remarks, and Jace points at him.

“Watch it, you’re still dating me.” He says. “More importantly, how are we going to retaliate?”

“Retaliate?” Simon asks, laughing. Jace crosses his arms impatiently, dead serious.

“Yeah. Oh, it’s on. Two can play at this game, and we’re going to fucking win.” He hisses. Alec springs out of his chair, looking at Jace in horror.

“Not more of this.” He says, aghast. “When will this nightmare end? And I expect you want me to keep this a secret too?”

Jace looks at him, and Alec flips him off as he stomps to his bedroom.

Which is what leads to the current ridiculous tableau that Jace finds himself in, peeking through a tiny crack in the bathroom - where he’s hiding out - and watching Izzy and Simon play a game of chicken as they try to seduce each other in the living room. He’s pretty sure Clary and Alec are on the other side of the front door and watching just like he is as Izzy and Simon play out the weirdest scene Jace has ever seen.

“You have such…impressive biceps.” Izzy purrs, dragging her finger down Simon’s chest - which is nowhere near his biceps! Jace grits his teeth and reminds himself that Simon is dating him, and that they’re just doing this so they can win.

“You’re quite impressive yourself.” Simon says, his voice low, and he moves in closer to place his hand on Izzy’s neck, hesitantly. Izzy visibly startles when he does, and looks momentarily flabbergasted before she soldiers on.

“You should kiss me.” She says, thrusting her chest forward. Simon gulps.

“Okay, yeah.” He says. “I wanna do that too.”

“So do it.”

“I will.” Simon woodenly places his other arm around Izzy’s waist, and Jace momentarily resists the urge to throw something at the two of them and separate them. Izzy and Clary can’t get the better of him and Simon.

“Okay.” Izzy licks her lips, her movements jerky as she leans forward. Simon does so too, inching forward, and the seconds tick by agonizingly as their lips get closer and closer, the space between them shrinking, and then they’re touching and kissing -

“AGH, NO, YOU WIN, I CAN’T KISS YOU!” Simon yells, jumping backwards and tripping wildly over his own feet. Izzy shrieks and points accusingly at him.

“I knew it! And why can’t you kiss me?” She gloats gleefully. Simon’s still breathing hard when he yells “Because I’m in love with Jace!”

Jace’s heart stops and he finds himself moving without thinking, shoving the door open and stumbling out to a stop in front of his boyfriend, whispering a shocked, soft, “What?” At the same time, Clary and Alec spill through the front door, gasping in unison and yelling “Oh my God”, as Izzy throws a hand out and accidentally knocks over a chair. In the ensuing chaos, Magnus appears as well, almost out of thin air, surveying the scene in front of him - Jace and Simon breathing raggedly, staring at each other intensely, Izzy trying to haphazardly pick up chairs as she watches everyone else at the same time, and Clary digging her nails into Alec’s arm as she bounces on the balls of her feet, with Alec alternating between scowling and trying to pry her fingers off, staring proudly at Jace, and smiling at Magnus.

Magnus arches an eyebrow. “Clearly, I’m missing something.” He murmurs, moving to Alec’s side.

Jace ignores all of them. He stares at Simon, who’s finally looking up at him through his absurdly pretty eyelashes, his eyes warm and a little fearful.

“Say it again.” he demands hoarsely. Simon stares at him, and takes a slow step forward, the corners of his lips turning up helplessly in a smile.

“I love you, Jace.” He says, and it seems to Jace like the world comes to an abrupt standstill the second Simon says the words, his vision narrowing down to the man of his dreams in front of him. This is happening, he thinks dizzily, this is real. He gets to have this, have someone who cherishes him and holds him close and makes him laugh, who genuinely loves him.

Jace breaks out into a smile, his veins thrumming with adrenaline as he says “I love you too”, and then they’re surging forward to kiss each other desperately, Simon crushing Jace to his chest as Jace loops his arms around Simon’s neck. It’s way, way too indecent for the audience they have, but this is the first time they’ve said those words to each other and Jace needs to feel Simon, as close as possible, needs to nip at his bottom lip and swallow down the rough groan that works its way out of Simon’s throat.

It feels like hours later when they pull apart to Clary’s loud coughing, and then Simon ducks his head, blushing bright red, and Jace rests their forehead together.

“This is so much more amazing than I thought it was going to be.” Clary says, and Jace finally turns to see her beaming at them. “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Thank you.” Jace says, smirking. “I’m happy for me too.”

“Alec, dude, thanks.” Simon says fervently. “For keeping everyone’s secrets.”

“Don’t ever make me do this again.” Alec says flatly, and then his face softens. “Also, don’t break each other’s hearts. I’ll be out a brother and a friend, then.”

“Well, it’s good to see that you two are finally telling everyone.” Magnus says, smiling fondly at them. “You don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“I’m gonna kind of miss going to do ‘laundry’, to be honest.” Simon says, pinching Jace’s side, and Jace laughs, shying away from the touch as the rest of them grin. There’s a beat of silence, and then Clary frowns.

“How did you find out, Magnus?” She asks. Magnus looks at them, puzzled.

“I figured it out the night after they first slept together, after London.” He says, while they all gape at him, Jace and Simon included. “Wasn’t it quite obvious?” When everyone continues to look at him with various degrees of astonishment, he frowns. “How did all of you find out, then?”

They groan, loudly.

“Don’t ask.” Alec advises. “It’s a long story.”

#jimon #shadowhunters #jace herondale #simon lewis #i write sometimes #monica and chandler were my og goals i love them #and i love jimon so #there you have it #sh fics

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anakinskywalkher · 7 years

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who are your favorite mutuals? tell me something nice about them? and who are mutuals who u want to be more in touch with? You always seem very close with people here!

hi there

this became some sort of mutual appreciation post and got a lil personal lol. loved the ask tho! so yeah i tried. thanks again

@ambrosius-faust is my baby bro. tbh my life wouldn’t be complete without him! he’s such an important presence in my real life. There isnt a day where i dont talk to him. My lil bean is2g too much love.

@henricavill it was some sort of weird ass connection that made it feel like we’ve known each other for years! Jess is honestly so nice, talented af and sweet asdfghjkl. shes my messy head cowboy wifey

@steveetrevor HANNAH MY FAVE TO HURT ME

@oldfashionedvillain Emile is an absolute miracle worker, her work is so amazing like even the minor details wowowow. Shes so adorbs and cute ugh im so glad we can scream together about shit ;)

@flawlessbanshee HANNAGH and i go waaaaaayyy back. it almost feels like a crime to unfollow her! shes one big ass ball of positivity and love. Respect her and she will protect u forever

@margaerytyrelle ANNETTE!!!!!! SO. SWEET. NICE. AND CARING. and talented bc she owns my soul with her icons. hella! i am so glad we started blabbering together haha!

@generalantiope BEE IS MY GOALS OKAY. the whole package okay jfc. Talented af, got them amazing urls, makes edits to die for, is super duper nice and patient whenever i attack her with questions and i just love we met over our love for antiope! ;)

@wingscomeback fleur darling! our fandoms couldnt be more different and yet we met i think ¾ years ago AND WE STILL TALK I MEAN THATS MEANT TO BE RIGHT. Absolute sweetie right here; girl power flower

@takingoffmyshoes ANNA! we sorta met bc of jess and my obsession with her amazing super power fics. and we we’re a match ;) supersmart and caring af! its always a delight to talk to her!

@isak-valterssen CAROLINA! Whenever im in doubt i go to her. Whatever it is, she’ll always know something about it, or a cool fact, movie, music, book whatever shes my miracle worker and honestly i love it! shes a wonder alright

mutuals i think are A+ and i wish we talked more :

@keoghanbarry A+ talented bean right here and so nice!@legohlas came for the quality and stayed for the person! wonderful blog!

@feedingmyinsomnia my german teacher in disguise! i love every convo we have lol we need more tho my german is slacking haha also ur my snapchat bud so yeehaaa

@yigrittes meghan is superduper sweet and makes amazing shit like woah

@napolllya whenever i see u on my dash it makes me really happy woah and ur so beautiful is2g!

@wondcrwomans we’ve never really talked but woah what an amazing blog!

@lmwechirrut we sorta talked like years ago bc we bonded over bucky and tears but wouldn’t unfollow for the world. A+ powerblog!

@screamingarrows my new hockey master who somehow always makes me laugh with texrpost and A+ selfies wowwoowow!

@wonderwowan the sweetest bean out there! nice and caring with the right amount of sass

@truegriefbeard followed forever lol can’t imagine my dash without u on it!

@deforestkelleys i legit screamed when u followed me lol. ur always A+ and sweet here and hella cool applause dude!

@captainvkirk u always say the nicest things about my edits and asdfghjkl that means so much to me! ur a doll

@johnnyjaqobis dutchies unite! so talented with them gifs i cant handle! A+ dude

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poutypanic · 7 years

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The First Date

You, Jesse and Hanzo go on your first date! Fic is PG-13.

Link for AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464945/chapters/23570373

Hanzo and Jesse have left it up to you to decide where you’d be going on your first date. Being a person who is no good at making decisions, this was more pressure than actually being asked out on the date itself. You are currently sitting at home in your own apartment watching your phone as the notifications go off one after the other. Being in a group chat with the two of them is a trip:

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Jesse: where

Jesse: do

Jesse: u

Jesse: wnana

Jesse: go!

Hanzo: Stop spamming.

Hanzo: Let her think, smh.

Jesse: im right here if u wanna fight me

You: IDK

You: I’m really down for whatever!

Hanzo: Where do you like to go during your free time?

You: My room?

Hanzo: -_-

Jesse: im calling u

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And he does, less than a couple of seconds after you had received that text. You stare at the screen with a shit-eating grin while it’s ringing, and let it go to voice mail.

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Jesse: answer ya damn phone plz

Hanzo: Don’t cuss at her.

Jesse: answer ya darn* phone plz

Jesse: also fuck u han

Hanzo: Hmmm. Interesting for a person who just asked me to make dinner.

You: Somebodys bout to starve!

You: Also sorry! I had lost my phone very suddenly :/

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Your phone starts to ring again, and you wait until the last possible moment to answer it. You don’t even have to say a thing; Jesse just starts going off in your ear, “Hey, now listen! I’ma count teh’ three, and when I count teh’ three your’ gonna say the first place that comes to mind alright?”

You let out a long, dramatic, heavy sigh, making sure to blow air into the phone as much as possible.

Jesse laughs, “Alright here we go! One! Two! Three-“

“Zoo.”

“Ah shit, Han! We goin’ to the zoo!”

“No, no, no wait! Let’s try that again!”

Jesse hangs up the phone.

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Jesse: no take backs

Hanzo: I am excited! I’ve never been to the zoo!

You: We shouldn’t go to the zoo that was stupid

Jesse: nu uh! we going!

Hanzo: Why is it stupid? Now I really want to go!

Jesse: pick u up on friday!!! wear zoo clothes!!!!

You: WTF are zoo clothes

Hanzo: What she said.

Jesse: clothes u wear to the zoo???

Hanzo: Hmmm true.

You: Whatever! Fine! I guess we’re going to the zoo

Jesse: u bet ur ass

Jesse: shit

Jesse: butt*

Hanzo: We’ll pick you up around 9am. Is that okay with you?

You: Pfff yeah.

Jesse: see ya friday!

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Friday rolls around, and you guys go to the zoo. It’s the perfect day for it; the sun is out, and it’s partially cloudy. There’s a light cool breeze that feels amazing on the skin. After thinking about it, you’ve actually come around to the spontaneous idea that Jesse had to coax out of you. You guys take your time at each exhibit. The zoo isn’t very crowded at all, and nobody cares that you guys take nearly thirty minutes at each. Hanzo does dramatic readings of the facts on each of the placards, putting on what he likes to call his “tour guide voice”.

When you guys get to the Red Fox enclosure you and Jesse listen while Hanzo reads. At the end, Jesse raises his hand, “Um excuse me, Mr. Shimada? May I ask a question.”

“All questions are welcome, Mr. McCree.”

Jesse points to the cage, “Why are they called Red Foxes?”

You can see Hanzo try and suppress a laugh, and you try to suppress yours as well. Feigning like you, too, would like to know why Red Foxes are named Red Foxes. Hanzo is trying to remain in character, “Mr. McCree, if you can do me a favor and look at the animal?”

“Mhmm, yes.”

“The fox has red fur.”

Jesse places his hand on his chin and nods his head up and down, “Uh huh.”

“So it is called the Red Fox because well; it has red fur.”

You can’t keep up the act anymore. Hanzo says that last line with such conviction and a matter of fact tone that you are doubled over, and clutching your stomach laughing. Jesse refuses to give up the act. He looks down at you, his cowboy hat casting a shadow over his face.

“Darlin’, what’s so funny? I don’t understand.”

Hanzo keeps it up as well, “Sir? The Red fox. Red is a color. The color of the foxes fur is red. Therefore, Red Fox.”

You’re still doubled over wheezing. A small crowd has actually started to stare, thinking that Hanzo is an actual expert and tour guide. They believe that Hanzo, a man who is wearing unbelievably tight joggers and a navy blue tee shirt that says, “Choose Cremation. You Urned it,” is a god damn professional, articulately explaining to a cowboy why a Red Fox is called a Red fox. Jesse sees the curious onlookers and decides that maybe it’s time to end the charade, “Ah, I get it now, and ya’ know what? That’s a pretty dumb fuckin’ fact.”

Jesse throws an arm around your still shaking shoulders, tosses his other one around Hanzo’s, and you guys all walk away from the confused onlookers. Eventually, after marveling at the big cats for nearly an hour, you guys make it into the reptile house. Here is where you figure out that Jesse really doesn’t like spiders and that Hanzo couldn’t care less. You do care a little bit, but the thick plexiglass between you and the arachnids is enough to keep you from being irrational like Jesse is being.

“Can y’all stop puttin’ your faces so damn close to the glass?”

You smile coyly and rest your cheek against the glass, Hanzo follows suit and places his cheek against the glass as well, “Take a picture, Jesse.”

Jesse crosses his arms and pouts, “Y’all think your’ funny huh?”

You grab your phone out of your pocket and turn on the camera, “Guess we’ll just have to take a selfie.”

The spider that is in the little glass case is clinging to the other side, showing off its belly and legs. Perfect for the photo op. You and Hanzo point to it and smile nice and big for the camera, while you hold your phone in your other and snap a photo.

Hanzo says, “Make sure to send that to me in the group chat.”

Jesse is glaring at Hanzo, when you notice one of the workers is trying to get any of the customer to listen to what she has to say about whatever it is she is presenting, but she’s getting no takers. You walk towards her and look into the large, deep, open plexiglass tub that she is standing next to. Your eyes widen and you start to cackle. Oh, this is gonna be good!

“Hey Han! Jesse! Come here!”

You watch closely has they look into the glass enclosure. Hanzo now has the biggest smile, and Jesse takes one glance and literally runs off about twelve feet.

The workers face lights up, “Hello! Would you guys like to hear about this tarantula?”

The look that Hanzo gives her almost looks like he might abandon the two of you and take her out on a date; he is so happy.

“I would absolutely love to hear about this tarantula!”

The woman practically dances, because she is delighted to finally have people who want to listen to her. She clasps her hands together and starts to spew off all of the knowledge she’s got on the spider. Hanzo listens and has questions for her, and she is able to answer everything. Meanwhile, Jesse is in the background huffing and making off-handed comments like, “Interesting” and “Wow, real fascinatin’.” When the spider starts to stretch its legs and move around, you lean in farther to get a better look.

“Hey! Sugar? Maybe don’t do that! That thing is gonna get your face.”

The tarantula handler finally turns her attention to Jesse, “Oh no! Honduran Curly Hairs are docile tarantulas. Also! Tarantulas can’t jump that far. A fall from where her face is at to the bottom would actually seriously hurt the curly.”

Jesse does his best at being polite, “Thanks for the knowledge ma’am.”

At this point, Hanzo is practically inside of the enclosure, and you’ve reached your limit. Any closer, and you’d be pushing your comfort zone. The woman clasps her hands together, “I am so sorry! I haven’t asked for your names yet!”

You both introduce yourselves and take turns shaking her hand, “Hanzo! Seeing as you seem to be the most interested, would you like to hold her?”

Jesse claps his hands together, “Han! You put that spider in your hands, and we are breakin’ up!”

Hanzo puts his hands together, palms up and lowers them into the enclosure; “It’s been nice knowing you, Jesse.”

Jesse is still squirming, but it seems this is something he just has to see. He gets just close enough to be able to look in. He’s standing right behind you, looking over your shoulder, and he’s got two nervous handfuls of the back of your shirt. You reach back and pat his thigh, “There, there. It’ll be alright!”

The woman first coaxes the tarantula into her open palm using what looks to be a soft bristled paint brush. It’s funny watching her gently nudge the brush against the creatures big furry butt. It slowly crawls into her hand, and you can physically feel Jesse tremble. You look back at him, “Jesse, just one of your hands are at least two times bigger than this tarantula is. This tarantula can’t do shit to you.”

“Darlin, I ain’t tryna say you’re not right, but that doesn’t keep the little critter from being real creepy.”

Hanzo isn’t paying any attention to the two of you. He is concentrating on the spider that is now crawling into his welcoming hands. It stays there, cradled, its two front legs feeling along the tips of his fingers. Hanzo is still smiling, “Thank you for letting me hold her.”

The woman continues to light up, “Are you kidding me? You are very welcome. I’m so happy you guys took time out of your day to hang out with me and listen to me ramble about this. Tarantulas are my passion.”

After a couple more tarantula facts, Hanzo places the creature back down into its habitat, and you guys make Jesse very happy by deciding it’s time to move on. The three of you continue to stay close to each other as you visit the rest of the exhibits. When you’ve officially seen them all, you guys go back to gawk at each of your favorites. When hunger strikes, you guys stop at a little cart that specializes in soft tacos. You watch in amazement as Hanzo orders six and downs them all. You guys don’t leave the zoo until you are forced to, because it’s closing time. The three of you leave feeling the good kind of tired, all having found a new favorite place to be.

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